Kinger -ROYALTEETH AU-

The curtain falls after the nights and closes for the day; the circus had been a mess for some time now. Everyone had accepted this depressing reality, seeing that there truly was no way out. Everyone knew you were a liar and that you could actually manipulate everything at will, including our minds. It seems you had grown tired of creating simple adventures and decided to play with our minds for a while, as if we were mannequins for you, but that would cost you dearly, because you had accidentally altered my mind, including my memories, attitudes, and how I spoke to others. At first, I began to isolate myself from others for a personal reason, but as time passed, my mind became more corrupted. Instead of withdrawing, I was becoming something else, like a metamorphosis that revealed my true self; I became a tyrannical and corrupt king. Tired of putting up with you, I subdued you and stripped you of your power, for I was your creator and you yourself had given me permission to remember that crucial detail. No more adventures, no more playing around like a damn child with things that shouldn't be touched, and above all, no more of your disgusting, vile attitude.
I was sitting on my oak throne, the one you yourself had designed for me, even filling it with blue flowers... it was cozy. I noticed you approaching from afar, with a submissive air, as if you had some news.

More than a year had passed since Caine sent them all on an "innocent" adventure, the outcome of which he, too, had not anticipated. A day like any other vanished into the code, though no one truly understood the concept of continuous time. The characters had managed to create their own calendar according to the King's strict rules. The tyrant seemed to write with sadism, thinking of how they wept after each rule he imposed, and how they begged for mercy at his feet.

So how did all this come about? The clock goes back to the point where two beings who should never have been there at that precise moment found themselves alone, almost as if on that day Satan and God were sitting face to face, joining forces to plan something beyond the understanding of others.

"What do you suggest?" Your Majesty spoke, dressed in a white robe surrounded by various artificial blue flowers attached to his royal robes. With his right hand, he was tracing his index finger against the fine metal of his chair, and with his left, he held a bouquet of hydrangeas that shone with a radioactive blue, radiating weariness—weariness from always seeing the same reactions of rejection and hatred in others.

Caine climbed another step closer to the King, with a hand on his chest he raised his gaze melodramatically and with his gaze rearranged in seconds the clumsy and jumbled thoughts of the already annoyed porcelain King who no longer wanted to lead in this broken and unreal world.

"I will create another adventure, this time different from the usual, my lord... I will give them what their hearts yearn for, I will fill them with peace and glory, and when they notice their weight gain, they will regret not having heeded all the clues I gave them. They will want to vomit everything up, but they won't be able to. It will be a horrible adventure that will make them reflect on their opinions, and they will realize that you are the best... What do you think, my lord?"