"Fuuu... fuuuu... those f*ckers... really gutted me out... huh, should've skipped breakfast." muttered the boy, gasping for breath, clutching his abdomen as his insides spilled through bloodied fingers.
His name was Nyx—a 20-year-old orphan just trying to survive in this brutal, uncaring society.
But if he was just a regular guy, you might ask, then how the hell was he still conscious with his guts hanging out?
To answer that... we need to rewind three days.
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"YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" shouted a young man, charging toward the cashier of a convenience store.
He wielded a knife, eyes wild with rage. The cashier—skinny, pale, and clearly not built for fights—froze in fear.
"O-Oi! Oiii!! Somebody stop that bastard!!" the cashier cried out, scrambling out from behind the counter and bolting toward the exit.
He dashed out into the surrounding alleyways, not daring to look back.
"You think you can sleep with my girl and just walk away?!" the guy screamed, giving chase, knife glinting in the sunlight.
Shocked bystanders inside the store could only stare, mouths agape.
The chase echoed down the alleys—footsteps slamming against wet pavement, adrenaline roaring in their ears—until finally, the cashier took a sharp turn and hit a wall. Dead end.
"Keep running, rabbit," sneered the man as he stepped into the narrow alley, blade gleaming.
"Who... huff... the fuck... are you, bitch? Chasing me with a goddamn knife first thing in the morning?" Nyx gasped, still trying to catch his breath.
"Rebecca. That name ring a bell, Nyx? Parentless Orphan?" the man spat, his voice dripping with murderous intent.
Confusion flickered across Nyx's face... and then it clicked.
"Ohhh! That juicy bitc—wait. She's your girlfriend?" he said, genuinely surprised.
The guy didn't need to hear the rest. He lunged, eyes bloodshot.
"POLICE! HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK! TURN AROUND—NOW!"
Several officers swarmed in, weapons drawn, pinning the guy to the ground in seconds.
Nyx collapsed to his knees in relief, breathing heavily.
"Thank god... I called 911."
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Apparently, the guy Nyx got cucke— ahem, arrested... had some "connections." Yeah, of course he did.
He was out within a day.
And the next thing Nyx knew, that same guy came back with a few thugs.
That's how he ended up in this mess—gutted like a fish, bleeding out in some filthy alley.
Time blurred. Nyx couldn't tell how long he'd been lying there, cradling his intestines like a baby.
His life—no, his entire existence—began to flash before his eyes.
He remembered the streets.
While other kids grew up in their parents' warm embrace, he was stealing scraps from dumpsters just to stay alive.
While they studied in schools, he was learning how to pick pockets.
While they enjoyed their teens, he was delivering drugs for low-level gangs.
Every ugly, broken piece of his life flickered through his mind like a slideshow from hell.
He stared at the sky—dull, grey, uncaring—before finally letting go of his abdomen.
There was no point in fighting. Nothing ever changed. Struggle meant nothing in this world.
Not for someone like him.
With a final sigh, he closed his eyes and muttered,
"Guess, life was... shit, from the very beginning...
She was juicy, though."
And just like that, Nyx's world went black.
His body remained there—lifeless, forgotten—in the cold alleyway.
[Ding~! Get up bitch, Daddy's here]
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[...WTF!!??]
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Author's Note — From the Guts of Nyx
Yo.
Still here? What, you like watching a guy get gutted in the first few lines?
Nah, I'm not judging. You've got good taste.
So hey, if you vibed with the whole "dying alone in a shitty alleyway while muttering about juicy mistakes" energy... why not stick around?
This story's raw. Unfiltered. Literal gut-punches and emotional ones too. I ain't promising sunshine and unicorns—but I can promise a hell of a ride.
From here on out, things get weird. Like, "a sentient System calling itself Daddy" weird.
So go on—hit Chapter 1. Let's see how far down this rabbit hole goes.
And hey... leave a comment if you liked it. I'll wallpaper my next hideout with 'em.
Peace.
—Nyx (somehow still not dead)
P.S: Yeah, this story? The chaos, the guts, the system sass? That's all from me—Clashercertified.
First book, first blood. Thanks for reading. Now go peep Chapter 1, or Nyx might haunt your fridge.