“I don’t know about this, Camber,” Bryce said to me.
“Hmm? What!? Can’t hear you way down there,” I called back as I scooted along the pipe.
“I Said: I don-”
“-I know what you said!” I shouted.
“Then why are you still doing this?!” he pleaded.
I was nearly in position. Frankly I probably should have worn pants. This skirt is just not ideal for pipe straddling…
Heh. Pipe straddling.
Anyway, moving on. This is my moment. Deep breaths. Here. we. go.
I stood up, carefully balanced, and began to recite my lines:
“There comes a time in everyone’s life when they hear their calling. For some it’s right in front of them. Cast upon them, even. But for me, I’ve had to chase that calling for sixteen years,” I couldn’t stifle a little grin. “Today is the day I finally catch-”
I slipped and prematurely plummeted twenty feet into the vat of radioactive waste.
“Camber!” Bryce cried out as I disappeared beneath the oozing vat filled with my future adventures.
“Ahhhhh!” I cried out as my head resurfaced.
“What’s wrong! Camber say something to me!” He called. Though his voice was a bit muffled by the HAZMAT suit.
“My eyes! Ahh, man. I tried to open them in there! It burns like salt water! Ah man I’m such an idiot!” I shouted as I tried to tread the ooze.
I can’t see a thing, but I’m sure Bryce is looking on in horror or something. That’s what separates people like us. I was born for this.
“Waahhhhhhhh!” I wailed.
“Camber what’s wrong! What’s happening?”
“I-.... I feel… Normal! What kind of crap is this!? Is this even real radioactive waste! I was sure I would at least grow another limb! You’ve gotta be kidding me!” I shouted in frustration.
“Hey, it looks like your acne cleared up,” Bryce said as he peered at me from the edge of the waste pool.
I allowed myself to sink into the sludge.
“Camber! What are you doing?!” Bryce asked.
“I’m just going to drown myself,” I said as he fished me out with a pole.
I sat with my arms and legs crossed while he dried me off. I know it might not look like it, but I’m meant to be a main character. It’s been sort of a struggle, I’ll admit. But I know I was destined for something greater than this. I need to make sure I look super disappointed, just in case I’m under surveillance.
“No one is watching us,” Bryce said, poking my ribs.
“You don’t know that. We could totally be being watched right now, so watch where you put your hands,” I barked.
He quickly kicked off my flip flop and grabbed my foot.
“I got your foot,” he said cheekily.
“...Release me,” I glared.
“I’m gonna tickle your foot,” he said, raising his other hand to it with the little tickly motion.
“Let me go, you wet piece of bread.”
Long story short he tickled my foot and I kicked him in the face and now I’m buying him ice cream to make him feel better.
“I hope you learned your lesson,” I said haughtily.
He squinted at me from behind his quadruple scoop cone.
I looked past him and saw an ornate sword buried in a stone. A sign beside it read ‘Are you the destined king? $1.00 per attempt!’
Bryce followed my gaze.
“Don’t do it,” he chirped as I slammed a fifty on the stall table and began tugging at that son of a biscuit with all my might.
“Gyaaahhhhhhh!” I said, harnessing all my power.
“Don’t hurt yourself, kiddo!” Said the stall keeper.
“Kiddo?! Who are you calling ‘kiddo?!’ Look at me! I have white hair! Who else do you know that has white hair? No one! So shut up!” I ranted as I frantically jerked on the sword.
“You’re going to pull a muscle,” Bryce said, casually licking his ice cream.
“If this sword comes out so help me…! You will be the first to be thrown in the dungeon…” I looked to the stall keeper. “... And you will be the second,” I said with daggers in my eyes.
Ten minutes later, my purse empty, I found myself back in my chair, broken hearted.
“You should have given up after the first try,” Bryce said.
“P-Shaw!” I said. “Quitting is for quitters and I’m no quitter. I’m the exact opposite of a quitter. I’m a… Non… Quitter.”
“Smooth. You write that yourself?” Bryce teased.
“Look man I say a lot of lines okay? They can’t all be winners.”
Two people about our age walked by. One of them, an adorable short little girl thing with pigtails stopped dead in her tracks and pressed her face up against the ice cream parlor glass.
“I want this,” she said.
“I figured you would,” the guy with her said.
“Two… No, Three scoops,” she pleaded.
“You can have one scoop,” he said.
“Four scoops!” she cried out.
“Keep hounding me and I’m gonna shank you with that sword over there,” he said.
“...Let’s make a bet…” she said with a sly smile.
“...If your scrawny little child arms can pull that sword out, I’ll buy Ice cream for both of us, but-” before she could finish he climbed atop the rock, and in one fluid motion he ripped the sword from it’s pedestal and pointed it at her.
“I’ll take a cookies and cream bowl, extra toppings,” he said with a devilish grin. “Oh, and don’t forget to give him a buck, too.”
The stall vendor was in awe.
“Camber, don’t freak out,” Bryce whispered to me.
My face was red hot. Fifty-One dollars… I needed one more dollar… that’s what it was…
Then, without warning, a horrifying demon began sprouting from within the rock where the sword had rested.
“Hah Hah Hah Hahhhhhh! You were foolish to-”
“Hey, Dio… Handle this for me?” The boy murmured.
His shadow rippled erratically as a girl, dressed in gothic attire, leapt from within it. She gracefully spun through the air. Her hand reached into the space around her and in it appeared a wicked scythe.
Between the beats of my own heart, she cleaved the demon into a dozen pieces.
“Thanks. I’ll include that in your performance review next time I see Pete.”
“I hate you,” she said with her arms crossed as she sank back into his shadow.
And just like that, he planted the sword firmly back into the stone.
“Are… Are youuuu....”
“Uh oh,” Bryce said. The boy and girl by the sword looked at me.
“Are you...Freaking kidding me!!??” I shouted.
They looked at each other, and then to Bryce. He shrugged.
“Brace for impact,” he said.
“Wha?-” The boy started.
“-Don’t you ‘What’ me! How could you just plant that thing back in there like that!?” I wailed.
“... I mean… It would just get in the way.” He said.
I was starting to hyperventilate.
But then… It hit me.
Supernatural gothic lolita living in his shadow…
Pulled the sword out like a frikin birthday cake candle…
… and he’s not bad looking either…
I stood up, and slowly walked up to him.
Our eyes met.
I was curious, and he was… well he was a bit off put but I need to ask him-
“Are you… A main character?”
He suddenly looked at me very intently, but only for a moment. His eyes quickly returned to the disinterested stare I’ve seen so far.
I leaned in closer.
“Answer me,” I said. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be a main character, too… probably… So, again… Are you a main character?...”
He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a long sigh.
“... Not exactly...”
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Isaac was born to be the main character, and
he knows it. Though, were it up to him, that would
not be the case.
He wants a quiet life. A normal life. For seventeen
years Isaac has done everything he can to avoid
the lead role.
Supporting characters practically throw themselves
head on into Isaac's path as he desperately tries to
derail whatever Pilot Episode, Prologue, or Opening
their "Chance Meeting" might result in.
Isaac Gray might not be a bad guy,
but he is certainly
No One's Hero.