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"WHY DID HE LEAVE ME?????"
The triangular twink sobbed into his hands, much to the dismay of all the customers and workers of the unlucky bar he chose to torment. He threw his empty glass at a tall, faceless, slender man who was sitting about 20 feet away from him.
A bartender tapped the tip of his top hat. "Sir, that was your 9th beer. You're gonna need to calm down or we will kick you out." Bill fired a laser from his eye, obliterating them instantly. Another bartender who was standing behind the first one also got hit, but only sustained radiation poisoning on every inch of their body.
"NOBODY GETS MEEEEEE! I'M GONNA... IM GONNA..."
Before he could finish, something swung the door open with a loud bang, startling the fuckin uh yellow fellow.
It was tall, ominous, red, and tall. It wore a black cloak over its body, only leaving it's head uncovered. It should've been covered though, since it had a wide, unnatural hyperrealistic smile with hyperrealistic eyes and hyperrealistic spikes.
Bill stared in awe. "Who does this freak think they are? Steve Pineapple?" He rolled up his sleeves which he didnt have and walked up to the creature. "Who doethis freak thiin kyou is? Steve Piiiiineappleeee? Fuck?"
The entity tilted its head, something that Bill will probably recieve in the near future. In a voice like a broken ipod it whispered, "I am a being that goes by many names. I am God and I am Satan. I am euphoria and I am agony. You may refer to me as The Boiled One."
Bill looked around for hidden cameras. "What? WHAT? YOUUUUUUUWAT??"
"Calm yourself, my one eyed companion. I have no intention of harming you." Despite it's attempt at de-escalating the situation, this only made Bill angrier
"WHAT DIDYU SAY!?" His face was bright red. Or his body? He was red. "YOUTHINK!? YOU CAN HURT MEEE!? WHYAIY OUGHTTA-!"
He attempted to tackle The Boiled One but slipped and fell on the floor. He immediately started sobbing again, but this time, he was completely incoherent, intstead of just partially.
The Boiled One could read him like a book. He must've gone through some sort of divorce. They had expertly come to this difficult conclusion because they could hear Bill screaming about a divorce from outside the bar. What an observant sleuth this one is.
It kneeled down to get a closer look at the odd triangle. It could tell he had had 9 beers because of it's blood alcohol percentage powers.
"My comrade, I cannot in good faith leave you here. Us entities must look out for each other." It extended a hand.
Bill looked up at them. "I... I donn't nnneed your charity, ffffreak," they said between loud sobs. Despite this, he grabbed it's hand.
The Boiled One's smile grew just a little.