Creation: I Am Azathoth

Aya Hirose took a deep breath, pulled the corners of her mouth with two fingers, pulled out an exaggerated smile, and said with madness and joy in her voice:

"Until later... I heard a voice, 'Do you want to know the meaning of life?', 'Do you want to really live?' 'yes—or—no'".

"It's like a traveler who has been thirsty for a few days and sees a puddle at the end of his life. I don't care whether I will get sick or poisoned if I drink this water. I only know that if I don't drink any more water, I will definitely die."

"Whether it's a god or a demon, if it can help me get out of the current hell, I'm willing to give everything for it."

"So, I chose 'yes'!"

"Afterwards, I experienced many horrible things. I faced the evil spirit with a severed head, ate a rotten and bloated drowned corpse, and fell asleep in a pile of broken meat..."

"I presented an excellent stage play to the God who gave me salvation, and He also gave me strength far beyond ordinary people."

"A lot of things happened, so I won't share them with you, teacher."

There was a hint of liveliness and coquettishness in Aya Hirose's tone, and said coquettishly:

"Well~ Anyway, Aya-chan worked so hard to get here? Teacher, are you not happy to see me again?"

"Ah. By the way, my lovely father is happy now, isn't he?"

"Father likes wine, I threw him into a huge wine jug and let him drink as much as he could."

"In order to prevent others from stealing the wine, I also sealed the wine jar tightly so that he can enjoy the wine alone with peace of mind."

"For those uncles who liked to tease and bully me, but they gave me food after all, I also performed a beautiful waltz before leaving."

"It's super pretty? Teacher, you know I've always been good at dancing..."

"Eh? Teacher, why are you staring at me?"

"Things are always sudden, and the reasons are added later."

"I only see you now, but I can't see my past despair. Don't you think it's selfish to hope that I will let go of my hatred?"

"How about, I'll bring the teacher's family and kill them in front of you, can you calmly persuade me to let go of my hatred?"

"Oh! Suddenly remembered, teacher, you have a grandson who is about the same age as me, right?"

Aya Hirose rested her chin with a finger, showing an innocent smile that belonged to a girl.

The teacher who was going to persuade her just now was already frightened, and kept murmuring:

"You're crazy... crazy, crazy..."

Wearing revealing clothes, Hirose Aya still had a smile on her face, like a scarlet rose that just bloomed, ignoring the teacher's whisper, and continued to ask:

"Ah, by the way, teacher, what do you think of my clothes?"

"This is the favorite clothes of those disgusting uncles. They change patterns for me every day... It seems to be called 'interest'?"

"Hee hee, Aya-chan doesn't really understand~"

Hirose Aya pretended to be an unborn girl, looked back at the group of girls who had bullied her, and said:

"Do I look crazy? But don't you think the crazy world is interesting?"

"Shall we play a game between girls?"

"Just choose from the jokes you made with me before, one by one... Let me think about it, which one should I start with?"

The girls who couldn't move were shedding tears and snot, and even a yellow liquid flowed from their lower body. Their voices were crying and begging:

"no no!"

"Let me go, let me go! Aya, let me go..."

"I apologize to you, I apologize to you, let me go, please, really, let me go."

"I beg you!"

"I don't want it, I don't want it! Let go, let me go, Aya!"

"Please, let me go, I was ignorant before, I was a fool, I was a fool, Aya... we are friends!"

"Please, as long as you don't play games, you can do whatever you want!"

Hearing that they were going to play a game, the girls began to struggle crazily.

They knew exactly what kind of game they were playing with Aya Hirose, and how terrifying it was.

After all, those games can make an introverted and shy child gradually become the current pathological appearance.

Aya Hirose tilted her head, and said cutely: "What are you afraid of? Don't you guys do this to me all the time? Let's start with drawing orthographic characters!"

This game is very simple, as the name suggests, it is to write orthographic characters.

Writing on the skin with ink that is hard to wash off, it is difficult to wash itself off after it dries.

Because the level of danger is low, but very entertaining and insulting, this group of girls likes to treat Hirose Aya like this.

However, before they breathed a sigh of relief, they saw Aya Hirose patted her mind and said with an annoyed look:

"Ah! Aya-chan is so stupid~ I forgot to bring a writing brush, but it doesn't matter, you can use this instead..."

Aya Hirose said apologetically, and took out a scalpel from her bosom.

Seeing the blade flickering with cold light, the girls almost went crazy, howled and struggled desperately:

"It's going to die, it's going to die!"

"Why don't you let us go..."

"Let me go! It's all them, it's all their fault!"

"Aya Hirose, you bitch! Bitch!"

When Aya Hirose heard their begging for mercy and abuse, the smile on her face deepened.

The afternoon sun shone down, but the thousands of people gathered in the corridor were cold all over.

They were like clients waiting in line for plastic surgery, and the beautician's name was Aya Hirose.

The beauty process does not use anesthesia.

As a result, the wailing of customers came one after another.

Crying, mourning, dragging, begging, howling...

All the voices merged into a beautiful song, and Aya Hirose couldn't help dancing again, dancing a bright red waltz...

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