Glass (Travis)

This is for a variety of reasons. Glass is expensive, it breaking means someone has to pay to fix it. Or else someone could slip, and then maybe let out a singular, joyless laugh to deal with the embarrassment.

Glass is also important, it could possible be detrimental and upsetting to several people if the glass object cannot be used or seen without it being obvious that it is, in fact, broken.

Thirdly, Glass breaking means it's somethings or someone's fault. Whether it be a statue placed too close to an opening door, barging into someone's mobile device and having that crash to the floor. Even a cat knocking over a cup of coffee is an accident, so surely this is the weakest of the three main reasons why glass breaking is bad. 

And you'd normally be correct. 

If, of course, you were not the unaware soul walking in the dead of night towards the haunting sound of glass breaking.

The air is cold. Wind is completely gone, taking with it the sun and moon leaving nothing but overbearing clouds to spectator over the wanton fly that is so foolishly walking into the underbelly of horror. 

The street is silent, empty. Nothing cam be heard but footsteps and the mans own heartbeat thrashing against his ears, in panic, in warning. 

In fear. 

But that is not enough. This poor Leicester resident has forgotten the rotten, hidden knife within the third reason of why human beings fear the sound of breaking glass. 

He knows it was someone's fault, and he knows he must try to find the source. Out of curiosity. 

Alas, there is a saying about curiosity. 

Curiosity is a natural neighour to optimism and hope and there is nothing to be hopeful about this scenario. The man stalks closer, the roads wetter, the streetlights flickering, inconsistent, one good hit from becoming broken.

Like glass. 

It's not silent anymore. Low, guttural growls come from the end of the fog ridden alleyway. 

It's coming from a small establishment. Locked up tight, exterior all fine. And yet one debauchment. 

One of the windows has been completely shattered. 

A normal cause of broken glass. As should be expected. 

But the broken window is red.

The floor behind it is red too. Bathed in it. 

The low growls get louder. 

The man moves forward, timidly, inexplicably. Once again he's far, farntoo hopeful and far, far too optimistic. He assumes it's an animal, a fox maybe, he pleads with reality itself, curses his slowly, painstaking march to the window and gazes inside and is assaulted by a stench of red muck taunting the entire restaurant. 

He takes a breath of what he mistakes to be relief. 

Must've been some morons. Idiotic young people, vandalising a store late at night. Leaving the curious soul alone. 

He's incorrect, of course. 

He's far from alone.

Finally, the growl heightens loudly, to an animalistic, hefty growl. 

One step, another groan echoes out. Another step, heavier than the last. Again, faster this time. Again, and again, and again untio it's there. 

Amidst the pitch red background of the room, a large, inhuman figure beats it's lifeless eyes.

Covered in bloodied bandages, sharp scissors held proudly in one hand, with experience. 

As bile crawls up the man's throat and the sweat from his brow falls free: 

The Beast speaks. 

"☟︎♏︎⍓︎📪︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♍︎♋︎●︎●︎ ♋︎■︎ ♋︎❍︎♌︎◆︎●︎♋︎■︎♍︎♏︎✍︎" 

And the man turns to run, turns to do anything to escape the far too viscious and cruel eyes of The Monstrous Thing behind him but he slips. 

He freezes. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to shout. 

He looks down at his hands. The sound of quickened steps getting louder and louder and the man let's off a singular joyless laugh.

He'd slipped on some broken glass.

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William busts his large, obstructing figure though the too small door of the pharmacy, walking outside.

He dodges the shutting door with too much effort for a "Behemoth" like himself but the optimistic Leicester Resident behind him just shoulder it back open.

The stitches lacing William's forehead burn like dry ice. Every stare from the "pathetic midget populace" pouring another batch onto his twitching face.

Eventually William returns to his partner ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, who's still laying on the ground with his stained bandage covered outfit, amidst the morning sun.

It's nice out. Too nice. The sun burns down on William.

The Man makes jolly conversation at them for a few minutes as William tries to be snarky and cruel but is too busy opening the stupidly midget-y medicine box thing with his stupidly large fingers with the stupid tiny word-

❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ grabs the bottle and opens it nonchalantly, giving William a look that portrayed... nothing. Almost less than nothing.

William just growled and grumpily allowed gravity a small victory as he flopped to sit against the side wall of the pharmacy.

Eventually the jolly fellow is finished speaking.

"Anyway, hope you guys have a great day! Honestly? When I first walked into that Arby's, through the broken window, I thought you were some sort of monstrous, horrifying criminal!!"

William lets out a small smile at that.

"Not the 500 pound guy, of course. I didn't think he was some sort of monstrous, horrifying criminal at all."

William's head tightens more and his eyes look against the dirt once again.

The man walks away happily, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ giving him a regular wave goodbye, and then they're both sat on the floor again.

The man had dropped then off at a local pharmacists and there wasn't a single adjective or verb of noun in that sentence that didn't make William's unhealthy (but in a cool and muscular way) skin crawl.

Now William's mind was focused on finding a "cool and mascular" excuse for getting drunk and falling through the window of an Arby's. All the while trying to also focus on the match against DJF and Tsukiko.

"So... just to reiterate, we go in, I put Tsukiko's leg in a chinlock and then hold it for 25 minutes. Best case secanrio? She taps. Worst case scenario? Time limit draw.

That's a win-win in my book."

William mumbled, seemingly unaware about how blatantly incorrect that was.

"👎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ❍︎♏︎♋︎■︎ ⬥︎♓︎■︎📫︎♎︎❒︎♋︎⬥︎✍︎"

❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ says and William, once again, has no clue what he's implying. He's got a couple suspicions, none he truly wants to act on since the 7 foot cryptic is his tag partner.

But William's evilness in APW had been drenched in paranoia so far. Mostly caused by what "idiot" midgets and their idiot brain waves spreading out invading William's brain.

❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ was by no means a midget but he was still 30 pounds from being a super heavyweight.

❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ was just too nice. He'd helped William's bloodied glass wound when he should've known that giant, evil people's health automatically regenerate over time.

Just like in video games.

But William banishes the suspicions from his brain. He'd much rather listen to bigger body parts of his, like his thigh or his calf.

So instead he thinks of how he's somehow gonna get from New Leicester in Asheville all the way to South Dakota in a couple days.

He simply grumbles. DJF and Tsukiko are both smaller than cockroaches so he's not too worried.

❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ pulls out his notebook and pen from somewhere, and then looks up.

"You know what's the worst part about DJF?

His name's Dakota, but he's not even from Dakota. He's from Brownsville! Dang Jesting FrickoPieceOfHorseShit.

Heh.. who's name is even Dakota anyway?

.....fucking Canadians..."

William stands up and starts aggressively walking around, achieving nothing.

❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ starts writing.

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13th June 2020

Salutations. That's a big word for hello.

I'm in a fairly good mood. Me being the wrestler Travis, from APW. VBS won their last match but count out. Was a screwy win but I'm fine with that. The streak is back!!!

3's enough exclamation marks, I think.

I'm kinda getting into my role as a jerk, evil guy. I'm trying to be like William all angry and arrogant, but I don't really have the intensity just yet.

William's been very, very angry lately. That's his thing but I don't fully think it's a "good" angry.

Sometimes I try to cheer him up. I said "hey let's go to the Zoo" but he didn't understand me. Because I speak Wingdings. I didn't have enough money for the Zoo and it was probably shut but I'm trying.

I've also been trying to focus on our match against DJF and Tsukiko, since William forgot the latter exists.

Tsukiko's won the junior heavyweight title a couple of times but as a Very Big Supervillain, I can't really respect that. Goes against my team's stance. My partner's stance.

I would say something like "I would go for a Senior Heavyweight title" but that sounds corny. Plus isn't every championship a senior heavyweight championship?

Getting back in track, Tsukiko's had a rough couple of weeks. Lost to Breezy on PPV, lost the Fatal 4 Way last week.

You're a respectful wrestler, and probably a better wrestler then me but you're 5 foot 2.

I should've used an exclamation mark there. To emphasise. I mean, I could just do a line over their, over the dot.

...

I could, but it's too risky. Might but too close to the 2. Make it look like "but you're 5 foot 21" if the line is too close to the dot.

What am I even writing? Off topic again!

Listen, I'm not the most experienced fighter but William says being 7 foot and using Big Boots 29 times a match works and honestly?

William's kinda right. He's a good man, in my opinion. And you guys are stressing him out with your whole agile, rope springboarding.

Fox Lady and DJF couldn't be more different. Other than how much they both lose.

That one was kinda good, I'll have to tell William that insult.

But yeah, DJF is probably too busy getting drunk and then arrested and then fighting for Cruiserweight Tag Belts to be 100% for our match on Metal.

DJF's a wild dummy and Tsukiko is always ultra focused. That's an explosive combination, just not a combination with enough potency to blow up anything other than itself.

VBS are big dudes. Big Evil dudes. And, like it or not, you two just aren't really gonna be able to damage us. Strikes or submissions or whatever, you guys are simply too weak.

And that's the key factor. I may not be trained all too well, or experienced, but this is a tag team match.

Key word being team.

Team with a capital T at the start. Not just because it was after a full stop though.

The Very Big, Claw Hold heavy style works. And while you may be a Fox, I'm an Elephant Seal. That doesn't sound too cool but I'll explain.

May not move that much, I may not be that aggressive, but you guys just aren't gonna be able to hurt me. To hurt William the Behemoth.

You guys are in your way down, and we're on our way up. And you two are just gonna be two more flattened fools in the wake of VBS' great winners streak.

I realised I wrote "Very Big, Clawh Hold style" which is way too many capital letters. The Very Big kinda works cause it's my tag teams name, but the claw hold doesn't.

Whoops.

Okay William's walking away now I'm gonna follow him.

Okay, all done.

VBS streak forever! Unless we lose. Which I hope we don't. But we won't because we're strong and big. And Tsukiko and DJF are smaller than us.

Okay.

Okay, goodbye.