Chapter 31: Madness: DESTABILIZATION
Apparently the other members of the Night Raid got attacked from the so-called Four Rakshasa Demons, and Lubbock surprisingly took out 2 of them while Mine, Chelsea and Tatsumi killed one.
1 month passed since then, and the moment that the thing about Billy and Akame came out, Najenda smiled while she removed the order of being always glued to each other, but Billy didn't got kilometers away or whatever, he just stood on his place and did his usual things while Akame either watched or did her things.
Right now the group was out to check the area once again. Tatsumi, Mine and Billy would check out from the city while Lubbock and Chelsea would look around, meanwhile the spies from the Revolutionary Army would dig the tunnel to Borick's house.
Tatsumi: Well then, we'll be going now.
Lubbock: We too.
Susanoo: Don't go near the cathedral, we've heard reports of heightened security there.
Lubbock: Yeah. We can't even go near it without some kind of a plan, anyway.
Susanoo: We made lunches for you.
Billy: Oh! Nice, Suu!
Susanoo: Although, half has been eaten by Akame.
Billy: Oof…
He looked at Akame and said.
Billy: Please tell me you feel guilty from doing it…
She held a gloomy face and said.
Akame: ...I'm really sorry. I was just going to take a bit, but… It was so delicious…
Billy: Well, at least there is half…
Some time passed while they scouted around, and now Billy, Tatsumi and Mine were out from the town eating lunch.
Tatsumi: The city still remains pretty lively…
Mine: If there's that much energy in the city, we should be able to stir a great rebellion.
Tatsumi nodded and looked at the city from far away while Mine looked at him, Billy noticed this and could literally touch the Tsundere aura around Mine for Tatsumi, making him smirk.
Billy: It seems that pinky has a crush.
Mine: Wha-wha-what?! N-No!
Tatsumi: Has a what?
Mine: Nothing!
Billy: Mine and Tatsumi, sitting under a tree.
F-U-C-K-I-N-G!
Tatsumi was choking on his lunch while Mine spit it out in surprise and took out Pumpkin, then she threatened.
Mine: I double dare you to say another word!
Billy: Hahahaha!
Suddenly a shadow covered the area between them and a gentle voice sounded out.
?: Hello, we meet again.
Tatsumi: Gre… Great Lord!
The lord of the Path of Peace is a tall, slender man with a necklace around his forehead and long white hair. He wore priest-like clothing and smiled at the group while being guarded from his subordinates.
Lord: I apologize for interrupting your cheerful lunch. But chance meetings like this rarely happen, so would you mind if we talked for a bit?
Billy: Why not?
The people guarding him gave him some time alone while he sat with Billy, Tatsumi and Mine, after some presentations, the lord spoke.
Lord: ...I see. You two are travelers.
Tatsumi: I was surprised by… The influence of the Path of Peace. You sir, are the founder, correct?
Lord: Yes, that's right. Ever since I was born, I had mysterious powers to heal people's wounds and see prophetic dreams. As I kept healing, and prophesying, more and more people gathered around me, proclaiming me as the man of miracles…
By those people, the Path of Peace was created, and it became what it is now.
Tatsumi: ...Uh, um, about those people that serve you, do you sense anything with those mysterious powers? For example… Darkness.
Billy: Wow Retard, you are really good at hiding things.
Tatsumi: Shut up…
Lord: Hahahah, there is no such thing as a human without darkness. It's true that I sense deep darkness from some of the leaders, but when you're in charge of such a large organization, you sometimes have to make difficult decisions.
While I was by myself, I could only save those who were right in front of me, but now, we've come this far thanks to those leaders who created this organization. I've chosen to believe in them.
Tatsumi: Great lord…
Billy: 'He… He's far too trusting…'
Lord. By the way… It looks like you two are getting along better than you were the last time we met. Please treasure this moment, you two have been blessed by God.
Billy: Wait wait wait, you three already met?
Tatsumi: Yeah, it was on our first day here, 1 month ago.
The lord glanced at Billy for some seconds before he frowned and stared at him, Billy noticed the stare and turned around.
Billy: Something happened?
Lord: ...How many years did you suffer…?
Billy's eyebrow raised and asked for an explanation, while Tatsumi and Mine looked at the lord in curiosity.
Lord: Years… No, decades… No, that's too short… For how many centuries did you listen to the voice coming from your "Madness"?
Tatsumi: ...Madness?
Mine: Wait, centuries?
Billy looked down and smirked.
Billy: So you can see that too… But for your question, too many to count them. But 12 years ago the voice stopped being annoying.
Lord: I understand, so you accepted the madness inside you… Traveler, you need to be careful, one day you will need to lift the weight of the 500 trillion of souls you have.
The three's eyes widened in shock, the number the lord said was near the same number of minions that Billy can summon.
Billy: What…
Lord: Like I said, you need to be careful, if you want to have a peaceful life, you need to confront yourself with your own madness. Sorry, but I need to go now.
The lord stood up and left, leaving a speechless trio, Tatsumi snapped out from the shock and said to Billy.
Tatsumi: What did he mean with centuries of listening to madness?
Billy: ...You don't need to know more than that. Please excuse me…
Billy disappeared in a black fissure, reappearing on the sofa of the temporary hideout.
Billy: *Sigh* How many years did I stop to think about "That" time…?
[Flashback]
Stop with it… I can't hear it anymore…
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̴̼̼͍͗̎R͇ͪ̇̄E̝̗̬̬͓̐͒̈́̌͑͛ͬT̙͘R̞͍͋ͯ̾ͫ́Y͕ͦ̂ͧ̽̊ ̒R̲̬̺̳͙̹̃Ę̳̬̝̜̘ͬT͚͚̭̺̜̃̽ͅR͆͞Y̭͚̣̹͕͓ͣ͌ͣ̈̓̉͂̀ ̴ͮ̎͛̿̚R̵͖̞̫͕̜̅͋̑̽̊͆ͥE̖̱̮̭̮ͭͅT̸̥̺̭̗ͦͦȐ̅҉̪̻̙̝̱̦Y̵͕̙̠̩ ̖̫̥ͥ̉̇̆͢R̜͖͙̖̲̦̯ͨͨ̏͊Ē̠͓̜͎̼̭͗͑ͪ͛͜T͉͉̍ͯ̔ͬ͛ͦR̜͙Ỳ͕̂̓ ̝͇͈̭ͮͯ̉̂͛͒Ṛ̞̯̠͇̦̯̓̅̾̀ͪ̚E̶̺͙͛͋Ṯ̟̻̹̺̎̓͂ͤR̒̈́ͯ͟Ÿ́̽̓ ͧͩ̂̀Ṛ̗͚̘̦͙̹͟E͖͙̝͖͈̙̹̓T̯͙̯̤͔̘ͣͯͮͦ̐͋R͇ͫ̓̀̋͜Y̝̬̗͔̣̔̓͌ ͉̣̦͙̹̝̌R͕͖̽͡E̹̥͙̍̀͟T̗ͅR͒͒ͧ̒͛̆̚ͅY̫͎̐̓̓ ̢̘̭̜̣̬͆̈̽ͮ̐̒Ṟ̻͉̿ͧ̄̋̀E̦̭̺ͅT̟͓̭̣͔̩̾̔͠R͙̱̊͡Ỵ̳͇͇͌̓͗ͅ ͎̖͓̙̩̲̀ͅR͙̳͖ͧE̷͈̜̹̾̅̅̓͆͛̈Ť̴ͧR͙̝͍̖̖̣͍̄̏ͩͩ̓͌Y̜̋ ̩̲͍͙̟̭Ŗ͔̰̈ͣͮ̀E͔͔̹̣͉̗͓̓̒ͭ̚T͕̮̣R͚͈̳͚͌Ý͓̘̰̮͑̽ͭ̀ ̶̣̤͕̺̪͎R̭̺̂̾̈̇̎̀E̥̮̦̠̥̬̙͛̊ͧͪͯ͆͆T͇̥͉̳͙ͧͥ͌̚ͅR͉̻̝͍̠̼̕Y̫̮̞̬ ͉̪̐ͮ̃̕R̉ͭ͗̑ͦĔ̹̮̰̪͓͍̯̆̑͒ͭ̚T̮ͬͩ̔̽̑Rͨ̓̂̅ͭ͝Y̙̰͖ ͉͍͔R͌̆҉E̴͍͈̞T̖̼̤̬̹͎̲͐̂̿R̹̯̹͎͕ͮ͛́Ỹ̷̗͔̠͕̙̇̽ͯ͊̊̎ ̮̗ͦ̓̑̇ͬ͐R̪͓Ḛ̗̠̖̭̋̐͌͂̊ͅT̴̻̉ͦ͐̇͛ͪR̢͎̤̞͉̥̲͆̇͊Y̵̞̘̼̓̂ ̴̖R͇̺̔̈̽̏͛ͧE̵̲͓̲T̮̲͇́͊̓ͪ͛ͅR̪̟͗̀Y̆ ͙̱͍̬̱ͫ̏̓̊̒Ŗ͔̆̉ͫ̋Ĕ̹͙ͨͯT͉͉͚̱͉̪͍̉̂͗͗ͤ̀R͈̰̾́͒̓ͧ̂͘Yͮ͛͂ͪͨ͐ ̅̔̅̀̽͌̑҉̖R͍ͬͩ̎E̮͙ͯͪ͛̐ͯ̈́́Ț̝͍̲̯͓̼ͦ̿́̋ͨ͑͗R̩̹̱̝̬̮͇̉̈́̔̾̒͂Y̢̽ ̶͓̫͛̃R̪̲̻͙̮̩̭E͕̗̦̤̋ͤ̀̚Ţ͍̪̰̞̙̫̩͋̔R͐҉̝̣̞̠̭̼̞Ỹ̘͈̅̇̚ͅ ̘̩̯͔̻ͤͧͤ̉͂ͥ͞Ŗ͇͔͕͖̤͖̰̾ͣ̔͗̎͑E͔̗͌̍̉T͓̑̌̽̇͋̇̕Ŕ̸̦̠͛ͅỴ̘̰̬̥͈ ̿͌̆ͧͥ͡R͉͑͛̏͠E̡̞T̞̥̦̦͚͉̏̉̊ͩR̖̲̲̦̈́ͫͦͮ̎̄̏Y̡͇͒͊ ̵̥̀ͬ͊ͧ̓R̘̻̰̠͖͍͜Eͣ̅͐ͫ̅͠ͅT̫͚̯̬̯̝͐͌͟ͅṞ̞͈͎͙̲̝̆̿̂̃ͪY̺̗̞̦͔̙̏ͥ̔ͅ ̤͕̖͍̪ͮͮ̓̑̽̚R̛̤͇̥̲ͪ̔̇́̌ͮ͊E̹Ť̢͎̳̗͗͂̉Ř̲̝̣̙Y̹ͩͮ͘ ̉R̲͓̹͓̩̰̽̍̆̈͢Ę̼͖̳̱̾ͬ͊̃͌̋T̘̙͓̩͛͌̓̐̿͠R̷̗̰̫̜̪̦̟Y͖̋̕ ̶̙̗͕̞̗̝R̠̙̜͕̍ͥͩ̈́̒̉̓E̝͍̱͉̘̳̖T̖͙̰ͯ̐̒͂̔́R̪̠̹̟͔̜̞͆̑̏Y͈̲̞͍̮͐ͮ̇̋ ̙̹̲R̆̄͑̉̔͡Ę͔̗̦̲̳̙͆̾̈̽ͭT̺̝͈͕̺͙̆͠R̴̒ͨ͊Y̞̖̜̗̐̍͢ ̖͓̥̣̂ͨ̏R͕̣̬̯͆̇͐̈́͢E̠͙̫̪͒Ṭ̷̼̫͇̿̓̍̽̓̚Ŕ̴̤͙̪͕͖̮ͩY̥̘̖̗̙ ̘̝R̨͇̽̏E͓̗̭ͤ̚͟T̩̜̱̥̥̀͛R̵̖͉̗̩̤̥ͧͣ̆Y̰͕͈̞̙͔̓̽̌̎̄̄͢ ̗̺̞͍̌̑̀R͕̰̞E̲͚̙͍͎͊͆̎͛T̸͉̤̪̯̞̼̐̀̄̈́͂ͮR̳̹̘͉ͧͯ͌ͨ͆̔̂͝Y͇̙͔͛̀̏̑͝ ̟̰̮̻́̆̆̋͌R̖̖̬͇̙̤̓̀̉͑Ẻ̶̙͔̰̪̮̰̼̋T̰̣̺̩̟̼̞̂̐͘Ȑ̵̰̺̱̫ͫ̈́̈ͪͫͅY̟͇̺̘ͩ̃ͧ ̋ͥ̅͋̓̚͏̲̟̞̳̣R̬͓̯̣͈͙ͨ̌E̴̳Ṱ͙͕̌ͩͣ͑͌R͎̩ͧ͟Y̫̥̦̦̹̘̪̎ͦ ̪̳̯͍̖̱̔̓ͭ̚̚ͅR̺̦̪͔̫͆ͤͣ̒Ẹ͇̜͕͙̘̰̑̌̽̿̓̈́T̶̘̱͎̤̖̘ͫͧR͗̋̂ͨ̈́Y̽ͅ ͬ̽͂R̰̣̯͇͖̞̔͌ͭͅE̟͌̍̈̒͂̚͘T͐͐̆̋̈́̉Ȑ̴͓̤̱̪ͤͣͤ̅̍Y̵̩͎̞͐̈́̅ ̡͍͚͂̈R̺̅ͦ̀̑E̪̦͓͔̜̩T͖͔̦̦̺̓̆̎̔R̸͚̯͉͔̹͕͐̽ͩY̟̰͙͉̞̤̫ ͗̄͋͆̎͂̀R̛̫̆ͪ̋E͒̑͏̣̼̤̙̤̳ͅT̶͈̜̙̼̊̒̾̑͋ͦ̔R͔̙̣̻̲̾̄ͦͨ̓Ỵ̹̬̰͇͔̍͊̒̄̾͑ ̴̼̼͍͗̎R͇ͪ̇̄E̝̗̬̬͓̐͒̈́̌͑͛ͬT̙͘R̞͍͋ͯ̾ͫ́Y͕ͦ̂ͧ̽̊ ̒R̲̬̺̳͙̹̃Ę̳̬̝̜̘ͬT͚͚̭̺̜̃̽ͅR͆͞Y̭͚̣̹͕͓ͣ͌ͣ̈̓̉͂̀ ̴ͮ̎͛̿̚R̵͖̞̫͕̜̅͋̑̽̊͆ͥE̖̱̮̭̮ͭͅT̸̥̺̭̗ͦͦȐ̅҉̪̻̙̝̱̦Y̵͕̙̠̩ ̖̫̥ͥ̉̇̆͢R̜͖͙̖̲̦̯ͨͨ̏͊Ē̠͓̜͎̼̭͗͑ͪ͛͜T͉͉̍ͯ̔ͬ͛ͦR̜͙Ỳ͕̂̓ ̝͇͈̭ͮͯ̉̂͛͒Ṛ̞̯̠͇̦̯̓̅̾̀ͪ̚E̶̺͙͛͋Ṯ̟̻̹̺̎̓͂ͤR̒̈́ͯ͟Ÿ́̽̓ ͧͩ̂̀Ṛ̗͚̘̦͙̹͟E͖͙̝͖͈̙̹̓T̯͙̯̤͔̘ͣͯͮͦ̐͋R͇ͫ̓̀̋͜Y̝̬̗͔̣̔̓͌ ͉̣̦͙̹̝̌R͕͖̽͡E̹̥͙̍̀͟T̗ͅR͒͒ͧ̒͛̆̚ͅY̫͎̐̓̓ ̢̘̭̜̣̬͆̈̽ͮ̐̒Ṟ̻͉̿ͧ̄̋̀E̦̭̺ͅT̟͓̭̣͔̩̾̔͠R͙̱̊͡Ỵ̳͇͇͌̓͗ͅ ͎̖͓̙̩̲̀ͅR͙̳͖ͧE̷͈̜̹̾̅̅̓͆͛̈Ť̴ͧR͙̝͍̖̖̣͍̄̏ͩͩ̓͌Y̜̋ ̩̲͍͙̟̭Ŗ͔̰̈ͣͮ̀E͔͔̹̣͉̗͓̓̒ͭ̚T͕̮̣R͚͈̳͚͌Ý͓̘̰̮͑̽ͭ̀ ̶̣̤͕̺̪͎R̭̺̂̾̈̇̎̀E̥̮̦̠̥̬̙͛̊ͧͪͯ͆͆T͇̥͉̳͙ͧͥ͌̚ͅR͉̻̝͍̠̼̕Y̫̮̞̬ ͉̪̐ͮ̃̕R̉ͭ͗̑ͦĔ̹̮̰̪͓͍̯̆̑͒ͭ̚T̮ͬͩ̔̽̑Rͨ̓̂̅ͭ͝Y̙̰͖ ͉͍͔R͌̆҉E̴͍͈̞T̖̼̤̬̹͎̲͐̂̿R̹̯̹͎͕ͮ͛́Ỹ̷̗͔̠͕̙̇̽ͯ͊̊̎ ̮̗ͦ̓̑̇ͬ͐R̪͓Ḛ̗̠̖̭̋̐͌͂̊ͅT̴̻̉ͦ͐̇͛ͪR̢͎̤̞͉̥̲͆̇͊Y̵̞̘̼̓̂ ̴̖R͇̺̔̈̽̏͛ͧE̵̲͓̲T̮̲͇́͊̓ͪ͛ͅR̪̟͗̀Y̆ ͙̱͍̬̱ͫ̏̓̊̒Ŗ͔̆̉ͫ̋Ĕ̹͙ͨͯT͉͉͚̱͉̪͍̉̂͗͗ͤ̀R͈̰̾́͒̓ͧ̂͘Yͮ͛͂ͪͨ͐ ̅̔̅̀̽͌̑҉̖R͍ͬͩ̎E̮͙ͯͪ͛̐ͯ̈́́Ț̝͍̲̯͓̼ͦ̿́̋ͨ͑͗R̩̹̱̝̬̮͇̉̈́̔̾̒͂Y̢̽ ̶͓̫͛̃R̪̲̻͙̮̩̭E͕̗̦̤̋ͤ̀̚Ţ͍̪̰̞̙̫̩͋̔R͐҉̝̣̞̠̭̼̞Ỹ̘͈̅̇̚ͅ ̘̩̯͔̻ͤͧͤ̉͂ͥ͞Ŗ͇͔͕͖̤͖̰̾ͣ̔͗̎͑E͔̗͌̍̉T͓̑̌̽̇͋̇̕Ŕ̸̦̠͛ͅỴ̘̰̬̥͈ ̿͌̆ͧͥ͡R͉͑͛̏͠E̡̞T̞̥̦̦͚͉̏̉̊ͩR̖̲̲̦̈́ͫͦͮ̎̄̏Y̡͇͒͊ ̵̥̀ͬ͊ͧ̓R̘̻̰̠͖͍͜Eͣ̅͐ͫ̅͠ͅT̫͚̯̬̯̝͐͌͟ͅṞ̞͈͎͙̲̝̆̿̂̃ͪY̺̗̞̦͔̙̏ͥ̔ͅ ̤͕̖͍̪ͮͮ̓̑̽̚R̛̤͇̥̲ͪ̔̇́̌ͮ͊E̹Ť̢͎̳̗͗͂̉Ř̲̝̣̙Y̹ͩͮ͘ ̉R̲͓̹͓̩̰̽̍̆̈͢Ę̼͖̳̱̾ͬ͊̃͌̋T̘̙͓̩͛͌̓̐̿͠R̷̗̰̫̜̪̦̟Y͖̋̕ ̶̙̗͕̞̗̝R̠̙̜͕̍ͥͩ̈́̒̉̓E̝͍̱͉̘̳̖T̖͙̰ͯ̐̒͂̔́R̪̠̹̟͔̜̞͆̑̏Y͈̲̞͍̮͐ͮ̇̋ ̙̹̲R̆̄͑̉̔͡Ę͔̗̦̲̳̙͆̾̈̽ͭT̺̝͈͕̺͙̆͠R̴̒ͨ͊Y̞̖̜̗̐̍͢ ̖͓̥̣̂ͨ̏R͕̣̬̯͆̇͐̈́͢E̠͙̫̪͒Ṭ̷̼̫͇̿̓̍̽̓̚Ŕ̴̤͙̪͕͖̮ͩY̥̘̖̗̙ ̘̝R̨͇̽̏E͓̗̭ͤ̚͟T̩̜̱̥̥̀͛R̵̖͉̗̩̤̥ͧͣ̆Y̰͕͈̞̙͔̓̽̌̎̄̄͢ ̗̺̞͍̌̑̀R͕̰̞E̲͚̙͍͎͊͆̎͛T̸͉̤̪̯̞̼̐̀̄̈́͂ͮR̳̹̘͉ͧͯ͌ͨ͆̔̂͝Y͇̙͔͛̀̏̑͝ ̟̰̮̻́̆̆̋͌R̖̖̬͇̙̤̓̀̉͑Ẻ̶̙͔̰̪̮̰̼̋T̰̣̺̩̟̼̞̂̐͘Ȑ̵̰̺̱̫ͫ̈́̈ͪͫͅY̟͇̺̘ͩ̃ͧ ̋ͥ̅͋̓̚͏̲̟̞̳̣R̬͓̯̣͈͙ͨ̌E̴̳Ṱ͙͕̌ͩͣ͑͌R͎̩ͧ͟Y̫̥̦̦̹̘̪̎ͦ ̪̳̯͍̖̱̔̓ͭ̚̚ͅR̺̦̪͔̫͆ͤͣ̒Ẹ͇̜͕͙̘̰̑̌̽̿̓̈́T̶̘̱͎̤̖̘ͫͧR͗̋̂ͨ̈́Y̽ͅ ͬ̽͂R̰̣̯͇͖̞̔͌ͭͅE̟͌̍̈̒͂̚͘T͐͐̆̋̈́̉Ȑ̴͓̤̱̪ͤͣͤ̅̍Y̵̩͎̞͐̈́̅ ̡͍͚͂̈R̺̅ͦ̀̑E̪̦͓͔̜̩T͖͔̦̦̺̓̆̎̔R̸͚̯͉͔̹͕͐̽ͩY̟̰͙͉̞̤̫ ͗̄͋͆̎͂̀R̛̫̆ͪ̋E͒̑͏̣̼̤̙̤̳ͅT̶͈̜̙̼̊̒̾̑͋ͦ̔R͔̙̣̻̲̾̄ͦͨ̓Ỵ̹̬̰͇͔̍͊̒̄̾͑ ̴̼̼͍͗̎R͇ͪ̇̄E̝̗̬̬͓̐͒̈́̌͑͛ͬT̙͘R̞͍͋ͯ̾ͫ́Y͕ͦ̂ͧ̽̊ ̒R̲̬̺̳͙̹̃Ę̳̬̝̜̘ͬT͚͚̭̺̜̃̽ͅR͆͞Y̭͚̣̹͕͓ͣ͌ͣ̈̓̉͂̀ ̴ͮ̎͛̿̚R̵͖̞̫͕̜̅͋̑̽̊͆ͥE̖̱̮̭̮ͭͅT̸̥̺̭̗ͦͦȐ̅҉̪̻̙̝̱̦Y̵͕̙̠̩ ̖̫̥ͥ̉̇̆͢R̜͖͙̖̲̦̯ͨͨ̏͊Ē̠͓̜͎̼̭͗͑ͪ͛͜T͉͉̍ͯ̔ͬ͛ͦR̜͙Ỳ͕̂̓ ̝͇͈̭ͮͯ̉̂͛͒Ṛ̞̯̠͇̦̯̓̅̾̀ͪ̚E̶̺͙͛͋Ṯ̟̻̹̺̎̓͂ͤR̒̈́ͯ͟Ÿ́̽̓ ͧͩ̂̀Ṛ̗͚̘̦͙̹͟E͖͙̝͖͈̙̹̓T̯͙̯̤͔̘ͣͯͮͦ̐͋R͇ͫ̓̀̋͜Y̝̬̗͔̣̔̓͌ ͉̣̦͙̹̝̌R͕͖̽͡E̹̥͙̍̀͟T̗ͅR͒͒ͧ̒͛̆̚ͅY̫͎̐̓̓ ̢̘̭̜̣̬͆̈̽ͮ̐̒Ṟ̻͉̿ͧ̄̋̀E̦̭̺ͅT̟͓̭̣͔̩̾̔͠R͙̱̊͡Ỵ̳͇͇͌̓͗ͅ ͎̖͓̙̩̲̀ͅR͙̳͖ͧE̷͈̜̹̾̅̅̓͆͛̈Ť̴ͧR͙̝͍̖̖̣͍̄̏ͩͩ̓͌Y̜̋ ̩̲͍͙̟̭Ŗ͔̰̈ͣͮ̀E͔͔̹̣͉̗͓̓̒ͭ̚T͕̮̣R͚͈̳͚͌Ý͓̘̰̮͑̽ͭ̀ ̶̣̤͕̺̪͎R̭̺̂̾̈̇̎̀E̥̮̦̠̥̬̙͛̊ͧͪͯ͆͆T͇̥͉̳͙ͧͥ͌̚ͅR͉̻̝͍̠̼̕Y̫̮̞̬ ͉̪̐ͮ̃̕R̉ͭ͗̑ͦĔ̹̮̰̪͓͍̯̆̑͒ͭ̚T̮ͬͩ̔̽̑Rͨ̓̂̅ͭ͝Y̙̰͖ ͉͍͔R͌̆҉E̴͍͈̞T̖̼̤̬̹͎̲͐̂̿R̹̯̹͎͕ͮ͛́Ỹ̷̗͔̠͕̙̇̽ͯ͊̊̎ ̮̗ͦ̓̑̇ͬ͐R̪͓Ḛ̗̠̖̭̋̐͌͂̊ͅT̴̻̉ͦ͐̇͛ͪR̢͎̤̞͉̥̲͆̇͊Y̵̞̘̼̓̂ ̴̖R͇̺̔̈̽̏͛ͧE̵̲͓̲T̮̲͇́͊̓ͪ͛ͅR̪̟͗̀Y̆ ͙̱͍̬̱ͫ̏̓̊̒
Why it is still continuing? When will it stop?!
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Eͫ̊̒ͥ̅̈́̔͢R̥̪̬ͮ̎̂ͬ̍Ř̴̮̩̲̘̬͓́ͨ̉̒ͪ̿Ó̢̭͉̫̤̩̬͎̑̓̑̒͐Ř̙͉͓̲͔̰̯̎̋͐
Suddenly, a great headache assaulted Billy's head, static sounds were getting louder…
E̫͗͆̀̌̄Ṛ͚ͩ̅͒̚͟R͚̽ͬ̔͑̑O̼͕̟͚ͩ̋̈́͗̅ͭR͓̯͕ͨ͊ͧͩ͑̕ ̛̌̎̑Ḛ̝̳̲̇́͟Ṛ̬̣̳̳̪͋̿R̹̺̻̪̰̤͠O̗͓͉͔͚͓̭̅R̙͔̯̱̞͉̩ ̛̦̤͔̙̼͂̈ͯͬ̚Ĕ̦̪̥̐͊ͧ͐̄͜Ŕ̬̯͔̫̠̩ͨ̄̒ͫ́R̢̬̦͓͎̽Ǫ͎̠̝̰̒̋̐ͯR͓̪̲̳̞͖ͩ̑̋͒̋ ̞͈̩̥͓͗E̩̠̓R̖̙̲̖͙̬͞ͅR͈͙̿O͍̤̰̟̥̣͔͛̄̑R̝̗̭̼̋̈́̓ͭ̿̋ͭ ̡̹͑ͪ̌̍E͕̣͈͐ͯ̊R̿̊͛ͩͦ̓ͫ҉̝R̠̞ͭ̌O̲̝̣͚̬͖̮̾ͮ͒̽R͈͖̳̘ͬ̂͋ ̢̖͔͕̱͑ͥE̮̜̩͓͚̥̥ͦ͆̔̌R͚͓͇̦̖̻̖ͦ͌ͭ̋̂R͆ͭ́̚O̮̰͈͎̞̤̅ͤR̤̻̻͕̼ͩ̿͑͊ ̧̜͈̥͉̹̍̓̎͐͒̅ͣE̲̣̣͎̠̮̓͐̅̒͡R̷̟͍̲̮̲͈͗̍̃̚R̡̳̘̺̬ͬ̽̐̊̈̈́̆Ỏ̠̭̞̱͊ͅȒ̤͎̮̩̦̻ͯ̍͑ͬ̑̄́ͅ Ẻ̟͈̼̹̰ͧ͑ͫ͢R͚̟͉͍͔ͤ́̃̓̍͝R̲̗͉̅̌Ọ͖ͭ̾Ȓ͘ ̱̗̳͓̙̞̀̊̓̃͟ͅE̲͙̼͕͇͋̓͌Ṙ͎̪͎̅́̀R̪͕̦̓̂ͬ̅̑̀Ő̼̣̭̺͖̦Ṟ͙ͯ̀ ͆͏͈̼̮̖̼Eͦ͆̐R͖̤̜ͮͤ͛̏̆ͪͯR̡͈͙̝͖ͮ̂̃͑O̧̦̦͈̞͉R͍͇̙̋̃̏̿̄̉͝ ̺̳͈̱͚̑̈͊̏ͫ̇E̷̟̐͑̓͗ͧR̵͉̗̗̻̗̐ͭͭͥͤ̌ͩR̴͍̳̋̎͆̽͒̒Oͤ̃͒̚̚͞R͢ ͍͇̟̥̭̬̞E̩̜̘̯̗͂̐̾ͪ̓ͪR̷͖̹̙̓̎̾̽̓̈R̢͍͇͖̰̞̉̂̓ͭ̚Ỏ̓ͧͪ͏R͇̮̖͓ ̤̹̫̖͙͈̈́ͥ̒̈͐ͤ͗E̠̯̜̤̠̫̝̾ͦ̈́̄̂͊͠R̼̮͕̋̎R̜͖̗̱͟ͅO͍͔ͤŖ̖͍̘̣͖̍̄͛̍ ̧̠̫̘̰̆E̠͑̃̃̏ͬR͓̓ͭ͆͑ͤͦṞ̛̞̹̜̰̭̦Ò̺̖̮̟ͩ͊͋̆̀R͍̳̪ͅ ̡̞͈̖̥͙̝̖͛̌̆ͧ̇̈́Ê̬̺̜͖̬͍̬ͧͫ̄͐̿͂R̢̜̮̖͚ͬͫ̇̈́ͬ̊R͎̟̺̙̼͕͓ͫ̌ͮͥ͢Ò͍͙̦̦̿ͬͅR̩̝̺̥͍̪̤̿̀̿̀̋̑̀ ̳̬͐ͅE̹ͪ̆͌͊ͧͅR̹͓͉̅̿ͯ͗̆͟R̮̲̭̭̅̎͌̀O̠͚͙ͣR̝͎̃͘ ͑E̡͚͉̼̟͉̹̿̓R̺͓͙̰̔̑ͯ̚R̵̲͚͉̜͚͛̍̎̇O̟̰͈̤̗̬͒ͪ̄ͬ̈́̎̚͟ͅR̜̺̞̻̺͂̎ ̷̳̥̞͗͛ͦ͒ͣͩͦͅË̤́̆ͬ̏͆R̬̣̻͙̃Ṙ̽ͧͩ̊͌ͨ͏Ö͚͙̲͖̟́̈́͟R̛̗̮̲͂ͭ͗͑͊̚ ͯE̋̑̓ͦ͏͈Ȓ̳͓͖̠̦̜ͬ͐̚R̮̪͇Ơ̦͇̫̜͉̥̎̿ͪR̙̩̫͓̣̈̍̽̓͂͝ ͙̤̫̤̦̣̟ͮE͔̪̫̹͇̻ͧͦ́R̼̹̖̫̒R̥̲͕̬̾͑̂ͨ͛̉Ơ̳̙͓̱̏̈ͥͭRͩ͑͂͏̙̻̠͖̘ ̹͎̠̿̎ͧ̇͒̚̚E̴̼̻͎̠̬̦̊ͭ̚R͙̠̠̜̹̳͕ͪ̎̍̓͋͒̿R̰͎̰͉̭̫̒̀O̻̞͎Ȓ̺̣̙̭̜̦̎ͭͩ ̝͙̻̜͌͊ͧE̖̎͒͋͛͋͜R̲͓͚͙͔̯R͕̯̜ͮ̑Ȍ̤̙̘ͣͨ́R̽̈̊̎̄͌͐͏͙͔͚̗̠ ̸̒͐Ė̥̞̚̚R̖͝R̘͓̜̭͛̔͝O̸̱͇͉̗̬͆ͪ̉̏̍ͭ̃R̩̗̝̜̎̓ͅ ̨̬̣̗͈ͣE̗̜̞͖͍̬͊̒͋R̘̼̈́̇̅̃̀ͧ̅̕R̘͛Ỏ̼̲̤̮̼̫͑̐̈ͪR̘̳̯̅̆ͨ̀͘ ̪͕̦̃̊͗̕Ë̟̩͉́̈́̃̔̌ͩ͛̀R̠̐̓̀͆̇̊̚R̵͔̔O̊̌͡R̪͈̓ ̠̫E̯͕̮̖͚͔͆͠R̦̳̠ͪR̦̤͂̈́O̭̮̮̮͈̲ͤ̀̌̚R͗̇ͬͫ ̦͎̖E̠ͭ͆̇R͕͓̮͔͉ͪ͌ͯͩ̈̊ͥ͘Ṛ̖͔̙ͥͬ̊͊O͕͔̙̲͐̓ͯ̓ͅR̝̞̞̦̦͆ ̳̺̏͂ͩE̸̖̩̜̭͙̳̿͊̍̆͌R̺͉ͅR̨̭͔͙Ò̗Ŕ͍̳͕̌̓̌͊̒̾́ ̰̭ͣE̫̠̭͎̥̘͕̾ͮ͒ͮ͜R̿̋́͆̌͛͠R̃̍̓̍́Ȏ̷̬̮̘̥̱ͬ͊̚R̹͖̺̻͔͖͚͛ ͦ̄̾͞E͇̺͇͔͡ͅR̹̻̣̤̣̻̮ͦ̔ͥͬ͜R̻̦̺ͭ̇̔O̖̒ͥ͑͆͗̚̕Ṛ ̫͈̜ͨ̍̅̎̔E̫͗͆̀̌̄Ṛ͚ͩ̅͒̚͟R͚̽ͬ̔͑̑O̼͕̟͚ͩ̋̈́͗̅ͭR͓̯͕ͨ͊ͧͩ͑̕ ̛̌̎̑Ḛ̝̳̲̇́͟Ṛ̬̣̳̳̪͋̿R̹̺̻̪̰̤͠O̗͓͉͔͚͓̭̅R̙͔̯̱̞͉̩ ̛̦̤͔̙̼͂̈ͯͬ̚Ĕ̦̪̥̐͊ͧ͐̄͜Ŕ̬̯͔̫̠̩ͨ̄̒ͫ́R̢̬̦͓͎̽Ǫ͎̠̝̰̒̋̐ͯR͓̪̲̳̞͖ͩ̑̋͒̋ ̞͈̩̥͓͗E̩̠̓R̖̙̲̖͙̬͞ͅR͈͙̿O͍̤̰̟̥̣͔͛̄̑R̝̗̭̼̋̈́̓ͭ̿̋ͭ ̡̹͑ͪ̌̍E͕̣͈͐ͯ̊R̿̊͛ͩͦ̓ͫ҉̝R̠̞ͭ̌O̲̝̣͚̬͖̮̾ͮ͒̽R͈͖̳̘ͬ̂͋ ̢̖͔͕̱͑ͥE̮̜̩͓͚̥̥ͦ͆̔̌R͚͓͇̦̖̻̖ͦ͌ͭ̋̂R͆ͭ́̚O̮̰͈͎̞̤̅ͤR̤̻̻͕̼ͩ̿͑͊ ̧̜͈̥͉̹̍̓̎͐͒̅ͣE̲̣̣͎̠̮̓͐̅̒͡R̷̟͍̲̮̲͈͗̍̃̚R̡̳̘̺̬ͬ̽̐̊̈̈́̆Ỏ̠̭̞̱͊ͅȒ̤͎̮̩̦̻ͯ̍͑ͬ̑̄́ͅ Ẻ̟͈̼̹̰ͧ͑ͫ͢R͚̟͉͍͔ͤ́̃̓̍͝R̲̗͉̅̌Ọ͖ͭ̾Ȓ͘ ̱̗̳͓̙̞̀̊̓̃͟ͅE̲͙̼͕͇͋̓͌Ṙ͎̪͎̅́̀R̪͕̦̓̂ͬ̅̑̀Ő̼̣̭̺͖̦Ṟ͙ͯ̀ ͆͏͈̼̮̖̼Eͦ͆̐R͖̤̜ͮͤ͛̏̆ͪͯR̡͈͙̝͖ͮ̂̃͑O̧̦̦͈̞͉R͍͇̙̋̃̏̿̄̉͝ ̺̳͈̱͚̑̈͊̏ͫ̇E̷̟̐͑̓͗ͧR̵͉̗̗̻̗̐ͭͭͥͤ̌ͩR̴͍̳̋̎͆̽͒̒Oͤ̃͒̚̚͞R͢ ͍͇̟̥̭̬̞E̩̜̘̯̗͂̐̾ͪ̓ͪR̷͖̹̙̓̎̾̽̓̈R̢͍͇͖̰̞̉̂̓ͭ̚Ỏ̓ͧͪ͏R͇̮̖͓ ̤̹̫̖͙͈̈́ͥ̒̈͐ͤ͗E̠̯̜̤̠̫̝̾ͦ̈́̄̂͊͠R̼̮͕̋̎R̜͖̗̱͟ͅO͍͔ͤŖ̖͍̘̣͖̍̄͛̍ ̧̠̫̘̰̆E̠͑̃̃̏ͬR͓̓ͭ͆͑ͤͦṞ̛̞̹̜̰̭̦Ò̺̖̮̟ͩ͊͋̆̀R͍̳̪ͅ ̡̞͈̖̥͙̝̖͛̌̆ͧ̇̈́Ê̬̺̜͖̬͍̬ͧͫ̄͐̿͂R̢̜̮̖͚ͬͫ̇̈́ͬ̊R͎̟̺̙̼͕͓ͫ̌ͮͥ͢Ò͍͙̦̦̿ͬͅR̩̝̺̥͍̪̤̿̀̿̀̋̑̀ ̳̬͐ͅE̹ͪ̆͌͊ͧͅR̹͓͉̅̿ͯ͗̆͟R̮̲̭̭̅̎͌̀O̠͚͙ͣR̝͎̃͘ ͑E̡͚͉̼̟͉̹̿̓R̺͓͙̰̔̑ͯ̚R̵̲͚͉̜͚͛̍̎̇O̟̰͈̤̗̬͒ͪ̄ͬ̈́̎̚͟ͅR̜̺̞̻̺͂̎ ̷̳̥̞͗͛ͦ͒ͣͩͦͅË̤́̆ͬ̏͆R̬̣̻͙̃Ṙ̽ͧͩ̊͌ͨ͏Ö͚͙̲͖̟́̈́͟R̛̗̮̲͂ͭ͗͑͊̚ ͯE̋̑̓ͦ͏͈Ȓ̳͓͖̠̦̜ͬ͐̚R̮̪͇Ơ̦͇̫̜͉̥̎̿ͪR̙̩̫͓̣̈̍̽̓͂͝ ͙̤̫̤̦̣̟ͮE͔̪̫̹͇̻ͧͦ́R̼̹̖̫̒R̥̲͕̬̾͑̂ͨ͛̉Ơ̳̙͓̱̏̈ͥͭRͩ͑͂͏̙̻̠͖̘ ̹͎̠̿̎ͧ̇͒̚̚E̴̼̻͎̠̬̦̊ͭ̚R͙̠̠̜̹̳͕ͪ̎̍̓͋͒̿R̰͎̰͉̭̫̒̀O̻̞͎Ȓ̺̣̙̭̜̦̎ͭͩ ̝͙̻̜͌͊ͧE̖̎͒͋͛͋͜R̲͓͚͙͔̯R͕̯̜ͮ̑Ȍ̤̙̘ͣͨ́R̽̈̊̎̄͌͐͏͙͔͚̗̠ ̸̒͐Ė̥̞̚̚R̖͝R̘͓̜̭͛̔͝O̸̱͇͉̗̬͆ͪ̉̏̍ͭ̃R̩̗̝̜̎̓ͅ ̨̬̣̗͈ͣE̗̜̞͖͍̬͊̒͋R̘̼̈́̇̅̃̀ͧ̅̕R̘͛Ỏ̼̲̤̮̼̫͑̐̈ͪR̘̳̯̅̆ͨ̀͘ ̪͕̦̃̊͗̕Ë̟̩͉́̈́̃̔̌ͩ͛̀R̠̐̓̀͆̇̊̚R̵͔̔O̊̌͡R̪͈̓ ̠̫E̯͕̮̖͚͔͆͠R̦̳̠ͪR̦̤͂̈́O̭̮̮̮͈̲ͤ̀̌̚R͗̇ͬͫ ̦͎̖E̠ͭ͆̇R͕͓̮͔͉ͪ͌ͯͩ̈̊ͥ͘Ṛ̖͔̙ͥͬ̊͊O͕͔̙̲͐̓ͯ̓ͅR̝̞̞̦̦͆ ̳̺̏͂ͩE̸̖̩̜̭͙̳̿͊̍̆͌R̺͉ͅR̨̭͔͙Ò̗Ŕ͍̳͕̌̓̌͊̒̾́ ̰̭ͣE̫̠̭͎̥̘͕̾ͮ͒ͮ͜R̿̋́͆̌͛͠R̃̍̓̍́Ȏ̷̬̮̘̥̱ͬ͊̚R̹͖̺̻͔͖͚͛ ͦ̄̾͞E͇̺͇͔͡ͅR̹̻̣̤̣̻̮ͦ̔ͥͬ͜R̻̦̺ͭ̇̔O̖̒ͥ͑͆͗̚̕Ṛ ̫͈̜ͨ̍̅̎̔E̫͗͆̀̌̄Ṛ͚ͩ̅͒̚͟R͚̽ͬ̔͑̑O̼͕̟͚ͩ̋̈́͗̅ͭR͓̯͕ͨ͊ͧͩ͑̕ ̛̌̎̑Ḛ̝̳̲̇́͟Ṛ̬̣̳̳̪͋̿R̹̺̻̪̰̤͠O̗͓͉͔͚͓̭̅R̙͔̯̱̞͉̩ ̛̦̤͔̙̼͂̈ͯͬ̚Ĕ̦̪̥̐͊ͧ͐̄͜Ŕ̬̯͔̫̠̩ͨ̄̒ͫ́R̢̬̦͓͎̽Ǫ͎̠̝̰̒̋̐ͯR͓̪̲̳̞͖ͩ̑̋͒̋ ̞͈̩̥͓͗E̩̠̓R̖̙̲̖͙̬͞ͅR͈͙̿O͍̤̰̟̥̣͔͛̄̑R̝̗̭̼̋̈́̓ͭ̿̋ͭ ̡̹͑ͪ̌̍E͕̣͈͐ͯ̊R̿̊͛ͩͦ̓ͫ҉̝R̠̞ͭ̌O̲̝̣͚̬͖̮̾ͮ͒̽R͈͖̳̘ͬ̂͋ ̢̖͔͕̱͑ͥE̮̜̩͓͚̥̥ͦ͆̔̌R͚͓͇̦̖̻̖ͦ͌ͭ̋̂R͆ͭ́̚O̮̰͈͎̞̤̅ͤR̤̻̻͕̼ͩ̿͑͊ ̧̜͈̥͉̹̍̓̎͐͒̅ͣE̲̣̣͎̠̮̓͐̅̒͡R̷̟͍̲̮̲͈͗̍̃̚R̡̳̘̺̬ͬ̽̐̊̈̈́̆Ỏ̠̭̞̱͊ͅȒ̤͎̮̩̦̻ͯ̍͑ͬ̑̄́ͅ Ẻ̟͈̼̹̰ͧ͑ͫ͢R͚̟͉͍͔ͤ́̃̓̍͝R̲̗͉̅̌Ọ͖ͭ̾Ȓ͘ ̱̗̳͓̙̞̀̊̓̃͟ͅE̲͙̼͕͇͋̓͌Ṙ͎̪͎̅́̀R̪͕̦̓̂ͬ̅̑̀Ő̼̣̭̺͖̦Ṟ͙ͯ̀ ͆͏͈̼̮̖̼Eͦ͆̐R͖̤̜ͮͤ͛̏̆ͪͯR̡͈͙̝͖ͮ̂̃͑O̧̦̦͈̞͉R͍͇̙̋̃̏̿̄̉͝ ̺̳͈̱͚̑̈͊̏ͫ̇E̷̟̐͑̓͗ͧR̵͉̗̗̻̗̐ͭͭͥͤ̌ͩR̴͍̳̋̎͆̽͒̒Oͤ̃͒̚̚͞R͢ ͍͇̟̥̭̬̞E̩̜̘̯̗͂̐̾ͪ̓ͪR̷͖̹̙̓̎̾̽̓̈R̢͍͇͖̰̞̉̂̓ͭ̚Ỏ̓ͧͪ͏R͇̮̖͓ ̤̹̫̖͙͈̈́ͥ̒̈͐ͤ͗E̠̯̜̤̠̫̝̾ͦ̈́̄̂͊͠R̼̮͕̋̎R̜͖̗̱͟ͅO͍͔ͤŖ̖͍̘̣͖̍̄͛̍ ̧̠̫̘̰̆E̠͑̃̃̏ͬR͓̓ͭ͆͑ͤͦṞ̛̞̹̜̰̭̦Ò̺̖̮̟ͩ͊͋̆̀R͍̳̪ͅ ̡̞͈̖̥͙̝̖͛̌̆ͧ̇̈́Ê̬̺̜͖̬͍̬ͧͫ̄͐̿͂R̢̜̮̖͚ͬͫ̇̈́ͬ̊R͎̟̺̙̼͕͓ͫ̌ͮͥ͢Ò͍͙̦̦̿ͬͅR̩̝̺̥͍̪̤̿̀̿̀̋̑̀ ̳̬͐ͅE̹ͪ̆͌͊ͧͅR̹͓͉̅̿ͯ͗̆͟R̮̲̭̭̅̎͌̀O̠͚͙ͣR̝͎̃͘ ͑E̡͚͉̼̟͉̹̿̓R̺͓͙̰̔̑ͯ̚R̵̲͚͉̜͚͛̍̎̇O̟̰͈̤̗̬͒ͪ̄ͬ̈́̎̚͟ͅR̜̺̞̻̺͂̎ ̷̳̥̞͗͛ͦ͒ͣͩͦͅË̤́̆ͬ̏͆R̬̣̻͙̃Ṙ̽ͧͩ̊͌ͨ͏Ö͚͙̲͖̟́̈́͟R̛̗̮̲͂ͭ͗͑͊̚ ͯE̋̑̓ͦ͏͈Ȓ̳͓͖̠̦̜ͬ͐̚R̮̪͇Ơ̦͇̫̜͉̥̎̿ͪR̙̩̫͓̣̈̍̽̓͂͝ ͙̤̫̤̦̣̟ͮE͔̪̫̹͇̻ͧͦ́R̼̹̖̫̒R̥̲͕̬̾͑̂ͨ͛̉Ơ̳̙͓̱̏̈ͥͭRͩ͑͂͏̙̻̠͖̘ ̹͎̠̿̎ͧ̇͒̚̚E̴̼̻͎̠̬̦̊ͭ̚R͙̠̠̜̹̳͕ͪ̎̍̓͋͒̿R̰͎̰͉̭̫̒̀O̻̞͎Ȓ̺̣̙̭̜̦̎ͭͩ ̝͙̻̜͌͊ͧE̖̎͒͋͛͋͜R̲͓͚͙͔̯R͕̯̜ͮ̑Ȍ̤̙̘ͣͨ́R̽̈̊̎̄͌͐͏͙͔͚̗̠ ̸̒͐Ė̥̞̚̚R̖͝R̘͓̜̭͛̔͝O̸̱͇͉̗̬͆ͪ̉̏̍ͭ̃R̩̗̝̜̎̓ͅ ̨̬̣̗͈ͣE̗̜̞͖͍̬͊̒͋R̘̼̈́̇̅̃̀ͧ̅̕R̘͛Ỏ̼̲̤̮̼̫͑̐̈ͪR̘̳̯̅̆ͨ̀͘ ̪͕̦̃̊͗̕Ë̟̩͉́̈́̃̔̌ͩ͛̀R̠̐̓̀͆̇̊̚R̵͔̔O̊̌͡R̪͈̓ ̠̫E̯͕̮̖͚͔͆͠R̦̳̠ͪR̦̤͂̈́O̭̮̮̮͈̲ͤ̀̌̚R͗̇ͬͫ ̦͎̖E̠ͭ͆̇R͕͓̮͔͉ͪ͌ͯͩ̈̊ͥ͘Ṛ̖͔̙ͥͬ̊͊O͕͔̙̲͐̓ͯ̓ͅR̝̞̞̦̦͆ ̳̺̏͂ͩE̸̖̩̜̭͙̳̿͊̍̆͌R̺͉ͅR̨̭͔͙Ò̗Ŕ͍̳͕̌̓̌͊̒̾́ ̰̭ͣE̫̠̭͎̥̘͕̾ͮ͒ͮ͜R̿̋́͆̌͛͠R̃̍̓̍́Ȏ̷̬̮̘̥̱ͬ͊̚R̹͖̺̻͔͖͚͛ ͦ̄̾͞E͇̺͇͔͡ͅR̹̻̣̤̣̻̮ͦ̔ͥͬ͜R̻̦̺ͭ̇̔O̖̒ͥ͑͆͗̚̕Ṛ ̫͈̜ͨ̍̅̎̔
Billy: Fuck…
Billy held his head in pain and gritted his teeth to not let a single sound out.
E̫͗͆̀̌̄Ṛ͚ͩ̅͒̚͟R͚̽ͬ̔͑̑O̼͕̟͚ͩ̋̈́͗̅ͭR͓̯͕ͨ͊ͧͩ͑̕ ̛̌̎̑Ḛ̝̳̲̇́͟Ṛ̬̣̳̳̪͋̿R̹̺̻̪̰̤͠O̗͓͉͔͚͓̭̅R̙͔̯̱̞͉̩ ̛̦̤͔̙̼͂̈ͯͬ̚Ĕ̦̪̥̐͊ͧ͐̄͜Ŕ̬̯͔̫̠̩ͨ̄̒ͫ́R̢̬̦͓͎̽Ǫ͎̠̝̰̒̋̐ͯR͓̪̲̳̞͖ͩ̑̋͒̋ ̞͈̩̥͓͗E̩̠̓R̖̙̲̖͙̬͞ͅR͈͙̿O͍̤̰̟̥̣͔͛̄̑R̝̗̭̼̋̈́̓ͭ̿̋ͭ ̡̹͑ͪ̌̍E͕̣͈͐ͯ̊R̿̊͛ͩͦ̓ͫ҉̝R̠̞ͭ̌O̲̝̣͚̬͖̮̾ͮ͒̽R͈͖̳̘ͬ̂͋ ̢̖͔͕̱͑ͥE̮̜̩͓͚̥̥ͦ͆̔̌R͚͓͇̦̖̻̖ͦ͌ͭ̋̂R͆ͭ́̚O̮̰͈͎̞̤̅ͤR̤̻̻͕̼ͩ̿͑͊ ̧̜͈̥͉̹̍̓̎͐͒̅ͣE̲̣̣͎̠̮̓͐̅̒͡R̷̟͍̲̮̲͈͗̍̃̚R̡̳̘̺̬ͬ̽̐̊̈̈́̆Ỏ̠̭̞̱͊ͅȒ̤͎̮̩̦̻ͯ̍͑ͬ̑̄́ͅ Ẻ̟͈̼̹̰ͧ͑ͫ͢R͚̟͉͍͔ͤ́̃̓̍͝R̲̗͉̅̌Ọ͖ͭ̾Ȓ͘ ̱̗̳͓̙̞̀̊̓̃͟ͅE̲͙̼͕͇͋̓͌Ṙ͎̪͎̅́̀R̪͕̦̓̂ͬ̅̑̀Ő̼̣̭̺͖̦Ṟ͙ͯ̀ ͆͏͈̼̮̖̼Eͦ͆̐R͖̤̜ͮͤ͛̏̆ͪͯR̡͈͙̝͖ͮ̂̃͑O̧̦̦͈̞͉R͍͇̙̋̃̏̿̄̉͝ ̺̳͈̱͚̑̈͊̏ͫ̇E̷̟̐͑̓͗ͧR̵͉̗̗̻̗̐ͭͭͥͤ̌ͩR̴͍̳̋̎͆̽͒̒Oͤ̃͒̚̚͞R͢ ͍͇̟̥̭̬̞E̩̜̘̯̗͂̐̾ͪ̓ͪR̷͖̹̙̓̎̾̽̓̈R̢͍͇͖̰̞̉̂̓ͭ̚Ỏ̓ͧͪ͏R͇̮̖͓ ̤̹̫̖͙͈̈́ͥ̒̈͐ͤ͗E̠̯̜̤̠̫̝̾ͦ̈́̄̂͊͠R̼̮͕̋̎R̜͖̗̱͟ͅO͍͔ͤŖ̖͍̘̣͖̍̄͛̍ ̧̠̫̘̰̆E̠͑̃̃̏ͬR͓̓ͭ͆͑ͤͦṞ̛̞̹̜̰̭̦Ò̺̖̮̟ͩ͊͋̆̀R͍̳̪ͅ ̡̞͈̖̥͙̝̖͛̌̆ͧ̇̈́Ê̬̺̜͖̬͍̬ͧͫ̄͐̿͂R̢̜̮̖͚ͬͫ̇̈́ͬ̊R͎̟̺̙̼͕͓ͫ̌ͮͥ͢Ò͍͙̦̦̿ͬͅR̩̝̺̥͍̪̤̿̀̿̀̋̑̀ ̳̬͐ͅE̹ͪ̆͌͊ͧͅR̹͓͉̅̿ͯ͗̆͟R̮̲̭̭̅̎͌̀O̠͚͙ͣR̝͎̃͘ ͑E̡͚͉̼̟͉̹̿̓R̺͓͙̰̔̑ͯ̚R̵̲͚͉̜͚͛̍̎̇O̟̰͈̤̗̬͒ͪ̄ͬ̈́̎̚͟ͅR̜̺̞̻̺͂̎ ̷̳̥̞͗͛ͦ͒ͣͩͦͅË̤́̆ͬ̏͆R̬̣̻͙̃Ṙ̽ͧͩ̊͌ͨ͏Ö͚͙̲͖̟́̈́͟R̛̗̮̲͂ͭ͗͑͊̚ ͯE̋̑̓ͦ͏͈Ȓ̳͓͖̠̦̜ͬ͐̚R̮̪͇Ơ̦͇̫̜͉̥̎̿ͪR̙̩̫͓̣̈̍̽̓͂͝ ͙̤̫̤̦̣̟ͮE͔̪̫̹͇̻ͧͦ́R̼̹̖̫̒R̥̲͕̬̾͑̂ͨ͛̉Ơ̳̙͓̱̏̈ͥͭRͩ͑͂͏̙̻̠͖̘ ̹͎̠̿̎ͧ̇͒̚̚E̴̼̻͎̠̬̦̊ͭ̚R͙̠̠̜̹̳͕ͪ̎̍̓͋͒̿R̰͎̰͉̭̫̒̀O̻̞͎Ȓ̺̣̙̭̜̦̎ͭͩ ̝͙̻̜͌͊ͧE̖̎͒͋͛͋͜R̲͓͚͙͔̯R͕̯̜ͮ̑Ȍ̤̙̘ͣͨ́R̽̈̊̎̄͌͐͏͙͔͚̗̠ ̸̒͐Ė̥̞̚̚R̖͝R̘͓̜̭͛̔͝O̸̱͇͉̗̬͆ͪ̉̏̍ͭ̃R̩̗̝̜̎̓ͅ ̨̬̣̗͈ͣE̗̜̞͖͍̬͊̒͋R̘̼̈́̇̅̃̀ͧ̅̕R̘͛Ỏ̼̲̤̮̼̫͑̐̈ͪR̘̳̯̅̆ͨ̀͘ ̪͕̦̃̊͗̕Ë̟̩͉́̈́̃̔̌ͩ͛̀R̠̐̓̀͆̇̊̚R̵͔̔O̊̌͡R̪͈̓ ̠̫E̯͕̮̖͚͔͆͠R̦̳̠ͪR̦̤͂̈́O̭̮̮̮͈̲ͤ̀̌̚R͗̇ͬͫ ̦͎̖E̠ͭ͆̇R͕͓̮͔͉ͪ͌ͯͩ̈̊ͥ͘Ṛ̖͔̙ͥͬ̊͊O͕͔̙̲͐̓ͯ̓ͅR̝̞̞̦̦͆ ̳̺̏͂ͩE̸̖̩̜̭͙̳̿͊̍̆͌R̺͉ͅR̨̭͔͙Ò̗Ŕ͍̳͕̌̓̌͊̒̾́ ̰̭ͣE̫̠̭͎̥̘͕̾ͮ͒ͮ͜R̿̋́͆̌͛͠R̃̍̓̍́Ȏ̷̬̮̘̥̱ͬ͊̚R̹͖̺̻͔͖͚͛ ͦ̄̾͞E͇̺͇͔͡ͅR̹̻̣̤̣̻̮ͦ̔ͥͬ͜R̻̦̺ͭ̇̔O̖̒ͥ͑͆͗̚̕Ṛ ̫͈̜ͨ̍̅̎̔E̫͗͆̀̌̄Ṛ͚ͩ̅͒̚͟R͚̽ͬ̔͑̑O̼͕̟͚ͩ̋̈́͗̅ͭR͓̯͕ͨ͊ͧͩ͑̕ ̛̌̎̑Ḛ̝̳̲̇́͟Ṛ̬̣̳̳̪͋̿R̹̺̻̪̰̤͠O̗͓͉͔͚͓̭̅R̙͔̯̱̞͉̩ ̛̦̤͔̙̼͂̈ͯͬ̚Ĕ̦̪̥̐͊ͧ͐̄͜Ŕ̬̯͔̫̠̩ͨ̄̒ͫ́R̢̬̦͓͎̽Ǫ͎̠̝̰̒̋̐ͯR͓̪̲̳̞͖ͩ̑̋͒̋ ̞͈̩̥͓͗E̩̠̓R̖̙̲̖͙̬͞ͅR͈͙̿O͍̤̰̟̥̣͔͛̄̑R̝̗̭̼̋̈́̓ͭ̿̋ͭ ̡̹͑ͪ̌̍E͕̣͈͐ͯ̊R̿̊͛ͩͦ̓ͫ҉̝R̠̞ͭ̌O̲̝̣͚̬͖̮̾ͮ͒̽R͈͖̳̘ͬ̂͋ ̢̖͔͕̱͑ͥE̮̜̩͓͚̥̥ͦ͆̔̌R͚͓͇̦̖̻̖ͦ͌ͭ̋̂R͆ͭ́̚O̮̰͈͎̞̤̅ͤR̤̻̻͕̼ͩ̿͑͊ ̧̜͈̥͉̹̍̓̎͐͒̅ͣE̲̣̣͎̠̮̓͐̅̒͡R̷̟͍̲̮̲͈͗̍̃̚R̡̳̘̺̬ͬ̽̐̊̈̈́̆Ỏ̠̭̞̱͊ͅȒ̤͎̮̩̦̻ͯ̍͑ͬ̑̄́ͅ Ẻ̟͈̼̹̰ͧ͑ͫ͢R͚̟͉͍͔ͤ́̃̓̍͝R̲̗͉̅̌Ọ͖ͭ̾Ȓ͘ ̱̗̳͓̙̞̀̊̓̃͟ͅE̲͙̼͕͇͋̓͌Ṙ͎̪͎̅́̀R̪͕̦̓̂ͬ̅̑̀Ő̼̣̭̺͖̦Ṟ͙ͯ̀ ͆͏͈̼̮̖̼Eͦ͆̐R͖̤̜ͮͤ͛̏̆ͪͯR̡͈͙̝͖ͮ̂̃͑O̧̦̦͈̞͉R͍͇̙̋̃̏̿̄̉͝ ̺̳͈̱͚̑̈͊̏ͫ̇E̷̟̐͑̓͗ͧR̵͉̗̗̻̗̐ͭͭͥͤ̌ͩR̴͍̳̋̎͆̽͒̒Oͤ̃͒̚̚͞R͢ ͍͇̟̥̭̬̞E̩̜̘̯̗͂̐̾ͪ̓ͪR̷͖̹̙̓̎̾̽̓̈R̢͍͇͖̰̞̉̂̓ͭ̚Ỏ̓ͧͪ͏R͇̮̖͓ ̤̹̫̖͙͈̈́ͥ̒̈͐ͤ͗E̠̯̜̤̠̫̝̾ͦ̈́̄̂͊͠R̼̮͕̋̎R̜͖̗̱͟ͅO͍͔ͤŖ̖͍̘̣͖̍̄͛̍ ̧̠̫̘̰̆E̠͑̃̃̏ͬR͓̓ͭ͆͑ͤͦṞ̛̞̹̜̰̭̦Ò̺̖̮̟ͩ͊͋̆̀R͍̳̪ͅ ̡̞͈̖̥͙̝̖͛̌̆ͧ̇̈́Ê̬̺̜͖̬͍̬ͧͫ̄͐̿͂R̢̜̮̖͚ͬͫ̇̈́ͬ̊R͎̟̺̙̼͕͓ͫ̌ͮͥ͢Ò͍͙̦̦̿ͬͅR̩̝̺̥͍̪̤̿̀̿̀̋̑̀ ̳̬͐ͅE̹ͪ̆͌͊ͧͅR̹͓͉̅̿ͯ͗̆͟R̮̲̭̭̅̎͌̀O̠͚͙ͣR̝͎̃͘ ͑E̡͚͉̼̟͉̹̿̓R̺͓͙̰̔̑ͯ̚R̵̲͚͉̜͚͛̍̎̇O̟̰͈̤̗̬͒ͪ̄ͬ̈́̎̚͟ͅR̜̺̞̻̺͂̎ ̷̳̥̞͗͛ͦ͒ͣͩͦͅË̤́̆ͬ̏͆R̬̣̻͙̃Ṙ̽ͧͩ̊͌ͨ͏Ö͚͙̲͖̟́̈́͟R̛̗̮̲͂ͭ͗͑͊̚ ͯE̋̑̓ͦ͏͈Ȓ̳͓͖̠̦̜ͬ͐̚R̮̪͇Ơ̦͇̫̜͉̥̎̿ͪR̙̩̫͓̣̈̍̽̓͂͝ ͙̤̫̤̦̣̟ͮE͔̪̫̹͇̻ͧͦ́R̼̹̖̫̒R̥̲͕̬̾͑̂ͨ͛̉Ơ̳̙͓̱̏̈ͥͭRͩ͑͂͏̙̻̠͖̘ ̹͎̠̿̎ͧ̇͒̚̚E̴̼̻͎̠̬̦̊ͭ̚R͙̠̠̜̹̳͕ͪ̎̍̓͋͒̿R̰͎̰͉̭̫̒̀O̻̞͎Ȓ̺̣̙̭̜̦̎ͭͩ ̝͙̻̜͌͊ͧE̖̎͒͋͛͋͜R̲͓͚͙͔̯R͕̯̜ͮ̑Ȍ̤̙̘ͣͨ́R̽̈̊̎̄͌͐͏͙͔͚̗̠ ̸̒͐Ė̥̞̚̚R̖͝R̘͓̜̭͛̔͝O̸̱͇͉̗̬͆ͪ̉̏̍ͭ̃R̩̗̝̜̎̓ͅ ̨̬̣̗͈ͣE̗̜̞͖͍̬͊̒͋R̘̼̈́̇̅̃̀ͧ̅̕R̘͛Ỏ̼̲̤̮̼̫͑̐̈ͪR̘̳̯̅̆ͨ̀͘ ̪͕̦̃̊͗̕Ë̟̩͉́̈́̃̔̌ͩ͛̀R̠̐̓̀͆̇̊̚R̵͔̔O̊̌͡R̪͈̓ ̠̫E̯͕̮̖͚͔͆͠R̦̳̠ͪR̦̤͂̈́O̭̮̮̮͈̲ͤ̀̌̚R͗̇ͬͫ ̦͎̖E̠ͭ͆̇R͕͓̮͔͉ͪ͌ͯͩ̈̊ͥ͘Ṛ̖͔̙ͥͬ̊͊O͕͔̙̲͐̓ͯ̓ͅR̝̞̞̦̦͆ ̳̺̏͂ͩE̸̖̩̜̭͙̳̿͊̍̆͌R̺͉ͅR̨̭͔͙Ò̗Ŕ͍̳͕̌̓̌͊̒̾́ ̰̭ͣE̫̠̭͎̥̘͕̾ͮ͒ͮ͜R̿̋́͆̌͛͠R̃̍̓̍́Ȏ̷̬̮̘̥̱ͬ͊̚R̹͖̺̻͔͖͚͛ ͦ̄̾͞E͇̺͇͔͡ͅR̹̻̣̤̣̻̮ͦ̔ͥͬ͜R̻̦̺ͭ̇̔O̖̒ͥ͑͆͗̚̕Ṛ ̫͈̜ͨ̍̅̎̔E̫͗͆̀̌̄Ṛ͚ͩ̅͒̚͟R͚̽ͬ̔͑̑O̼͕̟͚ͩ̋̈́͗̅ͭR͓̯͕ͨ͊ͧͩ͑̕ ̛̌̎̑Ḛ̝̳̲̇́͟Ṛ̬̣̳̳̪͋̿R̹̺̻̪̰̤͠O̗͓͉͔͚͓̭̅R̙͔̯̱̞͉̩ ̛̦̤͔̙̼͂̈ͯͬ̚Ĕ̦̪̥̐͊ͧ͐̄͜Ŕ̬̯͔̫̠̩ͨ̄̒ͫ́R̢̬̦͓͎̽Ǫ͎̠̝̰̒̋̐ͯR͓̪̲̳̞͖ͩ̑̋͒̋ ̞͈̩̥͓͗E̩̠̓R̖̙̲̖͙̬͞ͅR͈͙̿O͍̤̰̟̥̣͔͛̄̑R̝̗̭̼̋̈́̓ͭ̿̋ͭ ̡̹͑ͪ̌̍E͕̣͈͐ͯ̊R̿̊͛ͩͦ̓ͫ҉̝R̠̞ͭ̌O̲̝̣͚̬͖̮̾ͮ͒̽R͈͖̳̘ͬ̂͋ ̢̖͔͕̱͑ͥE̮̜̩͓͚̥̥ͦ͆̔̌R͚͓͇̦̖̻̖ͦ͌ͭ̋̂R͆ͭ́̚O̮̰͈͎̞̤̅ͤR̤̻̻͕̼ͩ̿͑͊ ̧̜͈̥͉̹̍̓̎͐͒̅ͣE̲̣̣͎̠̮̓͐̅̒͡R̷̟͍̲̮̲͈͗̍̃̚R̡̳̘̺̬ͬ̽̐̊̈̈́̆Ỏ̠̭̞̱͊ͅȒ̤͎̮̩̦̻ͯ̍͑ͬ̑̄́ͅ Ẻ̟͈̼̹̰ͧ͑ͫ͢R͚̟͉͍͔ͤ́̃̓̍͝R̲̗͉̅̌Ọ͖ͭ̾Ȓ͘ ̱̗̳͓̙̞̀̊̓̃͟ͅE̲͙̼͕͇͋̓͌Ṙ͎̪͎̅́̀R̪͕̦̓̂ͬ̅̑̀Ő̼̣̭̺͖̦Ṟ͙ͯ̀ ͆͏͈̼̮̖̼Eͦ͆̐R͖̤̜ͮͤ͛̏̆ͪͯR̡͈͙̝͖ͮ̂̃͑O̧̦̦͈̞͉R͍͇̙̋̃̏̿̄̉͝ ̺̳͈̱͚̑̈͊̏ͫ̇E̷̟̐͑̓͗ͧR̵͉̗̗̻̗̐ͭͭͥͤ̌ͩR̴͍̳̋̎͆̽͒̒Oͤ̃͒̚̚͞R͢ ͍͇̟̥̭̬̞E̩̜̘̯̗͂̐̾ͪ̓ͪR̷͖̹̙̓̎̾̽̓̈R̢͍͇͖̰̞̉̂̓ͭ̚Ỏ̓ͧͪ͏R͇̮̖͓ ̤̹̫̖͙͈̈́ͥ̒̈͐ͤ͗E̠̯̜̤̠̫̝̾ͦ̈́̄̂͊͠R̼̮͕̋̎R̜͖̗̱͟ͅO͍͔ͤŖ̖͍̘̣͖̍̄͛̍ ̧̠̫̘̰̆E̠͑̃̃̏ͬR͓̓ͭ͆͑ͤͦṞ̛̞̹̜̰̭̦Ò̺̖̮̟ͩ͊͋̆̀R͍̳̪ͅ ̡̞͈̖̥͙̝̖͛̌̆ͧ̇̈́Ê̬̺̜͖̬͍̬ͧͫ̄͐̿͂R̢̜̮̖͚ͬͫ̇̈́ͬ̊R͎̟̺̙̼͕͓ͫ̌ͮͥ͢Ò͍͙̦̦̿ͬͅR̩̝̺̥͍̪̤̿̀̿̀̋̑̀ ̳̬͐ͅE̹ͪ̆͌͊ͧͅR̹͓͉̅̿ͯ͗̆͟R̮̲̭̭̅̎͌̀O̠͚͙ͣR̝͎̃͘ ͑E̡͚͉̼̟͉̹̿̓R̺͓͙̰̔̑ͯ̚R̵̲͚͉̜͚͛̍̎̇O̟̰͈̤̗̬͒ͪ̄ͬ̈́̎̚͟ͅR̜̺̞̻̺͂̎ ̷̳̥̞͗͛ͦ͒ͣͩͦͅË̤́̆ͬ̏͆R̬̣̻͙̃Ṙ̽ͧͩ̊͌ͨ͏Ö͚͙̲͖̟́̈́͟R̛̗̮̲͂ͭ͗͑͊̚ ͯE̋̑̓ͦ͏͈Ȓ̳͓͖̠̦̜ͬ͐̚R̮̪͇Ơ̦͇̫̜͉̥̎̿ͪR̙̩̫͓̣̈̍̽̓͂͝ ͙̤̫̤̦̣̟ͮE͔̪̫̹͇̻ͧͦ́R̼̹̖̫̒R̥̲͕̬̾͑̂ͨ͛̉Ơ̳̙͓̱̏̈ͥͭRͩ͑͂͏̙̻̠͖̘ ̹͎̠̿̎ͧ̇͒̚̚E̴̼̻͎̠̬̦̊ͭ̚R͙̠̠̜̹̳͕ͪ̎̍̓͋͒̿R̰͎̰͉̭̫̒̀O̻̞͎Ȓ̺̣̙̭̜̦̎ͭͩ ̝͙̻̜͌͊ͧE̖̎͒͋͛͋͜R̲͓͚͙͔̯R͕̯̜ͮ̑Ȍ̤̙̘ͣͨ́R̽̈̊̎̄͌͐͏͙͔͚̗̠ ̸̒͐Ė̥̞̚̚R̖͝R̘͓̜̭͛̔͝O̸̱͇͉̗̬͆ͪ̉̏̍ͭ̃R̩̗̝̜̎̓ͅ ̨̬̣̗͈ͣE̗̜̞͖͍̬͊̒͋R̘̼̈́̇̅̃̀ͧ̅̕R̘͛Ỏ̼̲̤̮̼̫͑̐̈ͪR̘̳̯̅̆ͨ̀͘ ̪͕̦̃̊͗̕Ë̟̩͉́̈́̃̔̌ͩ͛̀R̠̐̓̀͆̇̊̚R̵͔̔O̊̌͡R̪͈̓ ̠̫E̯͕̮̖͚͔͆͠R̦̳̠ͪR̦̤͂̈́O̭̮̮̮͈̲ͤ̀̌̚R͗̇ͬͫ ̦͎̖E̠ͭ͆̇R͕͓̮͔͉ͪ͌ͯͩ̈̊ͥ͘Ṛ̖͔̙ͥͬ̊͊O͕͔̙̲͐̓ͯ̓ͅR̝̞̞̦̦͆ ̳̺̏͂ͩE̸̖̩̜̭͙̳̿͊̍̆͌R̺͉ͅR̨̭͔͙Ò̗Ŕ͍̳͕̌̓̌͊̒̾́ ̰̭ͣE̫̠̭͎̥̘͕̾ͮ͒ͮ͜R̿̋́͆̌͛͠R̃̍̓̍́Ȏ̷̬̮̘̥̱ͬ͊̚R̹͖̺̻͔͖͚͛ ͦ̄̾͞E͇̺͇͔͡ͅR̹̻̣̤̣̻̮ͦ̔ͥͬ͜R̻̦̺ͭ̇̔O̖̒ͥ͑͆͗̚̕Ṛ ̫͈ͨ̍̅̎̔
Billy: The hell…?
His halo started to release some Nexus Bolt around, making holes in the floor and on the sofa, with the sound of electricity appearing here and there. Soon, the Nexus Bolt stopped rampaging around.
D͛͑ͤ̒̽̿̍͢A͉̙̟̘͘Ṋ̨͎ͨ̏̃͒̂̓ͅG̖͈̮͉̼̱̋̊ͬ̔̿Éͤ҉̣̖̪͇͙͕̦Rͮ̓ͪ̊̽͒͝!̥̼̫͎͉ͮ!͚̫̂̃ͨ̔ ͖͙̤̪͇̫͛̀̂̚D̙ͩ͗͂̾ͅA̡̟͉͕̖ͤ͑̌̿N͓̣͚͙̣̂̉̈́̊͢ͅͅĞ̴̬̤̬̠̤̭̤ͪͨE̵͔̤ͦ̍͌͂R̟̩̘̜̬̟ͧͅ!̡̝̘̂̔͑ͭ!͓ͤ͠ ̤̯͓͍̼̗͚ͤ̂ͯD̘͎̠̙̬̮͑͐͌ͣͅĀ̬̻̲͎͈͍̺͑̍̓̑Ṅ͉̖͙͖͉͍̞ͭ͊Gͣ̋͊̃̆̽ͬ͠E̡̲̪̭͓͚̼̒̍ͬͅR̼̺̥͓͖̱̬!̧͉ͥ!̹̼͉̰̞̯̜̍̌͒̒̌ ̭̳̎
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K̙ͥ̀̔̉E͉͕̭̠͖̳̞ͭͦͭͩͭY̘̱̭̒͊̐͌͋̓̚̕S͓̳̹͚̥ͣͧ͒̇́T͚͖ͣO̶̩̫̝̍̒N̪̜ͧͣ̔̎ͥͣ͝E̓ͤ͏̜ ̜̩̞̭͎̏ͤ͐̚̕F̌̒̅͐҉̠̠̩̱ͅRͦ͛Ȃ̡̭̫̙͔̣̜̹͋G̹ͣ̄ͬ͂̾ͅM̵͈̤̯̹̅̇ͦE̵̦̪̬̘̼̮̯̓ͮ̈̀N̗͍͓͈̟͎͍̊͋̆ͭ̅͝T̜͈̥̟̭̻͑͋̍ ̸̲̼͉̗̲̺̒̐̐̋͆̄C̱͖͗ͣͯ͗Ọ̾̑̈́ͨ͑ͧ̉M͔͎̔P̟̝̪̝̙̊͊͒͗A͎̪͖̙͙̙̦̓T͍̰͕̪̭̎͑̉̄ͬͅĬ̠̺̮̰̫̘̱̀ͨ̌̀B҉̠I̍̃̓͢L̙̃Ị̲͋ͩ͂͐Ṫ̋̏Y̱̿̄ ͇͖̮͈̥̉ͣ̃̀ͯ̀H̙̳͍͔͓͉̐̓A̴̲̤͛̄͛̍̀̿S̙͈̎ͬ͘ͅ ̞̘̮ͧḄ̠̬̥̩̑ͮ͘E͒̾̓̎̓̒E̵ͣͨN̢͕̤͈̘̭ ̳̫̮͘C̵̹ͮͦͣͥO͎̪̩̹̬͈͈ͣ͂̊̐̊̈́͋M̰̦̣̫̲͚͗ͅPͬͯ́͌̄Ŗ͑̆ͭ̃ͫ̈O̰̙̰̮ͦ͒̉͒̉ͥṂ̵̰̬͎͚͇͎͐ͩȈ̲̘͙̜̻̇̉̀̚Ş̫̊ͫ̊ͮ̇͌ͧE̖̝̻̒͒ͭͭ͊̇̚͢D̬̠̊ͩ̿͢
I̵͖̤͇̤̰ͨͬͧT͉̤̾̎̑̍͟ ̨̲͙̞̮̲̏́̉ͥI̭̪̘͕͎͓S̞̘̹̊ ̮̫͋͌̃ͬ̓͑͘Ň̨̰͇̣̯̭̰̌ͦ̇͑͌Õ͎̅̈͝T͕͙̜̩͇̰̟ͬ ̶͙͍͚͍͕̇ͫ̊̒̇S͇̀̅̇̽̓ͬU̦Ĝ̖͙̜̘̳̻͗́ͤ̓ͥG̥̤̟̫̱Ȩ̳̟̬̟͙͒S̒ͫ͒̑̈́̐T̶͎̘̬̠Ĕ̩̬̰͙͚̀̾̏͠D̎̿͂ ̩̲̱͉̬̥̉̀͆ͅṬ͚̻̤̲̅̓̽̈́̂͜Ǫ̪̲̟͍̬̺ ̗̞͆͗ͮM̦͖͎̲̯̉A̩͍̞̘̻͈͑K̺̹̟̳̹ͧͥͧͮE͏̮͇̲̠̥ ̖̰͞Ȃ̜͙ͅN͍̝̰̭̞͍ͯͥ̎͋ͥͤYͯͦ ̨̹̥͕̲̞̖͎̇͑́͒ͮȂ̯͙̱̬̝͚̇ͨ̒͂̍͠ͅB̼̬ͬN̦̲̰̈́͌ͧ͂̾Ō̭̟̫͖͚̗̬͝R͔͖̊̀̈́̈ͤ͢M͍̗͊ͬA̛ͦ̊L̴͓͚͍̳̬ͨ̇̐̏͒͌̉ ̌̂̄͛̀҉̘͇͈̬B̝͔͈ͬ̔͌E̻ͤ͌̓H́̌҉͔̤̮͎A̯̲͔ͦ̉V̯̖̜͎̼̿ͫ̅̌ͣ̇͂͝Ḭ̢̺̊̈́Ò̫͇̟͔̲R͒ͣ̍̒͐̂̎҉͚͙
Billy: Tch… Maybe I shouldn't have snapped back then…
Akame came out from the kitchen and saw Billy holding his head in pain. She rushed at him and held his shoulders.
Akame: Hey, are you alright?
Billy: I don't know… I just need to rest a bit…
Akame: Alright, but don't force yourself.
Billy: It's ok, I just need to fight calmly and everything will be ok.
Akame nodded and said while helping him get up.
Akame: Now go to eat, it's dinner time.
Billy: Huh? I thought I came here at afternoon… I guess time flew while I had headache… Whatever.
They reached the dinner room, where everyone was already grouped there to eat.
Najenda: Finally you are here, we were waiting for you.
Billy: I just had some problems, everything is alright now.
Billy smiled and took his seat, soon, Susanoo came from the kitchen with different dishes.
Susanoo: Are you ready… All of you?
Then he started to serve to everyone.
Susanoo: For Najenda, salt flavored ramen, with slightly harder noodles. I have utter confidence in its chicken flavor and the zesty salt!
For Mine, strawberry parfait. There's a secret ingredient in it as well!
For Lubbock, Bokkai shrimp, fresh from the water!
For Leone, oden and chilled alcohol, a very expensive local product!
For Akame, an assortment of meant, it's cooked with my ultra-secret sauce!
For Chelsea, a vanilla cake with chocolate inside.
For Billy, white wine conserved with extreme cure and grilled salmon with caesar salad!
Tatsumi said anything is fine, so a special Susanoo-lunch set.
Billy: Pffft…
Tatsumi: Isn't this just a kid's meal…?
Najenda: Well, now that we've gotten our favourites from Susanoo, let's eat well, be in high spirits, and…
Everyone didn't even bother listening and started to eat.
Najenda: ...You all started eating before I even began to speak, huh. Good to see you all in high spirits already.
Billy: It was a while since I ate this, and for the love of god, Suu, how do you even make something so delicious?! I ate this dish from many people time ago, but you crushed them all!
Mine: Mmm! So sweet! It's so good! Hey Tatsumi, do you want to try some of-
Leone: Tatsumi!! If your sis' cup is empty, what are you supposed to do?
Tatsumi sighed and picked up Leone's bottle of alcohol, before pouring it on her cup.
Tatsumi: Fine, fine, I'll fill it up.
Leone: Good, good! Good job Tatsumi!
Mine: ...Hmph!
Billy smiled as he ate the dish and looked at everyone else having fun, hopefully no one will die anymore even though he can't cry unless it's a special circumstance…
Akame: Your cooking is awesome as always, Suu!
Tatsumi: Yeah. I don't know what we'd do without you.
Susanoo: Hm, I'm happy to hear you say that.
Then he glanced at Tatsumi's dish and frowned a bit.
Susanoo: But Tatsumi, don't just leave a single grain of rice! It's extremely bothersome!
Leone: He'd be perfect if he weren't so nitpicky…
Chelsea: Heh, I find it funny. You guys?
Billy: It depends on who is the target, if it's Retard then it's funny.
Tatsumi: Hey!
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