S&M Post Apocalypse

To the disappointment of the anxious audiences, there is no fear in Meph’s eyes. The heart trembling knocks and the voice filled with evilness only managed to pull his attention to the door. Nothing else.Meph was born with alexithymia. A rare disease even before the Magic Age. To simply put, he can’t feel any emotions. And fear, among other emotions, is a important part of human mechanism of self-protection. As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off.Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world.At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks.Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice.Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial.A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like

Gritting his teeth, Meph finished the job anyway.With the last gear falling into the correct location, the lock flings open with a slight click. At that one tiny sound, everything falls into absolute silence. The shaking of the door. The rabbit’s frantic shouting. The icy wind twirling in the room. Meph would believe the storm that almost took down the door was all but a dream, if it wasn’t for the very real pain that’s still burning his wrist.Never has he been so grateful for having alexithymia, if he could feel what grateful is—Sudden pain. That’s the real test. Not the question. A harmless shadow suddenly starts to burn would panic anyone. Anyone but Meph. He could feel pain, but his brain won’t shut down at it. He won’t lose focus or train of thoughts to fear, pain, or any old trick the trail knows.He WILL complete the trail. He was born for it, he knew.The rabbit is waiting right outside the door. He must be. Just like the first time. And now with the little golden lock drop

“How would you know if I’m Alice or not?” Figured out the puzzle real answer, Meph retorts calmly.The game is never about finding Alice. It’s about finding out that she died. But the Queen wanted Alice alive, so the hero needs to take her place. No matter what happens when they meet the Queen, this is the only way out of the current situation.Somehow, the rabbit’s skeleton face manages to deliver “frustration” without a shred of flesh left, at Meph childishly twisting facts.“You don’t look like her!” The dead rabbit is now showing human emotions, cornered by Meph’s ridiculous logic, pointing one of his skeleton finger at the posters.Human emotions is Meph’s specialty.Born an emotionless monster, Meph has spent his whole life learning what “normal human experience” is. You laugh when you are happy, and cry when you are sad. Such common knowledge that come natural to all kids, is hard for Meph to grasp more than any subjects in the school. He understands what insult is, but he can