The System In My Head
Welcome to hell
. We have such a sight to show you!
Legend has it that when you are in a haunted place and walk through a ghost, you feel cold. Ben felt like the ball was going to freeze.but the people around him were still alive. 'Is this hell? Did someone give me hallucinogenic drugs?'
The sound of electronic music flared up as Ben appreciated the "New Age" decorations: a giant X-shaped cross with people tied to it, a bench with adults lying down and being hit, and a, an old man was tied to a hospital bed while shouting confusing dirty words. "F*ck your ass, you cumguzzling thunderc*nts! Basic gerbil-f*ckers sucker jizz! Bring that sniffer pickle over here! Where's Doctor Dildo Baggins?!?"
...
'Who owns this place?!? Clive Barker?!?' Ben did not stop to smell the roses in this narrow garden...Instead, he rushed at the fastest speed he could muster without tripping over the toy ****! 'Rescape!'
The youngsters were full of hope, but hope was the last curse hidden inside Pandora's box. Hell has many layers!
People dress from head to toe in furry animal costumes!
Santa Claus makes out with the Easter Bunny!
Adults with diapers sucking on pacifiers!
...
"Yeahah!" A middle-aged man was in an adult-sized cradle crying like a baby!
A woman came out and started breastfeeding him!
"Don't let that grow!" Ben shouted while running.
He turned the corner and thought he was safe when he heard the screams ahead.
Two men in leather clothes were strangling each other blue. Ben thought they were fighting and rushed to disperse it. "Hey, relax! Stop that!"
They both glanced at him, then each placed a hand on one of his shoulders. One speaking. "What's wrong? Want to interfere? We can make it a three-way choke and poke!"
Others chimed in. "Trifu*kta is rare!"
...
After a moment of confusion, Ben stepped back and darted away. "David Carradine isn't enough? You both deserve an accident!"
Ben gasped for too much running. "What's wrong with this barn? It's like a fucking maze!" All the panic movements caused him to get lost. There was nothing like a map around him and he did not have a copy of Dante's Inferno.
However, he did not dare to return to the zone he had passed through. Better a demon he doesn't know than those fucking demons!
'There must be a way out or a place to rest.' Ben has to catch his breath. During a rare pause, he found an empty sofa nearby and sat down to take a position.
*BBZZZ*
"Ohhhh!" Ben stood up while trembling. It's electrocuting him in the anus!
...
He scanned the sofa and looked at the small metal padding on the chair that he had not thought of before. "Nobody's safe here!"
Ben backed away from all the furniture, looking for a safe corner where he could rest for a while. He looked at the black walls painted with various unusual inscriptions with white chalk.
"I've liked you from the beginning."
"Epstein didn't kill himself."
Ben didn't really care and turned his back on it. He could only feel safe like this, with his back against the wall, an ironic and tragic fact. Even so, he let out a sigh of relief. "It's finally safe."
There was a cup-sized round hole in the wall, one foot from his head ...
In the corner of his eye, Ben saw the movement.
As when playing whack-a-mole, a beige sausage-shaped creature emerges from the wall. That's very loud...
Ben squinted his eyes. "Diglets?" He's turning pale. "No! GLORY HOLE!"
It was a glory hole! One with political bias and conspiracy!
With instinct, Ben threw a punch!
"YESHAAAHHH!"
As Ben ran away, the scream continued behind him.
***
5 Minutes later.
Ben hides in a large room behind a swing ****.
He heard DM's voice as the man passed from room to room screaming. "Everything! We got ac*ckpuncher on the loose!"
Ben relaxed when he understood that they did not realize that he was a famous bastard ... He now has a real secret identity. 'The percentage of my integration with the Batman mask has increased ...'
Dmnya. "He turned old Carl into skinny left! ...Be careful out there!"
Some random customer yelled back.
"Silence Steve! It's just ac*ckpuncher!"
"Yes! Hey c*ckpuncher, if you can hear this, you can hit my dick! I like it!"
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'This is not a place to live...' Ben moved rooms in a hurry. However, in this dark warehouse of major chaos, his mind became blurred.
When you keep your identity a secret, your true self becomes blurred. Who is he really? Ben's? The batman? C* ckpuncher?
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Does he serve justice or evil? Did he even make a difference? He doesn't know anything anymore. He was tired, very tired.
Justice is a cruel joke in this place. This warehouse doesn't need justice. Evil is bred into it, multiplied, regenerated. You hit one c * ck and 100 replace it ...
The darkness never ends...
Author Note: The next chapter will be the first R-18 chapter. This is your warning. In the future, I will place (R-18) at the end of the relevant chapter headings if necessary.
