Stench

He wouldn’t exit the vicinity of my conscious. An area once capable of inventing intelligent intellect now possessed by a person! A man at that! A short span of time ensued since our last encounter, during which I had no capacity for productivity!

I closed my eyes, if only I could emanate the shadow that consumed...

I fell asleep.

The bright light of early day protruded through the glass areas of the wall. A loud noise ensued. I pulled my head up from my pillow and turned to face my window. A smudge of yellow lay before me... I struggled towards my glasses. As I faced my nightstand an ear-piercing noise assaulted my cochlea. A sudden course of fear coursed through me.

“KYAAAAAA” I wailed.

I covered my face (utilizing my brachia.) I was terrified... of course I was! Who would find breaking and entering through windows anything but? I looked up, the figure ahead belonged to the boy. He faced me, staring at me, surrounded by shards of glass, our eyes met.

“What the heck man!?” I wailed “Why the heck would you break through a window? That’s crazy man!” I wailed.

“... you don’t... like knocking on doors...” He murmured.

Destroying windows does more physical damage! I couldn’t present such ideas openly to him, distraught before me, he kept his gaze towards the ground, was he about to cry? I patted an area of my bed, located next to me, signaling for him to take a seat.

He was.

Sitting.

Next.

To me.

On.

A.

Bed!

I could feel the expression on my face twist into one of complete perversion. The entity... the one holding my mind captive... sitting right beside me! Finding joy in such was unique to me... My mind was often occupied with much greater feats... Breaking from my thoughts, I turned towards him. I opened my oral cavity to speak, my nostrils opened to take breath, relieving themselves from a lack of oxygen.

He stank. He smelt absolutely putrid. Stench emulated off of him. He smelt of body odor, oil, nasty feet, bad breath, dank clothing. He smelt worse than anything I had been subjected to!

“When... uh... was... the... last... time... you... uh... bathed...?” I stammered, looking away from him.

He looked towards me, light glimmered... well I wouldn’t have the capability to know, I couldn’t bring myself to face his divine gaze. He seemed to be thinking very hard. I also had to keep my mind occupied, keeping myself from gagging proved very difficult.

“Maybe... I think, 53 weeks ago?” He murmured.

He didn’t seem sure himself... but why so long? I sat, completely silent. I was sweating, profusely. The stench had me on the verge of death, I'm sure exposure, even a short span of time such as this would damage me.

“I struggle... washing my hair” He murmured.

I knew what I had to do... the act was simple... it will only take a chapter to complete... I’m sure! I needed to wash his hair for him!

“Heh~ Heh! HEH!” I giggled (in a perverted manner) I had the resolve! I could do this!

Through my joy, I gagged and vomited everywhere.