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3rd/(R)'s POV

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> OLD PIANO, TO BRING BACK WHAT WAS ONCE A HAPPY MEMORY. ALL HUNGER, JUST TO HAVE IT BACK. BUT ONCE AGAIN, YOU DENY IT. WHY? <

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""Jester. You don't need to fight this. It's all part of what the author wants. She.. he... they want us to be relatable in ways. Not sure why they picked it to be this way.. but they just did. Please calm down."" GOD said trying to help the white being. ""NO! They are just trying WAYYYYYYY to hard!"" jester whined, while pointing at the one who's suppose to be him. ""I dunno what's up with our Creator! Like- wtf. Pls, creator you need help and shit."" they said now in annoyed tone, then they were two seconds ago.

Ever since, Everett started his part time job; as a babysitter/'nanny' to raise money for others - he began to be late to school, ..and get called 'pussy' sometimes. But, it was only sometimes. Not all-day kind of shit.

He was kinda friends with Julian tho. When they both needed comfort; they comforted each other. It was more of a father-son relationship. Not, in anyway they were in a relationship. Julian was a jester, that needed no women or man, or anyone in the middle and out.

While, Everett was just not interested in doing what other people do. Yes, a bit jealous but he gets over it fast. But we are not here to talk about their relationships and all. It's Everett's story and on how he became; 'GOD'.

"I need to make this more interesting.. that's what I can only do." the being, only being around 4 feet tall, now taking a form of what they look like. but.. not being truly right. They hated how they look. 

""Goddamn. Let's just continue this tho. This version seems to be more of a twink then a daddy- this is shit is up and down. Why is that?"" 

Everett, being also late, it almost made sense on how them and Julian were friends. Maybe it always runs in them, because they were friends since 1st grade. Tho.. Everett is a year older then him, and should've been in 2cd grade when they meet. But who cares. Same grade, they are like- ..family.

And he wouldn't trade that. Tho, he is seen as a father.. or what people say 'mother' of out him and Julian. Common of that shit to happen. Oh, how they are together. 'Mother' and Son. ..Quite, stupid. Taking care, of a friend ever since they meet.

Everett hated his own name. It sounds like, a alien name. His last name, sounding of some criminal. All true, because his 'Father' and 'Mother' were those people. 

""All raw, ideas. All of these are raw ideas. It just happens. Just comes to mind, I write it down. From songs in a playlist.. it was how this went."" the 4'11 human being, said looking down at a picture disappointingly. Walking away from the picture, and small room they were - towards Jester and GOD. 

It was sad. It was stupid. Why? ..Why did people think he was also one of them? Yes, looking and smelling like a homeless person. All too sad, for someone who lives a 'nice' and 'normal' life.

 Everett "Uriel" Marshall, from two famous criminals.

No one would think, someone as caring as him. Would be the son of two, unhumans.

And so, they had to get rid of him. Damaging, him as far as they can. Using drugs, to make him more of a heartless bitch. 

Yet, they already had to deal with their sister's death, just a month a ago. Seems, like they are helping? No they are not. And with that.. they just had to be rude to them. Yelling, and shit like that. 

Even, just calling Everett.. "Eve". He hated it. And now, having his friends from, a place that is now being called "WW3".. dealing with them dying everywhere. But, his mother still cares for him. 

It felt nice, but it's not what he NEEDS. He needs someone, to care for him; for being him. Yes, his mother does that.. but he doesn't need her. She didn't care that her daughter died.

He hated on how he looked.. being called with some fucked up names. Now having, his best friend and girlfriend hating him. But he shit, he does is business. And with what he always know, almost everyone in his family line; as been in his place before.

Taking care of kids, doing drugs, and dealing with death of loved ones. It shouldn't really be rare for such a thing to happen. His family line, dealt with this. But now, they are just repeating it.

How he hated it. He wanted a loving family.

He wanted it to stop. 

The cycle should stop.

 He will stop it.

""Alright. too close on how i act. Let's go back to see on how, (R) is doing."" GOD said looking away, from all of this. ""AH AHHAHHAHAHHA!! NOWWWWWWW~ YOU AGREE WITH ME?? Such a j-joke!" Jester said, whipping a tear caused by them laughing way to hard - with caused them to stutter on that last word. ""But, yeah. It's been to long, that (R) didn't get any attention because a hoe, wanted to bring us into the light. And make fake backstories for us."" the being nodded.