Chapter 4 - Out And About. Part - I

Mankind thrives on their emotions alone, particularly through their will.

The will to live, the will to earn and among all that Phillips was solely and tightly intertwined with the will for vengeance.

One that burns so strong that he would forego the whys and hows on his sudden perks awakening, even escaping his insistent needs, the serenading call of hardcore drugs that numbs his pain and with a little touch of his memory, the one where Mary showed him Phillipi, he then simply knew it was fate so he acted now in his thirst alone.

"Okay so that's that, perks and most importantly Aeyai and Phillipi... Hmm!" his little pointed chin rests on top his fingers, a tell he would always make when in deep thoughts.

"No questions asked! world!!... The badassery starts now.... get your popcorns ready cause here comes Phillipi!" stretching his short little body as he prepares for the door, his rather slim arms which reached for the high ceiling played a thin clothesline for his massive baggy black hoodie.

"And Rammus, Storm Jack... I'll claw out your ugly and frame your limb lifeless dicks on a wall.... a picture perfect display for all to see!! Mwahaha!!!" he proclaimed with eyes that stayed true and honest to his words.

Sounding rather grandiose, delusional at times and his now short stature pulling him closer towards the scale of cuteness also being a total goof in some moments but then a mean rambunctious pirate as the cherry on top.

Armed with a series of perks and a whole arsenal of precipitous erratical outbursts he was ready to set sail but just as he reached for the silver painted doorknob his phone rang a many beats, "Who's calling me in my revenge scene?" abrupt and coarse was his voice as his hands searched wildly for his phone.

"Well...fuck!" disappointed and annoyed.

His long loose baggy hoodie which ran down to his thigh, his thigh which was scot-free and the little set of balls: his chamber of secrets were too -hanging a tarzan freely on his little bushes of a barren jungle

Turning back, an angry child with no pants, he walked a tantrum, a near harrumph he had made from the door and thumping his feet reaching for his phone, which vibrates and rang a tune, "Hello?!" with his dubiously young yet still raspy tone.

"Oh hey little man! It's Paulie again.. can you get me Phil? like for real this time!!" Paulie sounded deafening even through the phone.

"Pants!" a world's apart immediate sally reply from Phillips, short and precise.

"The fuck is Philly teaching you hahah!.. Listen kid!... IS Phil there?"

"Small pants! get them for me... My beast is loose!" repeated Phillips.

"Ugh!!! I'm leaving him a text!"

Phillips then calmly moved his phone away, setting it up in front of his mouth, *Hmmmffffphh!!.....Fhaaaaaaa!!* taking a deep breath and as one would scream in a microphone,"IT'S FUCKING ME---"

*Beeep*

"THAT MOTHERFUCKING, DICK TEETHING, DUMB FUCKING PHEONIX ASS BREATH!!" alas his tantrum sang a song.

A drum beat of feet thumping and little arms flailing around his baggy hoodie and plentiful curses of never-before-heard combinations later he was yet again quick to be calm.

....

Unlocking his phone,"Pheonix ass breath??!! Hahah! that's a new one." appreciating his crafts, an inventor in the field of curse words.

He then surfed the vast internet for pants and shoes, the hoodie he liked for it was cozy, "Three hours delivery?! well fine... black in everything andddd ordered."

In the short hours of waiting for the delivery he completed his first quest while chugging down another filled flask of water.

<Notification!>

<Quest Completed>

<First introductory quest completed : +100 exp>

"Okay?" Phillips mused as he felt a surge of unseen energy course through him.

"Well that was tingly... but no other rewards huh?"

<Affirmative! Rewards varies Quest to Quest.>

"How can I see the rewards then?" asked Phillips, flipping his disfigured flask.

<REWARDS CAN BE VIEWED WHEN ASKED OR YOU COULD EXPAND THE WINDOW>

"Expand the thing then."

<Affirmative!>

"Andd.. what's my next quest?"

<No Quest is available at the moment!>

"Huh?!... Ain't it always chained??... shouldn't there be many many quests?"

<Negative! The probability in having a Quest is random both in kind and time.>

Phillips then remained quiet, doing his tell with his little fingers on his chin.

<THIS IS NOT A GAME!>

Aeyai broke his silence, to which Phillips simply replied with a narrow lidded stare to whatever his eyes set itself before it, 'Is this bitch reading my mind!'

An hour and a half past, Phillips spent doing nothing but standing in front of a mirror looking now at his new self, "Phillipi!" he muttered slowly.

"If I'm gonna go Guy Fawkes on this shitty world.... maybe letting Phillips die will be the best.. I'd hate to see Rich get caught in whatever it is that I'll be doing."

"There's no other folks that I care about.... maybe the lady downstairs."

"Hmm." deep on his thoughts then he awoke with a nod,"But maybe it's for the best.. a nobody dies making way for a storm to be born."

"Storm to be born.... Damn! I'm such a genius poet!" starry eyes, always quick to praise himself.

<ALERT!>

Like a straight man doing his job in bringing anyone back to sense, Aeyai's voice echoed loud, sudden and abrupt, more so than before. Intriguingly the synthesized voice sounded annoyed at her master.

<You have a new Quest>

<Quest : New Start>

<Type : Main Quest>

<Difficulty : Hard>

<Description : You are now Phillipi. Your old self was but a cocoon for the new body to rise. let your voice be heard>

<Rewards : +08 % penetration enchant>

<+ 30 stats increase enchant>

<+1000 EXP>

"Woah!"

"This one is hella detailed... I can see it's skeleton and everything!" smirked Phillips, a poke on the now complete details of rewards.

<NOTICE!>

<I don't indulge in jokes or idle conversations>

"She says! And you said 'I' just now, where was the illeis- or something," unable to jog his memory to remember, "Uhhhh!anime-ish, calling yourself in the third person thing?" his mouth curved wide in annoyance.

<Aeyai no understand>

"That was on purpose!!" screaming his hair straight and wild, his mouth now a black cave for where only utter annoyance dwelt.

....

Far away in the town of Lass-creek, a lady with extravagant heels -, whose every steps would incite thirsty gaze walked a massive set of shinning blue tiles, her bustling hips danced left to right, that was the flint for the fire of lustful men or even an eunuch.

The tapping of her heels echoed around the humongous place which was filled with cylindrical chambers of green fluids engulfing the many humanoids inside.

Tall, short, fat and thin some like potato roots and some with only a limb floated in place inside the chambers.

"The drugs are now on high demand.. as we predicted." the lady reported, with the lustrous voice as the night when Phillips seemingly died.

"Ye-yes this will do... No No! but Yes! I know, I know this maybe No! could be.. could be it... yes! this could be it!" a stinging voice muttered quick and as you would tell it waa from, 'A quack.'

A dwarfing old men dressed in simple white, a lab coat and all the jazz. Hunched over behind a small desk of silver that stood itself at the end of the many chambers, his balding white hair peeked over the table.

"Ahem!" the lady cleared her throat, while she bent a seductress curve to see across the desk.

"Yes..yess.. ye---" his quick little busy voice which was jittery like a fly suddenly halts as he stood a short stature, a scar on his right side lining across from the brows all the way to the cheeks, partially covered by a popping set of bulging googles he had on his eyes.

"Oh!! It's... Yes... It's .. Miss Baccardi!" his white overgrown stache moved in lieu of his muffled mouth, standing in place yet jittery like leaves and branches that danced in the wind.

"So.. as far as I know.. four are dead in Liendry and the rest are on their way.... any news on the other towns?"

Baccardi, a lucrative sight she was -as her thin slender nose ran a strikingly chiseled bridge across her slanted eyes which curved high as it would a man's played heart, a seductive glance to catch -astoundingly to add, for its many colors that seemingly hued from white to black with all known reds or purples or all in between.

"Yes--Yes.. no! not really because you're the first one... yes ofcourse you would be... because you're here!" chattered the muffled oldman, his massive long and grey hanging beard were strong curtains, a waterfall over his mouth.

"Andd what about these maggots!" she turned towards the many chambers.

"Nothing new... they still are living but no-one dead again.. hahah!" the oldman chuckled.

"Ah! whatever Quack!.. I'm off, I'm feeling low, I just lost a man I'd love to torture."

"Yes.. Yes.. I will tell them.. I mean ofcourse I would because I could.. yes.. But a question.. yes a question!?"

"What?" Baccardi hissed.

"What? oh what.. 'what?' to me!.. yes.. you see..." fiddling his fingers.

"The pills are they high in demand?"

"Ugh!" turning her head in annoyance for the question asked by the oldman was what she just started the conversation with.

Her high tied black ponytail whipped as she walked away,"Yeah! You might wanna get to working cause an army is coming up."

"Ohhh!! I know what you mean... yes I do.... my pills are ready.. Yes! that they are." uppity and jittery, an image of a man crazy in love with his craft.

....

An apartment, a door of varnished wooden brown was suddenly slammed open outwards, "Quest : New start!" Phillips muttered slow, lower his voice goes, his coarse lazy words lost all its treble.

"I am Phillipi!" he then roared a little kitten, his eyes, he blinked dumb and aloof with one knee bent above the ground -his interpretation of an extravagant introduction.

<Message! Master Phillipi misinterpreted the Quest>

"Ehh??!!" the world stopped spinning as he was halted by Aeyai. Shame was now his middle name.

Luckily however, his little fluffy physique allowed him a free pass on society who with closed eyes and lines of smile cheered at the little cute kid with glee - cute and not crazy even with his grandiose at full play.

"Oh! Name!!" he exclaimed quietly, getting now what the quest really meant,"Heard!!" he whispered with a nervous smile.

He shadowed and hide his shame with his wide oversized black hood, 'The fuck's you're all looking at?'

As he took his first little step from now a little black sneaker -Phillipi declared in a silent whisper, "Well then!! Phillips's dead so meet Phillipi."