Conditional Reality

Toybels Illtot covered his face with his hands. His skinless flesh was turning black with the bruising. Why are you doing this? he said. We have a different moral code than you, said the fairies. I hurt, said Toybels. Please stop hitting me. The fairies groaned. Please stop hitting me, they repeated in a mocking voice. I hate my life. You’re mean to me. I’m going to cry. Boo hoo hoo. A red fury rose in Toybels. He reached out blindly and grabbed several of the fairies and began squeezing the life out of them. Their bones popped like toothpicks.

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