Super Lazy System - Chapter 23

The prophet loli look on unamused at the interaction. She watched the piggYis’ fly into the distant horizon, with a troubled expression. “What should I do,” she thought.

She was well aware of her helplessness in this matter. Since the moment, those things appeared nothing had gone right. She knew it, everyone knew it, yet they where all helpless. Only the almighty could perhaps change things, alas the piggYis’ were of his will.

This chaos had a purpose, and the prophet loli was determined to find it.

But before that, she needed to find a solution to the food crises. “Perhaps finding a solution to this problem is the purpose.” Her eyes flashed, “that’s it, it has to be.” She sat down trying to recall every detail she could.

…

Day of reckoning:

“Dear God, I wish pigs could fly.” A young boy of 5 sincerely prayed to the almighty, “also, it would be cool if they could breathe fire!” The boy added. He then sat up and went to his window, the sight of a red barn greeted his young eyes.

The boy lived on a farm, with his parents who worked as farmers. Since the boy could remember, the family kept a pet pig named bacon. The boy’s father was the one to jokingly name the pig. The boy never understood the joke though. He was far too young, after all, yet he laughed whenever his father brought it up.

Like all young children, the boy dreamed of adventure and magic. “What would be better than his best friend bacon gaining superpowers!” The boy’s thoughts were simple, yet he could never imagine the devastation his simple wish would bring.

…

Bacon the former pig:

Bacon was having a pretty average day. He was happily rolling around in his favourite spot of mud in his castle, unaware of the changes happening to him.

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Something suddenly stuck Bacon, he wasn’t sure what it was, yet it felt odd, unsettling even. Bacon pulled himself from his favourite spot… “Wait,” The pig thought. “No,” He wasn’t a pig anymore and he knew it, he was something different, something new.

Bacon gawked at the spot of mud, he couldn’t understand why he loved this spot so much, “It was just mud.” He thought. Yet, it once seemed so appealing, now the former pig felt disgust. Not at the mud, “Mud was just a thing.” Bacon inferred, no at himself for enjoying such a thing.

Bacon moved his stuffy legs, trying to rid himself of such thoughts. He approached an enclosure barred with high wooden fences, well high for a pig anyhow.

Bacon peered through the gaps in the wooden fences. He saw smaller versions of himself, huddled together. A thought came to the former pig, “why were they all smaller.” He never saw another his size. Hundreds’ of possibilities surfaced the former pig’s mind. Yet, they settled on one outcome, the house. What happened to them in the house?

Memories of the past started playing in the former pig’s mind. Bacon knew these memories were his, yet he felt as if he was viewing the foggy memories of another.

In one memory Bacon found himself playing with a bright-eyed human child with round golden eyes, the child would constantly try to ride him, but fail miserably every time. A man with similar features to the child would be pick up the child and reprimand him, “How many times I gotta’ tell ya, little fella, that ain’t gonna work.” The little human would shake his head and repeat the process all over again, only to fail miserably every time. Yet, the light in his eyes only turned brighter with each failed attempt. The larger human would just shake his had at the display.

Memories of the larger human flooded Bacon’s mind. One memory stuck out in particular. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy why Bacon, called Bacon?” The smaller human asked the larger one, “Cuz he be ‘bacon’ we ain’t eating.” Replied the larger human, while stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth. “Bacon we ain’t eating! Bacon we ain’t eating!” Yelled the smaller human.

Slowly the memories started fading away, like smoke. Leaving, Bacon deeply doubtful. “Bacon,” The former pig muttered. “Bacon, food. Me, Food?”

Bacon was hit with an intense desire to see the house. The pigs’ went there and never come back, Bacon wanted to know what happened. No, he needed to know. The desire burned away at him, and before too long Bacon found himself floating, better yet he felt he could control it.

Bacon willed this new sensation, to get him out of the barn and to the house. To Bacon flying seemed both natural and unnatural, at the same time. It was simpler to a growing a new appendage one day and just knowing how to use it. It was both unsettling and comforting, as if it was just meant to be.

Bacon made his way over to the house, landing just outside the entrance, where he remembered his brethren entering. Cautiously he entered the building, each step filled Bacon with dread of the unknown.

Bacon soon reached a room, and what he found made him quiver… with anger! A perfectly skinned pig! Along, with what he could only assume were cut up pieces of pig meat.

Taking a step back Bacon stood in horror. “Everything was a lie,” He thought. “He was food to them,” Anger filled bacon. Solely that anger turned into hatred, “Burn them all! Burn them all! Burn them all!”

Smoke started gushing out of Bacon’s nostrils, smoke that quickly turned into fire. Before he knew it, the house was on fire. Bacon just stood there watching… He amade no movement to help even when he heard the screams, he just stood there. Broken.

He was just food, why would he help them? The fire continued to spread quickly reaching the second floor, and that’s when Bacon heard it.

Just then Bacon heard the boy’s voice screaming in pain. He looked up to see the child surrounded by fire. Snot and tears running down his little face. More memories flooded Bacon again, memories of the boy falling, again and again, to get on top of him. Memories of him succeeding, only to seat his sights even higher. “Higher, indeed” Bacon mused.

“Fly bacon, fly!” The bright-eyed child innocently shouted. “Nooo!” Bacon screamed in horror, rushing to the burning house as fast as he could.

Alas, it was already too late.