Aaron Gurung, A Story + Reintroduction

It was a cold, murky day today in Rockwell Town. The sky was all cloudy, and an hourly batch of light rain was summoned to dampen the grey, blocky ground. Puddles were created, but were crawling towards the drain to become one with the sewage below the street’s crust. The wind blew its best to keep civilians out of nature’s way. With nothing better to do in the past two days, this was all so boring and depressing.

A young man named Aaron Gurung sat at a bus stop, wearing a bland, black and white suit covered in a dark grey raincoat, with a roof over his head to block the rainwater from ever touching his shaggy, oily hair. Next to him was a pitch black briefcase, which was overruled by damp mud on one of its corners. Watching the phone he held, Aaron scrolled through its screen, switching from one clip to another. Each clip contained a normal sense of corniness. He didn’t laugh throughout each one of them. He didn’t even want to.

Fortunately and in due course, he heard the creaking of wheels stopping in front of him. He looked up to see that the bus had arrived in good timing. It wasn’t a double decker, but he didn’t care at least.

The doors automatically opened. Aaron grabbed the briefcase, stepped into the bus, and then quickly displayed the ticket that he paid for in his phone. After the bus driver nodded, the man strolled towards a seat on the right by the window. He sat down, sighing “What a day” in his bored little mind. He placed the briefcase behind his legs, and looked out the enlarged window. He could see the minuscule raindrops hanging on the smooth surface for a few seconds, before quickly rolling down.

Then, a hiss came from the entrance as the automatic doors shut. The bus began its journey to the next stop. As it moved, the outside scene changed again and again. At one point, he was seeing a brick wall with spray painting of words that wouldn’t make sense (there was a high chance that they were names but it didn't matter).

At another, he viewed a couple of buildings with shops at their bottom. One of them was a record store that sold vinyl albums that varied from the late 20th to the late 30th Century. Carefully observing that store in particular reminded Aaron of that one song: “Never Meant”. It was a good one really. He especially enjoyed the unique ¾ time signature it had.

The place wasn’t wholly filled with crowds. There were less people here, most of them were just sad people of all ages. He strolled through from street to street, and from avenue to avenue. It took another twenty minutes to get here, but now he’s here.

A small house stood tall before him - the entrance being a small, brick-red gate with a front door to knock on. Ambling towards the door, Aaron hoped that this was the correct house, and collected a bit of hesitation on his back.

“I swear if this is the wrong house…”, he developed a stubborn thought, “I’ll kick the guy's ass for lying to me! And I know I hate being lied to…”

He knocked on the door three times, and waited. The door unlocked and opened, revealing a blue man with a huge sphere for a head. He wore a grey shirt which heralded the word “Ouch!” vertically on its front, and blue trousers. He had a bit of a large carcass which was hidden well behind the shirt. His fingers and thumbs were fat and slimy, yet his neck and arms were moderate in size. The pupils of eyes were just plus signs, like the ones people would find in mathematics classes. There was no sign of a nose.

“Well, well, well…”, he said, smiling, leaning against a wall before letting him in, “If it isn’t Aaron the emo boy!”.

“Alien…”, he scowled, shaking his head, “Shut the f**k up! I’m not an emo, and you know it!”

“Yeah, whatever mate. Dynamo’s waiting for you in the living room. Come in!”.

Aaron barged past Byrd and stormed into the living room. Byrd disgustingly chuckled and snorted, and shook his head. He can’t get enough of him, can he?

Aaron opened the door. The room looked like what any other living room would appear to be. An average living room. He then saw a red-skinned alien with a cube for a head drinking his usual tea on the couch. The alien wore a white jumper with navy blue jeans that were slightly creased. He looked up to see who had entered, before realising who it was. He smiled and put his tea down on a wooden table.

“Ah… Aaron!”, he happily said, “You are right on time! How do you do?”.

He put his hand out for a shake, but he just stood there, denying one.

“Don’t do the small talk with me, Dynamo…”, he scolded, “You called me to bring you the documents, right?”.

“Yes. That I did.”

“Good. You’ll find them in the briefcase.”

He dropped his briefcase on the table, before turning around and leaving.

“Oh and uh… Aaron!”, Dynamo blurted.

Aaron turned around in frustration.

“What?”, he growled, “What is it?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? Even for a little while?”.

“No. I don’t see a reason to.”

“Oh, but I insist. Perhaps, a spot of tea should bring about a healthy conversation.”

“Alright. Fine. Do what you want.”

“Fantastic! I’ll go make some tea for you. In the meantime, my brother, sister, and nephew should have a nice chat with you!”.

Dynamo jumped up proudly from the couch before walking away to the kitchen. But before he could leave the room, he asked Aaron if he could have some biscuits. He refused. The alien gentleman then left, leaving Aaron to sit on the couch.

THE END

[image deleted] Fear. A haunting word it is, fear. Fear is the basis of every negative emotion and aspect, including itself, an influence towards all instincts and actions. Depression, hatred, anger, denial, madness, all birthed from the depreciating word of fear alongside many others. Everyone - and I mean everyone - lives in fear, even if they don’t acknowledge it. Those who have not come across fear shall face punishment from the monster who mastered it, who birthed it even. Some would refer to him as the Leader Of All Things Terrifying, others would refer to him as the Carrier Of Trauma. He is the Embodiment (God) of Fear, Aaron Gurung.

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