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The Box

It was an annual tradition for the outgoing high school class to have a bonfire and tell scary stories the night before graduation. Chloe sat opposite Tucker, self-proclaimed fear immune, who insisted that none of the stories were scary. He interrupted most of them with jokes, or spoiled the endings of ones he'd heard before.

It was Chloe's turn, and she was making one up on the fly, ignoring Tucker's interruptions and speaking softly to entice the others to listen closely and shush him for her. Always a wallflower, she hated the attention, but right now needed to make the most of it.

"...as soon as the old wooden box arrived at the doorstep, Mia knew the time had come. She took it inside and set it on the table, putting it in front of her husband. She untied his arm and gave him a choice; tell her the truth, or prove he was not lying.

'The box is magic from Old Country,' she told him, 'Separates truth from lies. An honest man does not fear it, but a liar will suffer fate worse than death.' She pushed it closer, a hole big enough for a hand on the top surface. He tried to look inside but saw only darkness. The man's confidence was his undoing though, and he gave her a defiant look and put his hand in the box."

Chloe was not great at making up a scary story so she went for visceral instead, describing every prick, pinch, and cut of the hand, breaking out near the end to her own dramatic scream of pain. She was happy to see Tucker flinch at it.

Letting the silence fill the air for a few extended moments, Chloe pulled a box out of her backpack. Polished wood with a black hole carved out of the top, big enough for a hand to fit.

"Tucker," Chloe started to walk around the bonfire towards him, "You were saying the box was fake?"

"Oooooo," one of the other guys that usually joked around with him called, "She callin' you out!"

"Pfft," Tucker said, standing up and rolling his shoulders. Chloe noticed his fingers flexing at his sides, as if he were fidgeting with a pen. He looked around the fire, a nervous smile on his face as he tried to say something. Probably a joke or a snarky remark.

Chloe held out the box, her heart racing in excitement. She lowered her head towards the dark wood, tilting it so that the gaping black hole was facing him. The fire light was hitting the side of the box, making the hole seem darker by contrast. "Go ahead," Chloe said, her voice as even as she could make it, "Put your hand in."

She wished that she could read his mind, to see what he was thinking. Did he fear pain? Did he fear a prank? Embarrassment? Her eyes were on Tucker's face the entire time, watching it shift through a multitude of emotions. None of them were an expression of confidence.

"Screw this," he said, smacking the box out of her hand and walking away, "I'm over this kid shit." A couple of his friends got up, jeering him and making fun of him for wussing out. Chloe watched them walk away into the darkness before picking up the box and laughing.

"What was in it?" someone asked.

"Exactly what Tucker's afraid of," Chloe said, pulling the latch from the side and swinging the box open. She turned it towards the fire to show everyone it was empty, "Nothing."

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H - "Fuck you! That's against the rules!"

DL - "Rules? What rule exactly?"

Thief - "Fairly sure there has to be a rule against it"

DL - "Bullshit, I read all the books, there isn't a rule against it"

Bowoman - "Because it's obvious that the sword is meant to be get by the hero"

DL - "The wording is it is said that this sword will only be put out of the rock by the hero of the era , it is said that , that it is said that means that is only a legend, and besides I didn't pull it out I merely broke the stone"

Archpriest - "This is why I didn't want him to play with us, I knew that he will put out something like this"

DL - "Sorry lil bro, is not my fault I'm in another league"

Henchman - "Honestly I'm just glad am not the narrator for once"

H - "When did this even happen?"

Narrator - "Let me see... About 3 sessions ago"

Mercenary - "Wait! Hold on! We had have Eclipse for 3 sessions!? Why didn't you tell us!"

DL - "It would ruin the surprise"

M - "Dude! I almost die last session!"

Animal Shifter - "Haha, yeah, I wrecked you"

Vampire - "Wait... That's why I have been getting passive debuffs since we came back from Maloran!"

Huntress - "When did y'all go to Maloran!? Even if we can't know what you do on your side of the table surely we would have noticed your absence!"

DL - "Great way to reveal to them we had play without them"

Annoyed growls all around

H - "You have been playing without us!?"

V - "Not... a lot"

DL - "Whose house is this again? Who bought all the things again?"

AP - "When did you even played!? I also live here!"

DL - "One night while you were trying and failing to get laid"

AP - "Fuck you"

BW - "I think is fair that we at least know what else did you did then"

V - "Well..."

DL - "We started the construction of a railroad to mobilize our troops"

HT - "It's- It's the 900s"

DL - "There has been steam engines ever since the minus 400s, we merely found a manuscript and saw its potential"

T - "That has to be cheating"

DL - "No rules against it"

N - "They also send a voyage to Emu"

H - "What- To the serpent continent!?"

DL - "It'll be a waist not to try to get the Silver Fangs"

AS - "Dude, that combined with the Rainbow Butterflies you got last time would be so overpowered it wouldn't even be fun"

DL - "It'll be fun to me"

H - "We need to stop that, I won't be fighting an army of half ghosts half voodoo zombies half snakes half golems"

DL - "And remember I have that railroad, so it'll be massive"

HT - "Why did you even let this happen?"

N - "He gave me chocolate"

"Or you could just not have a timer on the motherfucker in the first place."

"...But why would I do that?"

"So that nobody with a brain knows how long they've got." He clasped his hands together. "Think about it. What's scarier? Knowing you're gonna' die, but you have 30 seconds to go over it? Or knowing you're gonna' die soon, but you have no clue when exactly?"

"Man, that's... That's something."

"Plus think of all the money you save on buying clocks and stopwatches. Those LED screens add up in our yearly budget."

"We have a yearly budget?"

"I mean, yeah, boss. Didn't you just have us file our taxes?"

"Look, I don't wanna' fuck with the IRS."

"Me neither. They got Capone, they'll come get us too."

"This is why I hired you."

"Thank you sir."

"So, no timers. Got it. Anything else?"

"Maybe keep things separated in more than one place? I don't like being in the room with all of this in one spot."

"Yeah, makes me nervous a little bit too."

"Like, I know it won't go off at random. But you know, it's the fact all the components are here..."

"And we're standing in the middle of it all."

"...Yeah."

"You're right. This shit's uncomfortable. Let's talk somewhere else."

"Lock the doors, because we really don't want that just floating around."

"Yeah. Taxes are easy to explain. But this..."

"Wind up under the jail under the other jail."

"That's Supermax time."

"Jesus himself will be back before your ass get out."

"Matter fact, tell you what, we sell that shit in there. Get it off our hands. Go into something else?"

"Like what?"

"Scamming cryptobros, I don't know."

"Sounds good. Want me to make some calls?"

"Sure. And uh, help me repack this stuff?"

"Ok. Just... Be careful. They'll be picking pieces of us off the moon if we mess up."

"Yeah this is just extra trouble for no reason."

"We're evil, but not that evil."

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August 3rd, 2056

I had to shoot the dog. I took no pleasure in it, I must admit. I cried over that dog.

Macy tried to comfort me, but nothing came through. The dog saved my life many times over. It hurt to see her suffering so much, a chunk of flesh missing from her back, already turning green-ish brown from the infection. It was rotting before my very eyes. I shot the dog before the kids saw and buried her in the backyard.

On the bright side, our traps are working. We caught a fawn; Macy told me after I told the kids the dog ran away. She made us soup. I’m so glad they’re catching animals. We haven’t had fresh meat in days. I was worried the kids were going to starve before we got anything.

It was some damn good soup.

August 5th, 2056

Lucy got sick. Macy said they were on a walk and she ate some poisonous leaves. The poor thing was starving. We gave her the leftover soup so she can get better. I think Harlan caught it too. He hasn’t gotten out of bed all day.

Honestly, I’m not feeling great either. I’ve been feeling under the weather for the past few days. Maybe it’s grief from losing the dog. I don’t know anymore.

The traps haven’t caught anything else yet.

August 8th, 2056

Lucy is dead.

I had no choice. She was turned. I don’t know how. I killed her the same way I killed the dog. She didn’t suffer at all.

I don’t know how to tell Harlan.

August 9th, 2056

Macy made soup again. The traps caught veal this time. A cow must have escaped from the ranch nearby. It was dead when she found it.

Harlan is sick, so we gave him Lucy’s portion. We told him she went to the stronghold beyond the canyon. He asked when he could go there too. I can’t lose him either. Macy’s been acting strange too. I think she’s getting whatever he has. I think I’m sick too, but I can’t let them know. I need to carry us forward.

August 10th, 2056

I want to kill her.

Macy fed us the infected meat from the dog. We were all infected, but Lucy got the worst of it. She turned the fastest.

We ate her. Macy said it was veal and I didn’t question it. She fed me my fucking daughter. She’s killed us all. We fed more to Harlan, so he got infected too. I had to kill him too. She’s about to turn, I can feel it. I’m not going to give her that chance.

August 12th, 2056

She’s dead.

I’m next.

If you’re reading this, stay away. Don’t eat the meat in the icebox. Don’t eat anything.

Good luck.

-Trenton Katze

P.S. the revolver has five bullets left in it.

Loved this, thank you for writing. It was a great read.

I tried. Oh, how I tried.

But there was no way out of it. I make people happy, I get sad. I make more people happy, I get even more sad and miserable. I fake it, telling myself "it's for the greater good, I will handle that", and I've been doing that for years.

I had to stop multiple times, of course. Sometimes, I would look at the world, seeing crime being almost non-existent, and feel happy. Well, not happy, but less sad - and destiny was cruel indeed, because I could feel the power I imposed on people... leaking...

Maybe I could just steal that thing that I want instead of working the full month.... it was all because of this curse - unhappiness. The curse that I was going to solve with my curse - make me take all the unhappiness in the world. And one of my hardest decisions was to make everybody unable to feel sad for me - otherwise it would all go to naught.

And yeah, I did it. For what? I can not not remember anymore. Maybe I felt happy knowing people were becoming less miserable? I can only guess. There's no trace of good feelings inside of me. I'm the void itself, zombie walking on the streets.

With dark spots under my eyes, after long nights without being able to sleep, I finally look at the world. People dancing on the streets, smiling, happy. They are all happy. Crime doesn't exist anymore. Newspapers now only show good things, report where it will be the next fair, the next music show, etc - nothing miserable happens - ever.

So that's what true happiness is.... and I see myself smiling. Not smiling - laughing. Well, laughing is an understatement - I am a maniac in the streets, laughing harder than I ever been!

That was the answer, finally! After all those years, it all makes sense! After all, my miserable life was simply too little to take all sadness from everyone - I notice that my life didn't felt like multiple generations, it indeed was multiple generations - an eternity of suffering for the sake of humanity! Sweet embrace of death will never exist, because it will be a point of happiness for me!

So.... they will see.

I will burn. I will kill. I will steal everything from them. For all eternity, I will torture, I will bathe myself in their blood, I will dance to their screams of agony!

And they will be happy with it!

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Until there are, should have proofread it.

Damn who'd have thought I should have marked this prompt NSFW. Thanks for sharing!

“John, aren’t you gonna defuse that?”

“Relax, man, we have a minute. You know, the audience? They love this shit. Really gets their dicks wet, as they watch the number slowly drip down to zero.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

“Really, man. I’ve seen it. They love watching the number slowly go down, and then, when it’s single digit, at highest, you defuse it. They love it, when it changes color from red to green, with .01 second left. Really lets them cream themselves.”

“Okay, boss, I agree.” Clyde didn’t like how boss was making it sexual.

“Really, Clyde. I’ve seen people make out to scenes like that. I’ve seen women in theatres start blowing during those scenes. That’s what I want to contribute to, you know? I want to be part of something bigger than-“

The bomb exploded, killing everyone.

Igor Zevimsky woke up on a cold October morning and looked outside to an overcast sky. A grey sky for another grey day. Only today he noticed that someone had planted another flower in his sad garden while he was asleep. It made his lip quiver into an almost smile for a moment, but then his somber gaze returned.

Today was just a normal day. He would go to work, pound coffee for a few hours as he stared at a screen doing work that had long ago been made obsolete by technology. But his boss didn't know that, and it pleased his boss to make Igor do mind numbing tasks.

Today was going as normal, until the espresso machine broke. No one else was in the office except for Igor at this point. Most people worked from home and only came in the mornings to hang out and chat before they stepped out for lunch and never returned, but Igor stayed in the office because his boss liked it that way.

He spent an hour reading the manual and trying a few different things before a phone call came in. He rushed over to his desk and answered the phone.

"Igor, I hope things are going well over there! Try to smile for a change. Anyways, I'm going to need next week's work done over the weekend, we can't afford to lose this client and you're my main man on the case. Please stay late if you wouldn't mind!"

Before Igor could get a word in, his boss hung up.

Igor had been rather productive today, so he was surprised when he found himself trying to calculate how to get all of the work lined up for the next week done over the weekend. His head must have imagined it was hit by a bus for a moment. It would mean a lot more coffee, a lot less sleep, and maybe he would order take out from the salad place. He'd hated the salad place for a time, but his boss had taken them often enough that he learned to like the smokey salmon with miso ginger dressing well enough to eat the spinach, beets, and mushrooms that came with it.

By the time evening came, Igor went home, despite considering if he should keep working. He fell asleep on the couch soon after walking in the door and then woke up to his neighbor's friendly "Honk honk honkkk!" they did every morning to greet him. He glumly got up, made eggs, made coffee, and got on with the day.

He was fully alone in the office until lunch and decided to walk to the salad place, since maybe the nice young gal with the glasses was there. She had brought a slight smile to his face once or twice, despite looking just as miserable as he somehow.

As Igor walked over he noticed a family walking with their dog and cat. It was an adorable sight. Then he noticed through the window that his salad girl was there. No customers either. She just stood at the counter awaiting the day.

Igor walked in, glumly ordered his salad, doing his best to manifest a purely draining energy to fully activate the power. Then he saw her eyes light up. She seemed happy to see him.

She was the one to prepare his salad. She looked younger today as well. Normally he'd imagined she probably had a small family of her own back home, but she looked particularly...lively today.

"Mr. Igor!" she said. "Welcome, welcome. The usual then?" she asked, with a renewed vibrancy in her eyes.

"Oh come on, Igor, don't give me that pouting look, you're a good man. I've seen you walking into the office today. Only the best of men dare work on a Saturday just to keep the earth spinning."

His mouth threatened to turn into a smile again, but it sunk down. He wouldn't dare take this joy away from her. His power must continue to have its way with this wonderfully happy sad planet.

But then she gave him an extra piece of salmon. That was unexpected. Usually everyone just talked a good talk, no one ever actually did anything for him.

"Igor," she said, as he turned to walk away with his lovely salad. Back to the office.

"Please stay," she pleaded. "I have something to tell you."

Back to the office... his brain said. But she said...to stay. So he must, right? He must stay and please her even if it would cost him sleep later on.

"Igor, let me sit down with you today!" she said as she dashed over from behind the counter. "Oh, I was hoping you came in today. Saturday's are the only day my boss isn't here. It's the only day I can get away and enjoy myself here."

Igor squinted at her. Then he truly narrowed his gaze.

Was this girl acting as if she wasn't truly happy all of the time? She had a dilemma with her boss? It wasn't possible. Only he was permitted misery in this world. It was his curse, his burden to bear for humanity.

She handed him a cookie. One of two. "I know cookies aren't the best for you, and you always eat so healthy, but, maybe?" she asked. "We actually bake 'em fresh daily, they're surprisingly good for a salad place."

He said nothing, but look at the cookie.

"Oh," she said reading something in his look. "Do you not like chocolate chip? I can get you oatmeal."

"Ms. Lisa," Igor said slowly. "You aren't usually...like, this." he said as he gestured to her. "What's changed?"

Lisa looked down into her hands as she munched on a bit of her cookie. She swallowed.

"That's what I wanted to tell you about," she said. "I've sort of been...I'm terribly sorry, by the way. I know it's awful. But I followed you home one day. I had to know where you lived. I thought there must be something terrible going on at home. No one is as sad as you, Sir," she said shyly.

"But no, it was just you. You and that sad sad garden of yours."

Igor's eyes lit up a bit. Then they lit up a bit more.

"The flowers," he whispered.

Lisa scrunched up in her seat and awkwardly breathed a laughing breath that said, "That's okay, isn't it?"

It wasn't that day that Igor started to understand happiness, truly. Nor was it that week, or that year. But after a lifetime, after a nest of kids and grandkids, Igor felt that he had found some measure of the stuff. And not a small measure, but enough to fill him up.

When the world began to return to normal, Igor had quit his job. He'd considered burning the office down to spite his boss, but he thought better of it, because somehow everything, even that wretched place, had led to her. The one girl who'd shared in his glumness amidst an uncannily happy world.

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Layers -> Lawyers fixed.

Well, the thing is nobody got permits to start mining the UK for gold for their coins. That's enough fraud and paperwork failures right there to throw the entire UK magical government in jail.

Now, there are magical people taking trains and doing whatever with counterfeit muggle money, etc.

Also, since when have countries just given their land to secret societies that break the laws of physics?

I hate my life. Better yet, I hate that I hate my life.

I still don't know if me being like this is a curse or a blessing. I mean, I'm glad that everyone is living in this huge happy paradise, but why can't I make part of it? Why do I have to feel so depressed?

Latelly, I just spend my days sitting on a bench, quiet as a mouse, watching as everyone else lived their happy bloody lives, while I, the one who made it happen, stand here, invisible to their eyes.

"Oh, Lord..." I whimp out into the ether, letting my head fall into my hands.

Maybe that was the reason. I didn't want to brag, nor did I want a golden statue or something, but a simple 'thank you' would've been nice.

"Are you alright, mister?" I heard a high feminine voice ask, but I kept still, thinking she was talking to someone else, until I felt a hand gently grab my should. "Sir?"

I shot my head up, looking at a beautiful young woman, she shouldn't been older than 16. She wore a school uniform, and looked quite worried.

I tried to fake a smile, taking a deep breath. "Don't worry about me, young lady. You should go, you don't want to be late for school."

She smiled widely, taking the liberty of sitting next to me on the bench and resting her suit case on top of her knees. "My classes are over for today. I was going home, actually, when I saw you looking so sad." She pursed her lips to the side, considering what she just said. "Why are you sad, mister? Everybody else is happy..."

I sighed. "I know they are. I made them so." I admited it, and was only after when I realized I did. "Don't take me wrong, but I just want to be left alone..."

With this I stood up, walking with no destination, trying to just forget about all this.

I was starting to stuff my hands down my pockets when I felt a few fingers keeping me from doing so. "If you made everyone happy, then why are you sad?"

I looked at the young girl, taking a deep breath and begining to walk again, taking her by the hand this time.

"I don't even think I know the answer..." I shrugged. "The world needs it's balance, I guess. For there to be happiness, there has to be sadness." I stopped. "And since everyone else is happy, someone has to stay sad in their place."

She pouted, looking at me. "Well, that doesn't seem fair... You should be happy too." She wondered. "You have an amazing gift, you should be proud of it."

I looked at her, faking yet another smile, and started to walk again. "And I am. Deep down, somewhere, I know I am..." I sighed. "Thanks for hearing me, kid. It helps. But you really should go home." And with that, I let go of her hand, and parted from her, thinking that would be the last time I ever saw that girl.

Or at least, that she would forget about me, over time.

But, apparently, I was wrong.

A few days later, after taking my usual stroll, I was going home when the same kid, and a bunch of other kids, stopped me where I stood. Before I could ask what was going on, they all parted from one another, exposing this kind of poster: 'take a walk with us. It's our turn to make you happy.'

I really didn't feel like it, but how could I say 'no' to 30 pairs of begging eyes? "Fine." I mumbled, and they all clapped and surrounded me. And we began our little walk.

They took me to various places, and at every stop, people would show a big sign saying 'thank you'.

This was getting weird, but I just went with it.

At the final stop, the girl I met the other day grabed my hand. "We made something for you in my school." She said, pointing to the school building and making some sort of sign.

Before I could ask what this was all about, she told me to look up.

From the windows, the teachers let down a huge drawing. And not just any drawing; a drawing of me, made with hundreds of thousands of tiny photos of happy people.

I felt my chin fall, not knowing what to say. "But... How... What..." I looked at the girl. She was smiling at me as she handed me a card, signed by all her colleagues and teachers. "Why?" I finally managed to ask.

She shrugged, looking at her teachers inside the school, who started cheering when I accepted the card. "I told my teachers what you told me: the world needs it's balance. But we all agreed that no one should be sad so that other can be happy." She giggled. "We have plenty of happiness, thanks to you, so," She gestured towards the drawing on the school wall. "we thought we'd give you a little of our own."

I looked at the drawing again. "Are you happy now, mister?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No." I mumbled, looking at her. "But I'm getting there."

She smiled widely and hugged me. I hesitantly hugged her back, looking at the card in my hand. Seeing all those signatures, and the drawing and this kid hugging me, a single tear ran down my cheek, and for the first time in years, a true, genuine smile pulled on the corners of my lips.

​

(I'm sorry for any grammar errors. English is not my first language)

“Face to face or in the books?”

Layers -> lawyers (twice)

They can probably eventually appeal that, based on incompetent counsel. I can see one of these where a world class Johnny Cochran type takes it on on appeal.

Since wizard locations are distinct from muggle locations, there was no jurisdiction for the muggle government in the magical realm, so taxes would only be due on wealth repatriated to muggle Canada.

They really would have been far better off negotiating as a sovereign entity for establishing diplomatic ties.

But that would have required non-idiots in charge, and this is JKR-land.

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January 1^(st), 2023, home

Happy new year,

didn't expect to survive this long honestly, not alone.

kinda wish Liam and Klaire still alive, would be fun to talk the whole night off while drinking that jack D we found on November at someone's kitchen.

Well, toast to you all, got to plan tomorrow's run.

​

January 4^(th), 2023, home

Klaire's 4th rule: follow and plan your escape routes.

Should've checked the back alley for blockades or stuff, I was lucky those things can't climb over fences (or unlucky, damn wire tore my shoulder, Hopefully I have enough antibiotic to fight tetanus)

​

January 6^(th), 2023, home

Feeling better, hopefully I did not get tetanus from that rusty fence.

probably I should get some stuff from the clinic, just to be safe.

P.s Remember to pack some food, these days feels like I'm getting hungry faster.

​

January 12^(th), 2023, CB Clinic

Writing journal helps they say, it calms your mind they say.

It certainly does not make those things go away from the building.

going to risk escaping this place tomorrow, starving

Note to self: Hide in cafeteria next time, not the X ray room.

​

January 14^(th), 2023, home

Liam, Klaire, why do you guys leave me behind?

Why do nevermind, shyt happens in life, got to go with it.

back to actual stuff, might need to check another clinic for more meds or smth that helps, My shoulder feels numbs and my head feels heavy these days.

​

January 17^(th), AC apartment

Rule no.4, rule no.4, RULE NO.4.

I think i an having fever. sleep

​

January 19^(th), A

Should've checked the alley, always check them.

nearly broke my leg slipping from that dumpster, i think i hit my head.

I'm not sure if i will write this journal in near time, they are near me, need all the sleep i can get.

​

january 23^(rd), 2023, MD Condominium

One can of chicken a day keeps the starvation away. (Still hungry)

Not sure if I am too hungry to move, or that rusty fence is giving me fever, body is weak.

Hopefully the main door can hold out.

​

Jan 24 2023 MD Condo

Something is wrong

I can't feel my shoulder

fevers high

hungry

canned tuna mayo didn't help

​

Jan

I think i am finished.

should've remembered how to treat tetanus.

should;ve gotten that jab back in hs

should've remembered rule no.4

Should've listend to Klaire

at least i'm not eaten alive

not like them

I'm sorry

​

Jan something

If anyone find this book, go check XX Apartment, unit XV, take whatever you need from my place.

take the Jack d too

My name is Russell, and friend of Liam and Klaire.

(If i survived, i should remove this)

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