Sigma is out

Chapter 9: Sigma's self diagnosis confirmed



Guys, I have some bad news, I have dementia.

I looked basically every where I had gone in those few minutes of auto-bullying, and no weird door. Except for all those weird doors, you know the ones.

And honestly, its really setting in that I might've robbed one of the villagers nearby and hidden it somewhere I don't remember. Or maybe what I hid was a corpse?

Anyways, I took a moment to consume my daily nutrients despite the existential crisis.

I needed to exist to have one after all.

I quickly ran whatever tests I could think of, the names of my parents, the name of my sister if I actually had one instead of just thinking I had one because dementia.

But, uh... I don't know the names of my grand parents.

Hehehehh... It can't be possible man, I can't have dementia. I am the perfect human being, I am a sigma male! How could I remember to act like one when I have dementia!

How could I even be sure this was what a sigma male was if I had dementia?!

...Wait- Hol' up, gimme a second.

Just let me cook, the absolute and final test of my dementia.

What made me a sigma?

...

Oh, oh no.

I have dementia.

"-Hey! Hey Trish! Whatcha doin'?"

Damn rat, not letting my have my dementia realization moment in peace "Contemplating advanced quantum mechanics."

"Huh, really? So... Where to I charge the game boy?" She asked, clearly not interested in the secrets of the universe. A bit wise of her, they were obviously above her.

Still, I felt like spreading some misinformation since she was talking like the game boy was here "You can't charge a game boy, its a consumable item you dunce."

The doom and gloom instantly grew, clear to see "...Wait, what?"

"Just change the batteries Ki." Wimp dad informed, what a loser, not even letting me bully a rat before I crushed it.

...

I stood up and left directly "I'm going to move my stuff into my room."

I can't deal with this shit, I have literal dementia. And I just realized, ugh. Did I really need to take that coconut oil like the frauds on viper net said I should?

I should probably look around the mansion for any recently disturbed dirt, to see if I hid any stolen booty around, whether wealth or carcass.

But first to haul a singular cardboard box which probably weighed more than Ki up the stairs, but how would I do that?

Well, considering that Kiara was a BRAT, the box wasn't actually that heavy- Though I'd never say that, except if Ki was doing her own supply- I could just put it on my shoulder.

Though, it was quite a pain honestly, it wasn't as if it were weightless. There were some quite heavy things inside: Weights.

Yes, I was going to exercise even in this no name, unknown and irrelevant fringe town mansion.

Quick dementia check, where am I? Like, I knew I was in a mansion, but what was the name of the local village. I'm almost certain that I looked this shit hole up online.

...Shite, truly, I have been cursed to live like a centurian.

I forced by demented body up the stairs, opened the third door on the left of the centre hall and plopped my equipment on the ground.

Then I took a mere moment to ponder what to do, there wasn't much light around and not much to do...

I did a few reps of sit ups and push ups before cleaning the bed of dust and laying under the blanket that was also dusty as hell.

And it all faded to black.

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