ItsTheRoyalJester

Writers Jam 2025

Prompt: Anniversary

Word count not including prior: 2489

And Today

By T.R.Jester

           And so, I woke up.

 “Hello dear…” My dreary voice let out as it does every morning, but, unlike most mornings, the dear in question isn’t there. I take a deep breath, trying to remember where she could have gone this morning. “Shit…” I slide my hand down my face, nothing coming to mind. Great. Still no ideas.

The problem here is that this is the god knows what day in a row where nothing has changed. Every day I go to sleep, and wake up without the day changing, I’m stuck in a godamn time loop. No days forward, no days back. I’m guessing the blessed twists of fate put my wife hidden in my house somewhere, and I need to find her.

I head to the bathroom, not expecting to find her, but I might as well not piss myself while I do so. The bags under my eyes haven’t stopped showing up, which, you would think in a time loop I would have plenty of time to sleep, but my body disagrees. Same with my facial hair, all disheveled.

“Lookin’ good Victor…” I attempt to say without cringing at myself. I fail, but that’s not important. What is important is making sure she isn’t in here, so a quick check behind the curtain to find nothing but shreds of my sanity go down the drain. I go back to my-our room. Theres a bunch of clothes on the floor, as well as stuff that needs to be put in boxes and moved. I would do it, but being in a time loop and all, makes it feel pointless to clean, y’know? I tiptoe past all the clothes and belongings and go to the living room.

In terms of clutter, yeah, it’s not much better. The plates I need to clean can wait; she can be anywhere. I don’t know if she changes places every day, so I recheck some of the older spots, like behind cushions or in the jacket closet, but still, nothing. I lift every blanket on the couch, I try to actually put them up neatly, but eventually just toss them back. Some of our picture frames… They’re face down. Were they like that yesterday? When was yesterday actually… I reach out for one of them, but as I get close, there’s a knock on my door. I can’t. I don’t want to mess with the time flow of someone else, that or have to remember repeat conversations, it just sounds like a headache. I promise I will start talking to people again once I find her. The aggravation of all of this, I need food.

The dishes in the kitchen call my name like a siren from the bottom of the sink, but jokes on them. I have paper bowls and plastic spoons. I grab them as well as milk and cereal- I’m out of cereal. I grab oats and milk and put them in the microwave. The knocking gets louder. Someone is screaming something out there, but again, I’m not dealing with this. I just eat my oatmeal in peace and quiet. Well, as quiet it can be when someone is slamming on your front door.

 I-we don’t live in a large place, it’s a two-bedroom two-bathroom, so it’s time for the guest room. It’s the guest room until we have kids, anyway. Unlike the rest of the house, this one is pretty well put together. I don’t have much reason to go here besides looking for her, so I do my quick sweep. Closet? No. Under the blankets? No. Under the bed? Why would she be? Fucking great, another day in the paradise that is today. Might as well restart it all, maybe I’ll think of something in the next one.

And so, I woke up.

“Hello dear…” Another day, another same day. Is this loop a break? Some days it’s hard to find the effort to look. I go to the bathroom and look at myself again in the mirror. Why would I smile at this shmuck before me? What a fucking joke. I leave… but check behind the curtain again. Nope. Anything in the guest room? Let’s take a quick peak… and just my luck! she isn’t in there either.

Kitchen, I’m here. It’s break time- I quickly check under the table, and there it is! Nothing! Fucking hell, no. Today is a break day in the loop. I make more oatmeal. No reason to check if there is cereal this time, I remember now. I go to the living room and start eating. The knocks start again. The TV will drown it out. It’s a random sitcom; the main dude is trying to fill a hole in his heart. Get over it, everyone goes through some random hardship, at least you won’t have to deal with the same scenario over and over again… unless it’s a rerun. Oh god, am I in a rerun?

The knocking gets louder again. Instead, it… knocks on the windows. Huh, that’s new. I have the blinds down but still, it feels weird that there’s this break in the code. Somethings different about today. I get up, but I don’t make it far before I notice once again the picture frame face down. What are the chances she is under there? At this point it’s not impossible, maybe she was shrunk or something, I don’t know.

I lift up the picture frame, just a touch to see what’s under it. I look at what the picture is again…

I remember.

It’s the sky. Only a couple clouds, a tree providing shade on the happy couple enjoying its shade on a nice spring day. It was a picnic. We were sitting on a picnic blanket. God, I looked happy. So did she. Her hair was blowing in the breeze behind her, her long black curly hair like the storm that has my silver lining. Was it raining that day? Oh, no. I’m just crying.

Maybe I should have listened to my stupid self… Maybe I should just go to bed. Today was always a bust anyway.

And so, I woke up.

“Hello dear...”  How many times have I said that “today”? Fuck if I know. Alright, usual start. Today is the day I find her. I can’t keep living my life in a circle. Check the bathroom, behind the shower curtain, behind any crack I can find. I don’t bother looking in the mirror, he hasn’t changed. I can’t afford to care; I need to find her. One more “day” without her and I will go crazy, well, crazier than I already am. She will be here somewhere; or else.

Not in the bathroom? Fine enough, let’s check the other bathroom. Curtain, cracks, ignore the mirror, there is nothing for you there. I look in the kitchen, in every cupboard, in the dishwasher, in the oven, I don’t know what I would do if I found her in the oven, I just need to find her and have her here so I can break the loop.

Living room. Is she under the couch? under the entertainment center? behind the lamp? Nothing. Fuck. Fuck! I don’t have many other godamn rooms in this house for her to be in, and if she isn’t in the guest room, she’s gone, and I’m just stuck in this personal hell. I grab the lamp and smash it into the wall; the lampshade is a chaotic bend of wire that blocks the glass bulb from tearing up anything more than my hands. I don’t care if it hurts, I’m finding a sign. Every pillow I upturn is chucked against the wall, at this point im almost ready to throw the TV when my favorite thing in the whole world happens, that knocking.

“Go away! What do you want!?” I don’t care what happens to them anymore; there was nothing out there for me anyway. I might as well swing for the fences, right? And guess what? The knocking stops! Just for a couple of minutes, as I catch my breath from screaming as loud as I could. After just a sweet moment of peace, a couple of smaller knocks can be heard. They need to leave. I will make them.

I walk up to the door, unlock it, and pull it open to where the nob almost leaves an indent on my-our wall. “What do you wa- “The sun is blaring. I guess I haven’t looked at it in a while. My hands protect my eyes from the monstrous ball of vitamin-D as they adjust. When they do, I see Darel… My neighbor, a fifty something year old man that I used to hang out with. He has a deep brow, but even now I can see the horror in his eyes.

“Vic… What happened to ya buddy?” He slowly reaches towards me like a caged animal. I almost gnarl at him. He sees my hand is beat up. “Did you… You locked yourself up for like a week… the only reason I didn’t call the police is that I heard you tearing up your house every dang day.”

“E-every day? No… it was just today…”

“Well, Vic… You haven’t left the house in a week, and I have been hearing that commotion for about the same timespan…”

“A week? No, it… No, it couldn’t be.” He slowly puts his arm around me and walks me back inside. It’s all a mess; I can see him trying not to judge me. He winces at me with an award-winning “it will be ok” facade. He sees the picture frame turned over, the picture frame. My-our picture frame, I reach out for it before he pulls it back and looks at it. Even I can tell everything clicks for him.

“Now… I get it was the anniversary of when you and her… yknow…” I try to snatch the picture frame. He raises a hand in front of me with a finger held up like a stop sign. “But you have been rotting in here… When was the last time you left the house?”

“No, I… I’ve been stuck! I need to…”

“Let’s get you some food, on me. Just a burger or two.” He grabs my wrist before I have a chance to refuse and drags me out. My mailbox is full of magazines I have been meaning to cancel. The world outside… Once again, I see it. The sky is a little cloudy, like it could rain at any moment, but right now it’s not. The breeze is nice, I guess, but… I don’t know where she is.

“Hey… Darel, you said I was in there for a week?” He gets in his car, a small red one.

“Yeah, I didn’t know if you were busy or dead or what! I’ve been knocking and knocking, one more day and I would have barged in!” He pulls some bandages out of his glove box and fixes up my hand before driving down the road, taking glances at me. My hands are shaking like a fucking nervous wreck.

“It felt like longer… it felt like years.”

“Yep… That will happen. Days just start to blur together.”

“No, you don’t get it! Its… She was gone! I could have sworn she was just here!”

“It’s been a year… Man. You can’t do this to yourself. Here’s what’s going to happen. Ok? We are going to get you some actual food, I’m going over to your house to help you clean your shit up- “

“No. Darel, I can’t ask you to-“

“-And then we figure out how to get you some actual help.  Got it?”

“And what if today resets? What if I really am just stuck in a loop like-“

“Boy if you think your stuck in a loop I’ll bust down your door and then beat your ass till you see the north star, you understand me?” I mean fuck… I can’t exactly refuse, can I?  We get to some rundown burger joint me and her used to drive by when I would take her to work. I don’t think I ever went inside. Darel just sits me down at one of the booths, ordering us some of the greasiest slabs of meat I have ever seen. I try my best façade at not looking appalled when he just looks me down and says, “Eat ya damn food.”

“Okay! Okay…” If life wasn’t trying to kill me, this might… well hang on- ok, it’s a pretty damn good burger. That or the fact that I feel like I haven’t eaten anything besides cereal and-or oatmeal for what felt like a year. The burger is gone before it had a chance.

“Told ya!” He lets out a chuckle and takes a big bite of his burger. “Look, Victor… It’s been a year since you and her… parted… but you gotta start moving on, man, look tomorrow in the eye!” I can’t face him as he says this, I try, but the reality of what… happened… its setting in. “Hey! Eyes up here!” He snaps his fingers in my face.

“Ah! Fuck! I’m… I’m sorry, Darel. I feel stuck without her, and every time I think today's the day I’m going to find her, that something's going to change… it doesn’t.”

“Look, how about this, you can spend today resting or finishing whatever you are doing in your loop, and I come over tomorrow and I help ya clean, but only if you return the favor when you're out of your funk.” I try to laugh, and I do let out a little one, but anything that comes out of my mouth is overshadowed by his belly laugh as he slaps my back. I do put on my best impression of a smile, though! Its… well it’s something. The least I can do is give him a nod. He nods back and drives me back to our… My home.

And so, I wake up.

“Hello…” I turn to the empty spot next to me, but what’s the point in hoping something else will be there? I clean a path to the bathroom, picking up clothes and putting them in the bin. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror.

“God… I really do look like shit.” I take a deep breath. For the first time in whoever long, I try to look less like shit. After a quick shave, I give myself an attempt at a smile. “Looking… Fine… Victor.” The shower curtains… They call me once again. My instinct is to look behind… but maybe I should do some dishes. Especially if I’m getting company over. Today still feels like today, but it’s not as today as it felt. Fuck me, I need a drink. Or would that make it worse? Ehh, at least it’s something different. That’s all that matters, right? 

Hello everyone! I have a more in-depth explanation of what this is in the doc, but the TLDR is we didn't finish but we have at least something to show so here you go!

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*I just noticed that episode 48 of Humans of Halloween never went live, Ill upload it with this coming episode of The Ones From the Library, my apologies everyone!

T.R.Jester

Writers Jam 2024

Prompt: Showdown

Final word count: 3200 words exactly

The Loss of The Undefeated

“And once again, the undefeated champion, Valeria wins another duel!”

The emperor shouted out as the crowd of peasants went wild. In the middle of the Colosseum stands I, the tall, the strong, the amazing Valeria. I drop my arms to egg on the crowd and cheer for me more. Like always, they do right away.

“Haha! Better luck next time Man Bender”

“It’s Man Ender! I swear on Fortuna's name, I will best you one of these days!” I help him up, and as I do so, I see a nasty gash on his hand.

“No god can best me! Why… You can send Hercules himself down here to face me! I’ll even get you an autograph after I send him crying back to Jupiter!” The crowd erupts into more cheers and laughter, while there distracted, I lean in close to The Man Ender. “Hey, I didn’t get ya too hard, did I? If you need attention look for Vita, she should be in my quarters shortly after the match”

“This?” he whispers back, “No it's not that bad, I got my guy to bandage me up though, thanks. Good duel.”

“Good duel, Aulus, also sorry about this.”

“About what?”

I push my former opponent to the ground. He looked back at me with shock and betrayal. I shoot him a wink as he catches on. “Stand down you fiend! You lost! Unless you want to ask the crowd…” I put my hand against my ear, waiting for all my fans to scream my name like they are thanking a god for a bountiful harvest. My name can be heard from the entire empire as they shout for me, and only me. I grab my weapons off the floor and flex for my fans as I exit the Colosseum.

I return to my room and place my weapons, a Scythe named “Thorn” and a buckler named “Rose” on the wall near my door. After taking off my armor, I make sure no one is around, no adoring fans, no Vita, and no caretakers. When I’m done making sure the coast is clear, I pull out a small piece of cloth with a sickle on it and whisper “It's safe… for now”. A flash appears before me, and low and behold, the god of time, Saturn, is before me.

“Soooo…” He says leaning in close, “How was the match?”

I recline on my bed, getting comfortable: “Well, Aulus is improving, but not enough for me to worry. I did have to use your gift against him once or twice though.”

“Whaaaaat? You of all people had to use my divine power to rewind time… against Aulus?” He looks shocked and plays the dramatics. He fakes fainting on a chair with his hand on his forehead. “Is our unflinching champ, our unstoppable titan, my personal champion…” He pinches my cheeks as he says that last part. I swat his hand away. “Going soft?”. I Jolt up and point right into his eyes.

“You listen here Saturn, the next time you think I go soft, I’ll fight you myself and show you who is really the soft one here.” He starts laughing… at me? The nerve! I stand up and reach for my scythe, but he puts his hand over mine.

“We both know that won’t be needed, Val. I have no question about your ability to turn me into a puddle of divine grace and guts. I must know; however, do you remember why I decided to make you my champion and give you powers?”

“Yeah, it was to teach me humility or something. I mean a lot of good that did you, seeing as I haven’t lost a fight in years. Even getting challenged outside the arena is a cakewalk, they attack me, I rewind, and stop them before they land a punch. It’s great! I am undefeatable! Incredible! I’m like the god of war!”

“Minerva or Mars?”

“Both! At the same time!” I let out a hearty laugh and pound my chest. I feel a slight tinge when I'm done, I look under my shirt and notice I have a small bruise. “…Yeah, I won’t be beat.”

“I don’t know why you’re trying to upsell yourself to me, I already have my goals for you, my champion.” He picks up my scythe, examining it like a prized artifact

“Hey! Most people pay good money just to look at it!”

“And yet here I am, like I said to you before, my goal is to keep you humble.”

“So, you give me the power to stop me from losing? Real smart of you.”

“The gods work in mysterious ways. Don’t you have another battle coming up? I'll get out of your hair… but we will talk again soon. Don’t call me I’ll call you!” He disappears, leaving my prized weapon to fall to the ground. I spring to stop it from falling, putting me right next to the door. The same door that just so happens to open to reveal a smaller woman, carrying bandages and crushed herbs. She looks at me like I went crazy.

“…Hello Valeria. How was your match today?”

“It was um…” I put the weapon away and lean against the wall. “Great, thanks for asking Vita. It wasn’t much.” I start flexing my muscles in her direction. “I’m unstoppable as you know, a real Mars… or was it Minerva? Wait who is the god of war again?” She leans in and kisses me on the cheek.

“They both are, dummy. Now, where are the injuries? I need to work quickly, you're on again soon.” I take off my shirt to show her the bruise. She blushes for a second.

“C'mon Vita, nothing you haven’t seen before, let's keep it professional.” She shoves my arm.

“What do you know about professionalism? Weren’t you flirting with me just moments ago?”

“Oh, that? It was professional flirting. Still full of professionalism.” She applies a cold powder to the bruise. It hurts but I can’t let her see that. She rolls her eyes at me. I blush, looking at her take care of me, and advert my gaze. Subtlety, however, isn’t my forte.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. Oh! Before I forget, who were you talking to before I came in? I heard plenty of commotion from down the hallway.”

“Oh, that? I uh, no I was just giving myself a pep talk.”

“Uh-huh, and I thought you were unflinching and could take down Hercules and- “I panic trying to think of a way to stop this line of questioning, I kiss her right on the lips.

“…You talk too much”. She giggles and softly pushes me back.

“Stop it, you! One of us is actually trying to do their job!”

“Then give me the kiss of life to cure my wounds.” I lean in for another kiss. She puts one hand over my mouth and shoots me a mischievous glare.

“Let me finish this bandage. You're going to fight again soon. How about this, I’ll give you the kiss of life when you win, ok my warrior?” She ties up the bandage around my back and hands me the shirt I was wearing before.

“Can I get more than a ki-“

“I’m leaving. Stay safe my love.”

I kiss her on the cheek and watch her leave. I grab some grapes and lay back down. I try to drape the grapes into my mouth, but my nerves are causing me to miss. I eventually pluck them into my mouth like a commoner. The damned god has gotten into my head… But I know I am Undefeatable. I haven’t lost a duel in… I stop to look at my hand, I look at my fingers, going from my thumb to my pinkie, or rather, where my pinkie should be. I lost it ages ago before I was The Valeria… when I was just Valeria… Before I met Vita, or Saturn, for that matter. I Cannot go back to that life. I won’t.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” The emperor yells out to the crowd, “We have for her second match of the day, the woman who wields a scythe so deadly, she can’t tell if she is chopping heads or wheat! Give it up for Valeria!” The crowd goes wild yet again. It really is just music to my ears. I spin my scythe around and stance up. They eat it up as they should.

“And her challenger, an up in comer who has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” A larger part of the crowd than I would like starts to cheer for him, I look at him, he is more armored than most of the others that I face. He has a large axe in one hand and a Cestus on the other. He also has this helmet… it almost completely covers his face. I can't even see his eyes.

I don’t even hear the emperor yell for the match to begin before I’m forced to dodge an axe swing from above. If I didn’t have my helmet on, I would have lost some hair. I dash back and try to slice his chest. One solid wound at the match is over, that goes for either of us. He quickly grabs the blade of my scythe with his gauntlet. He pulls it in and slams my head with his, before I realize what happened, I notice that I don’t have a weapon, and his axe is at my neck. This is not how it's happening. Not like this. I push his blade back with my buckler and sock him in the face. I slide and grab my scythe from under him and aim for his heel. As I aim low, his axe comes down again, the unstoppable force that it is severs the blade of the scythe, leaving me with a glorified stick. He kicks me in the nose hard enough to push me back. I wipe my face… Blood? This can't be. My vision is going blurry, I listen to the crowd… It's silent… they are just as shocked as I am. Don’t worry fans, this isn’t how it's going to go down.

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” I stare him down. I know he is going to go for blood as soon as he can. He goes for the overhead chop again. I rush him and get close. I tackle him to the ground and use my buckler to start whaling on his head. I don’t let up. I can't. I got a taste of what this guy can do, and I won't let him do that agai- before I'm able to get past that helmet, he pushes me to the side and kicks my scythe out of my hand. As I reach for it, I already realized what I had done wrong. I took my eyes off of him for a second too long. He kicks my hand to the side and gets on top of me like I was. His Cestus is doing more damage than my buckler though. Before I get a chance to retaliate or block, I see one of my teeth fly through the air. Every time I try to block, he shatters my face again. Eventually, he gets up and positions his axe towards my gut. He reals his axe back, positions it over his head, and as he brings it down-

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” I know what to do this time. I have to act quicker than he does. The takedown worked last time, and I can use that to my advantage. The second I see his axe come up, I tackle him down again. This time, I stand over him, pinning that cestus arm under my foot, I start making slashes all over his body, anywhere that isn’t armored I try to make a wound. The second I start aiming for the legs, he grabs the back of my ankle with his other arm and pulls me to the ground. I quickly turn and kick him in the face and try to make some distance. It barely stuns him, but it's just enough time to get back to my feat. I need to take every opportunity I can. I try to take a slice at his head. He is looking down, the shot is perfectly lined up, this is it! I can see the blade coming down, time slows down for me, but not in a way that I control… As the blade was about to pierce his helmet, I see that cestus block my attack. Before I know what hits me, I feel something sharp hit my leg. He landed a deadly chop on my ankle with his axe. I go down on one knee. I look up at my enemy… The winner again… I stare up at him. The crowd is once again silent. I know that he wins this version of the battle. What can I do different? I have to keep trying.

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” I go for a slice at his arms. He hits me with an uppercut and scars my hand.

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” I punch him with my buckler. He punches me harder back.

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” I try to pull him in with my scythe to try to choke out his range. He then chokes me out.

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” Damnit.

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” Damnit!

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” Damnit Damnit Damnit!

I feel mentally exhausted. I have tried everything I can think of, I go in to attack, he attacks harder. I try to defend; he breaks me down. Again, and again. It's “…has nothing but promise! Its Neades!”. Those words have drilled their way into my brain. I feel like I have heard those words more than my own name. Every strike gets countered. Every dodge gets predicted like he can read my mind. Honestly, I lost count of how many times I tried this fight. Every time, I feel like I’m getting sloppier and sloppier… I don’t know what I can do. I barely can even hide it anymore, every time I see him at this point, I feel… Fear. I have never felt fear in another man in… what feels like forever. What is this? Am I becoming weak? Was Saturn right? No. I have to win. I have to win this time! Let's take it from the top.

“…has nothing but promise! It's Neades!” I ready myself, steel my will, or at least try to steal it from my own nerves, but something stops him. His axe stops moving mid-attack. I look around me, the crowd has stopped. The birds in the sky have frozen. I hear a faint chuckle.

“Like I said… I’ll call you!” I turn around and Saturn, open arms and ready to hug me… I take a step back.

“Saturn! What’s going on? I didn’t do this!” He slides around and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“I did, don’t worry. You didn’t mess up or anything.”

“So… What’s going on? Why did this-“

“I did this, Val, don’t worry. I needed to talk to you. Woman to man-God-me.” I take a step away from him, trying to figure out what game he is playing with me.

“Okaaay… Look. Unless you have a secret to how I can beat him. I don’t want to hear it right now.”

“I do have a secret involving this.”

“Wait… you do?” I almost fell over from sheer relief. My scythe catches me. “Well don’t leave me in waiting! Tell me!”

“The secret is…” I lean in, waiting for his every word. I can tell he is eating this up, but I can’t even care right now.

“There is simply no way you win this!”

Any look of Joy I had immediately drained. “What do you mean there is no way for me to win!? I'm undefeatable! I’m unstoppable! Im- “

“Going to lose… Val, I have checked every realistic timeline and in just about all of them, you lose.”

“Wait! Just about isn’t all of them! That means there is a way! Right?”

“In those timelines, he accidentally kills you and is disqualified, thereby technically making you the winner. And that’s ok.”

“What do you mean that’s ok?! I can’t lose! I have never lost before! I refuse to lose! I Won’t!”

“Val.”

“What would Vita think? What about the fans? I am your champion!”

“Val...”

“How can you be ok with me- “

“Val! It's ok! Just because you lose in most of the timelines… You don’t lose anything in most of those timelines. In most of them, you are still famous, you are still with Vita, and I promise you, you are still my champion.”

“But… Why?”

“Because it happens! I’ve lost before and I’m the god of time! You aren’t the lesser because of it, you are only human.”

“haha…” His words pierce me like… well an axe I suppose. “No wait… I'm not just a human. I have your powers!’

“And I'm still telling you ya lose. You gave it your best shot. Just take the hit, get a cool scar on your arm, and walk away alive.”

I pause for a second, Am I considering? No, wait… “I am undefeated… My reputation will be in-“

“How many times have you beat Aulus?”

“About three or four times now.”

“And he still comes to fight you, again and again, getting better each time. Take the loss. Ok? Trust me for once.” And like that… He’s gone. And the world comes back too. Before I realized it, I take a nasty hit in the arm from an axe. I look at the gash on my arm and realize that this is it. I ready a counter, but he puts his axe at my neck… and I know that’s it. Defeat. The crowd goes silent, but eventually, it's broken by-

“And here you have it folks! Neades is the first man to ever take down the champ!”. The crowd roars his name. It stings harder than the wound.

“Hey…” I look at him, he turns to meet my gaze. “Next time I’m winning. No questions asked.” Without making a noise, he nods and walks off the stage. I go back to my room to see Vita, I was scared of my opponent, but now I’m more scared to look at her, I can’t imagine what disappointment she must feel in me- She walks towards me and gives me a kiss. She sees the gash on my arm and starts applying medicine to it, I stand there confused. It’s the same as if I won, she watched the fight, right?

“Vita… I’m sorry that I-“

“You did great, Valeria. Be sure to take it easy for a bit, this looks like a nasty wound, you have to relax with me for a bit, ok? Doctor’s orders. Also, you have another battle in a couple days”

“I do...? Good.”

*Hey! This is just a heads up for all viewers that we are moving our upload time "After this coming page of The Ones From The Library" that will be 12 PM EST instead of 12 AM est. I hope this is more convienent for you all and if its not, ill switch it back! thank you!~T.R.Jester

Hey! first set of new stuff for Humans of Halloween for you all! 4 more uploads for you all! this is all stuff thats been up on webtoons but still, Happy to get new eyes on it! be sure to rate and comment so i know what you all think of it!

*Hey! Just seeing how all these work, I havent gotten any feedback yet from things on this side, so Im wondering what you all think! Leave a comment or something if ya like! Hope you all are doing well, and see you soon!~T.R.Jester