Chapter 3 – Everything

Chapter 3 – Everything

Crisostomo Residence, A Mabini Street, Barangay San Tisima Trinidad Malolos City 3000 Bulacan Philippines September 21 2032 4:00 PM

One day, the whole atmosphere was being surrounded by a sound of dropping droplets from the sky to the ground. Aaron was walking to go inside of the door. His body is shaking as he is twisting the doorknob.

He closed his eyes when he is going to enter the door. Papa, may I take your possessions?

Aaron goes through the door. He got almost fells to the floor due to a paper on the floor that he stepped on.

He picked it up and read it.

An announcement from Local Government Unit

San Tisima Trinitad Malolos suffered from a massive flash flood yesterday. We are inviting all of the residents to go to the evacuation area.

Confirmed, he looks around the house just to saw the furniture splattered around. There are some mud stains from the flood water on the walls.

*My little cosplayer boy!

The sound of a dripping water on the faucet was disguised by the drops of his tears. The strange voice is similar to his father’s voice and charisma.

Goes to an empty room with a various cabinets. Aaron open one of the cabinets near the door.

“Whe… Where? I spent my for… fortune for this!” Aaron bow down for a while.

He opens the another cabinet. Another one… Then another one… Then the final one.

All of these cabinets are lifeless. A storage that was full of shining costumes are now a tomb for his lost soul.

Aaron pinched his eyes to stop the tears from flowing and he move his right index finger that summons a holographic search bar.

“Kosupure Network”

1 Result/s Found:
*Kosupure Network (Application)

Aaron clicks the first result.

Welcome Back to Kosupure Network! A networking site dedicated for cosplayers.

A social media app launched on his interface. A feed that full of fellow passionate cosplayers.

He takes a deep breath while he flexed his right arm. Then, he clicks the create post button to type his overall rant.

< Your Account Was Suspended. >
< Recap: 1.5M Followers Lost >

Aaron stoods in the middle of his room, staring at the empty cabinets. His body is trembling while the AR screen was blinking. No costumes. No father. No future. No everything!

He arose from the floor with a shallow breathing and wide out his arms. All of his fingernails are sharp-pointed.

Out of frustation, his nails pierced through his clothes and tore it. All of the fabrics splattered around his room. Then his both knees fell to the ground.

“I born with nothing, I will die with noting! I earn but a one blink of an eye is one point for propability that I will lose all of it!”

There’s no one around the room except him, a full solitude experience with a dark corners as the light bulbs are low in power. The sound you can hear is the drop of his tears and a mourn.

A sudden flashback of a moment with his father play to his mind like an intrusive thoughts.

October 17 2029, Non-denominational Church in Mc Arthur Malolos Bulacan

A strange blurry vision takes over his mind. It’s a vision with a blurry colors and a noisy static sounds orbiting on his mind.

With a bare vision, he saw a worship team in the stage covered by a fog. A church monitor on the side is just a clutter image combined with a strange language.

The smell of the atmosphere is strange. Bringing an exotic plant in the church is rebelious but it seems that someone do an antrocy by bringing a flower with a calming, and charismatic flower.

The static sound was accompanied by his father’s favorite worship music. He saw the left hand of his father raised towards heaven.

“When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;”
-His father sang with the worship team.

The scene was changed. He look around the church, he saw his father besides him. An eyes of his father are reddish. Strange, there’s no other people in the church except his father.

“Pa, a… are you alive?!” Aaron wipes a piece of tears on his right cheeck.

He looks around again to approach someone in the superficial church environment. Turns out that his vision was right. Him, his father, and the worship team is the sole entities in this strange place.

Aaron raised his hands to the front of the worship team leader. He is a muscular guy, holding a microphone.

This guy replied to him thru the microphone’s speakers in the church. The voice was cluttered with a high-pitch beeping noise, but it’s still audible.

“Kid, I’m so sorry, this is just a dream. Capitalism takes away your light that puts you into a dim room.”

The leader goes down of the stage to approach him. A footstep echoes to the whole surroundings, giving him an unexplainable chills. The relaxing flower smell are getting intense that it cause dizziness.

As this guy approached, he puts his hand to Aaron’s shoulder, and speaks in the most gentle way. “Don’t stay in your dim room, chase for the sun!”

“AAAAH!” Aaron goes out of the dream and shouts inside of his room. It’s now a weird version of his real-world room. The lights are off, but there’s a spotlight from the sky pointed to him.

“Why me, lord?”

“Why these capitalists are doing great in life? But us who fight fair? We are the loser!”

“I curse the midwife that helps me to get pulled out from my mom’s womb!”

“Lord, I will do anything to retrieve the last cosplay gift from my father! This is the thing that are under my control. I cannot roleplay as you to bring back the death.”

Aaron is still not satisfied, he claw his hands again but now, he grabs more momentum. Right now, the chest part of his shirt are torned in full, exposing his skin.

“El Padre!” He shouts using his native language (Spanish) means father.

Using his aimed claw, he scratch his bed away. A piece of fabrics and cottons splattered around his room.

He scratch his bed again, and again till all of the layers are ripped off. Aaron closed his eyes, put his right hand on the remaining trophy he won from the international cosplay contest.

Aaron squeezed the trophy, shouting in agony. “This thing was supposed to be in shatter. But it was intact in physical form!”

His hands are shaking as he hears the crack of the trophy. It was made of gold, yet he managed to crack it by his willpower, veins are getting visible on his skin.

“I’m done! Curse Eichi! Curse my mother! Curse all of my friends! Curse all of my relatives for keeping me in this hell disguised as an earth!”

After some while, he opened his eyes and the spotlight was gone. Everything that was weird on his room dissappeared. But the pain was still on his soul. The pierced chest is non-existant.

Aaron arose from the ground. He goes to the cabinet. Before it waz full of sewing materials for has cosplay projects in the past but after the flood, there’s a few unusable materials left.

His chest was beating hard like he is on the bus that goes through the speed bump. Aaron begins to search for a thing that can pierce his skin in an actual life.

He founds a RTX 5060 graphics card that he is using to render some of his 3d printed cosplay props before. An edge of his eyesight is getting darker and darker. This was accompanied by a radio static noise even there’s no devices nor any gadgets on that room.

The lights on the room are closed. Everything is black, nothing you can see except the chirping sound of a firefly outside.

“AURGH! Eichi, get out of my sight, you’re a moroon!”

“Aaron, w… what are y… you doing!” Eichi shouts

You can hear a sound that someone throws a heavy object into a hard metal.

“Aaron, stop doing that! T… That’s too expensive! Just give the card to me so I can think better!”

Aaron stops for a whole, thinking that why Eichi needs the card to think…

“Eichi, you’re not supposed to stay here!”

A running footstep is the next thing Aaron heard and the mentol scent is going out of his room. A hot breath from other person is gone.