"Grrrrggg grrg grggg!" Kaseki seemed to mumble. What was wrong with him? He seemed to have been choking on some liquid. Was his lungs dying? No, it could not be so. This wasn't Kaseki. This was his clone.
The real Kaseki was far away, running. From what? Even Kaseki didn't know. His life was like that. It made zero sense, he had zero time, even then we could never live the life he wanted. His mind was always broken, tainted. Savage Skull trapped the child inside of him. Savage Skull ate away at his youth. "Grrrrrrgggggggghhhagggg grg rggrgrg." It screamed in explanation. It knew its' time was short, it knew it was going to die. Only it knew where Kaseki was.
The rev of an engine, the whirl and scream of the tires. Sudden sounds, sudden roaring. A sudden light filled the alleyway of the clone. It was a truck, most importantly, an ice cream truck. "Now excuse me, friends, we have a job to do. Please move aside, for your safety and mine. I don't know how to drive." said the PDA of the truck. That was the real Kaseki. That was the psychopath. That was the plant man.
The headlights became the light at the end of the tunnel. Or in this case, it became the headlights at the end of the alley. In any case, Kaseki was coming. What he did, how he did it, why he did it that way, would remain unknown. Kaseki was a man of mystery, and his box was gone.
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