A Glorious Adventure Awaits | Writing Prompt #1

Glitchy Psychopath

Jamie walked towards me. As he did, he pulled out a knife. I struggled even harder against my restraints.

"Oh, calm down," he admonished. He slipped the knife between my cheek and the gag and pulled; the cloth promptly fell off. I looked up at him, shocked.

"There ya go! Happy now," he asked Onyx. He then leaned down and whispered in my ear, "just so nothing bad happens, you might wanna say what Onyx asked you to. And, judging by their appearance, you might want to do that right now." He straightened up and looked over at Onyx as he finished talking.

I looked over at them and could not believe what I was seeing. The only way I could explain it is that they were glitching. Think a video game glitch in real life and on an objective, actual human being. It was like watching a video with Antisepticeye in it come to life!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," I yelped in complete fear. "Hi! Hi!"

Onyx instantly stopped glitching and smiled smugly. "Works every time!"

"Did you have to do that," Jamie questioned Onyx.

"To be fair, I could've gone complete psycho and destroyed the poor guy," they defended themself.

"True," Jamie agreed. "now, untie him. Don't! Please don't argue with me. Untie him. NOW!"

"Fine," they skulked over to me and untied the ropes binding me. I continued to stare at them, wide-eyed, as they walked away from me. "You can stand up now, Michael."

By this point, it stated the obvious to say that they were extremely irritated. Maybe it was just from exhaustion (after everything I've seen today, it's impossible to tell), but it seemed as if their hands were physically twitching, almost like they were yearning to tear something to pieces. I gingerly stood up and untangled my slim, 6'2" frame.

"Holy shiitake mushrooms! I was NOT expecting you to be that tall," Grant declared. "How tall even are you?!"

"I'm 6'2," I mumbled still, understandably, shaken.

"That makes sense," observed Grant. "Also, I just realized you have kind of a British accent! Which part of England are you from?"

"I'm from Northern England. Rossendale, specifically," I explained.

"Onyx, please come over here and talk to us. And would you PLEASE put the twin swords away," Jamie carped at Onyx? "I know it's difficult for you, but can you not be a psychopath for about five to ten minutes, fifteen at the most? It would be greatly appreciated." To that, they stuck their tongue out at him.

"Ya know," Onyx mentioned, as they put their swords back in their sheaths, "I've been trying to count up how many times I have died, in total, and ........ I've lost track! I have died a freaking LOT! It's kinda funny if you think about it!" Onyx looked off into the distance, thinking; they smiled and laughed ever so slightly.

"I am so confused," I whimpered.

"Welcome to my world," grumbled Grant.