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Natural order surrounded the city of Cikeron. A land for implementation, and for the
motive of others to succeed in their society. Ein, decorated in goggles and tattered, torn clothes,
trudged his way through society, most often at the bottom. His fingers, completely clutched
around a religious padlock left securely in his hands– as a signature duffle bag was connected to
I can’t let this go wrong, I mustn’t. They said if I get this right, I could be free from this
nightmare.
Ein’s face transpired desperation as he gripped the duffle bag strap tighter, a daze that
couldn’t be snapped. Within his dispiriting trance, artificial light beams slipped between the
city's walls and exposed pipework as a humid breeze blew along the streets. The difference was
that the darkness within these light beams would make such an impact on the eyes. Its wispy yet
distinct smell circulated between the stoned pavement until, of course, disaster struck.
“I told you, it wasn’t me!” said a man was pulled out of a nearby shop, bickering toward
A thorough inspection seemed to have taken place by one of the higher-ups within
Cikeron’s society, a mosquito, nine feet tall, heaved across an undersized man– wearing what
seemed to be a convenience store uniform. One of the mosquito’s multiple arms carried a
“I’ve already made my decision, don’t make me add this to your record.” A mosquito
“Please, sir, you have to believe me!” the man spurred out of control as he profusely
struggled to detangle his hands. The higher-up left no room to spare as he pricked every one of
his pores with bites, the velvet fingertips that the man once had were now drowning in vibrancy.
“We can discuss this further once we’ve arrived at the station.” The authority stifled,
them as they pushed their way through the city halls, leaving little droplets of blood behind their
trail.
The stagnant sensation ignited throughout Ein’s body as he observed closer at the
incident at hand; it wasn’t purposeful staring– he just couldn’t keep his eyes off the two. The way
authority wouldn’t even hesitate to hear the man out, whilst the man continuously begged for any
Ein’s eyes became a moth to a flame, tracing every little detail of the scene, leaving no
characteristic left for interpretation. Many others were in similar positions, if not, even more,
enveloped by the unraveling event. Some took photos while others couldn’t stop laughing at the
obnoxious shrieking. If only it was him instead of the man behind those cuffs, would he be
treated the same way? Ein’s thought’s trailed off as he continued trudging through the city's
crowd once again, dismissing the possibility of ever being caught again.
What am I thinking? Of course, I’d be treated the same way… I’m no exception to them.
Ein’s eyes narrowed as the creases around his stitched duffle bag became stifled.
Even within his pessimist behavior, his thought process wasn’t exactly incorrect; as
everyone in the city of Cikeron had no choice but to display perfection. Boys and girls would
spend moments of their days displaying forced generosity to not only get approval from their
parents– but from society as well. Forced behavior doesn’t exactly resolve into good behavior,
but rather the complete opposite of societal norms. The difference between these mortalitys were
The direction seemed to have taken place outside a local coffee shop within the city.
Ein’s croak embarked on a parade of exhilaration from his grandmother. She was a very
delicate woman, a woman of trust and unconditional love. Her teeth were not mistakenly used
but well kept. A grin that lifted the fat on the sides of her cheeks upwards, from her smile to the
way she’d say her words. She curled her lips as she pronounced vowels and her volume changed
drastically each time you got a chance to speak to her. A sporadic yet soothing woman. Her love
was exactly sweet, even to a sickening amount, some say she’d bring out a different side of
“My son, my baby boy!” Nana’s voice squealed as her arms folded around Ein’s trifling
figure, her appearance may not have made it clear that she was strong– but the shade of Ein’s
A high-pitched squeak was barely audible within Ein’s voice as a inconsistent shade of
purple cast across his body: “Nana– please– you’re embarrassing me…”
“Oh. Oh! I’m so sorry love, you know how I get,” Nana exclaimed, pausing at the
overwhelming interaction, she took a few steps backward to stare at him, resisting the sudden
Inbetween harsh sighs left dialing the conversation down for only a moment before Ein
spoke up once again– gripping tightly against the strap of his bag, “It's all okay Nana, let’s just,
“So, tell me more about what you’re doing Ein. What’s going on with your job?” A
grumble or two emerged as a sudden plop from Ein’s duffle bag hit the ridges of the pavement.
Different designated billboard lights illuminated the building above them, while clashes
had a tracking of how many people were within the building itself, the number of people who
left, and the designated counting of lower ranked civilians– a number one radiated a number for
this part of the chart. A fishy aura soaked the torn menus as each table was cramped together as
close as possible; from first glance, a closet was larger than the building itself.
Ein’s eyes squinted firmly, which was barely enough space for his pupils to get a better
grasp of one of the illuminated tags across the building, “Thirty years and older, still running as
Who would’ve known that the restaurant from thirty years ago would still be thriving
“Ein..? Hellooooo? Are you there?” His head titled to the left before responding,
An obnoxious exhale left Nana’s lips before she lifted her hand toward her grandson’s
“You need to pay attention more! Oh gears, it’s such a hassle whenever I have to get your
attention.”
“Anyway, from what I asked earlier– how’s been living in the big city? What’s Cickeron
“Oh, uhm…” A deadpan silence suffocated the air between them both.
If it hadn’t been obvious from before, Ein wasn’t exactly in the greatest place himself
when it came to struggling the path of Cickeron. As the big city wasn’t just nominated for being
one of the most highly developed governmental systems across the country– it shows the
singularity of being completely aware of their moral consensus program. Where the citizens have
to represent loyalty to the city, a shattering of mistakes could tear a gap within their society; Ein
“Everyone, stand still.” Leads of flashing light sporadically ignited the restaurant, as a
Huh?... What’s going on? Ein’s thoughts became louder than his surroundings in one
moment, and the restaurant’s noises went silent– it was so quiet you could hear the subtle breaths
of different civilians.
A stinkbug, quite larger than life itself, swauved into the once obnoxiously loud
restaurant– buzzing uncontrollably before searching through other people's bags, “We have
received recent news that several individuals with unacceptable levels have been seen within the
facility. This is a mandatory inspection, if there is any sense of leaving there will be severe
No, no this can’t be. No, I can’t be. Droplets of what was cloud residue stained the
napkins underneath Ein, it was unsure what could happen next to Ein.
The plan… What... What’s going on? A shattering broke in Ein’s voice, denial against the
truth of what’s happening as a sickening feeling weighs at the bottom of his stomach.
“Ein, what’s wrong? It’s just another protocol, you don’t have to worry about it love.”
Nana’s voice echoed within Ein’s mind before he jolted back to reality– staring directly into the
A thorough inspection seemed to have taken place by one of the higher-ups within
Cikeron’s society, a stinkbug this time, nine feet tall, heaved across an undersized man– wearing
what seemed to be tethered clothing within different gadgets. One of the mosquito’s multiple
“Please, you have to believe me!” Ein begged once more before realizing an infectious
problem– as his hands rapidly started to bleed out of control due to the mosquito’s bite marks.
“We can discuss this further once we see proof. Now you’ll have no choice but to follow
us.”
“It’s within our system to follow orders, sir.” The authority stifled, them as they pushed
their way through the city halls, leaving little droplets of blood behind their trail.
The stagnant sensation ignited throughout Ein’s body as he cried over and over for any
sort of resemblance of hope. The way authority wouldn’t even hesitate to hear him out made him
cower in fear. He didn’t have a single clue of what was going to happen to him– nor would he
A watchful stare consisted throughout the entire building, the same haunting laughter
ignited within the stares as spilled words loitered across the building.
I’m sorry, Nana. I am. If only things were different– maybe then,
I’d be recognized.