Date: 10/18/2019
By pretzeling
I got new roommates in my apartment. The thing was, at my university, we were all the children of gods in some form (think like Percy Jackson but all gods included). I was not very powerful. However, my new roommate was the child of a very powerful Hindu god and she decided she didn’t like me. Weirdly she looked kind of like Ariana Grande. She threw glass at me one day when I was walking through the dorms to visit a friend. She said “Go ahead, tell the building manager. I want to get kicked out of the building so that I can move.” I decided to escalate the fight. Even though I knew I’d lose, I decided to taunt/insult her and run. I hit a dead end in the dorm building. It was a section of the dorms for students with cancer. I could see an emaciated looking guy walking through it with an IV pole. I ran the other way to a section of the dorm for the children of ancient UK and Scottish deities. She was coming at me in her god form, which was a little floating elephant. She destroyed parts of the building even as I screamed the cancer wing was nearby. She didn’t care though. Then she did things like enlarge my head to a massive size and shrink it back down. She did the same thing to my heart, enlarge it massively and shrink it back. (This was extremely painful) She tried to stab me with a small knife too but I knocked it away. Suddenly I came upon my other roommate who was visiting some guys in the UK/Scotland wing. Upon seeing them I laughed loudly and awkwardly, then begged for help. I wanted them to fight her with me but they didn’t know what was going on and just tried to talk it out with her instead. Things ended up with me lying on the ground holding her on top of me so she didn’t grab the knife again. We had both exhausted our abilities at that point, so I was only keeping her down by being larger physically. I thought about how hate and love were both forms of passion. It was weird.