Heyo~ it's Luccato-san once again! Sorry to the people who thought I got caught by the police for typical perverted actions, but that was not the case. I actually did try to update, but my ideas couldn't get flowing and a kept redoing my drafts over and over again. It was tiring. And frustrating.

So, as you can probably tell from the chapter title thing, I'll be going on one of those stereotypical trips to find inspiration! Maybe. I don't know. I'll be out in the middle of nowhere camping with my family and a few friends. No WiFi T^T. 

And to the students who managed to start spring break, I hope you enjoy it. 

Hmm.. now the story... I'll just throw down some random stuff down as usual.

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Short Story Title: To the Colorful End of The World

The boy lived what he liked to call a "gray-colored life."Everyone else tried to paint their own lives with different colors from his point of view and the boy was one of them. However, one day, he decided to change the colors of his life to a gray one. Not a bright red color that it used to be. Not as definite as black and white. Just gray. Plain gray.

The boy avoided other "colorful" people in his life. Impurities would not change the gray color much, but it would be bothersome to deal with such people. He knew as he used to be one of them. Isolated, this person was what society calls an "antisocial person."

One fateful school day, a girl he was somewhat familiar with attempted to give her crush a few homemade cookies. Burnt homemade cookies. Of course, any sensible man would avoid consuming those gifts from Hell. And those people are defined by the term "dicks" in society, The boy was one of them, or so he originally thought.

The girl's crush swiftly rejected the cookies and went back to talking with his peers. The girls of the classroom seemed to isolate themselves from the girl who miserably failed her attempt to show affection. The boy also was about to ignore her too, but he caught a glimpse of her face. Tears formed in her eyes as she hung her head in shame, holding her failed creations. To the plain boy living his gray colored life, this sight was...

Revolting.

His normal day-to-day life was disturbed by this horrendous face full of sorrow. Such a thing could not be comprehended. 

Soon, an alternative spark lit a fire inside of him. Something urging him to take the stage he once left and release all the pent up energy he had for the past few years.

Smirking, he grabbed the crying girl's hand and ran out of the classroom with her. The two ran outside and halted before the school gates. Confused, the girl asked what he was doing. The boy replied that he was just being the hero of his own story once again. He got sick of being an NPC.

Then, the boy forcefully snatched the cookies from the girl, and he began to consume the cookies at an incredible rate.

Food is food, was what he said. The girl asked why he would eat the burnt batch of cookies.

He replied, "I'm tired of seeing people suffer in this unfair world."

Two Years Later...

A couple was seen riding on a motorcycle across the bridge. The wind was cold and blew by as the pair raced along the ocean side. Eventually, the two stop by a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Surprised to have guests, the owner of the gas station asked, "Where are you two going?"

The two of them glanced at each other before giving the man a reply.

""To the end of the damn colorless world!"" They said.

Eventually, the two did find a vivid end of their world. However, that was the end of their world, not ours. Our world needs a fucking paint job.