The scientist who ended the world - Chapter 7：chapter 7

so I went shopping today. to end the world I have to be dressed in style. I mean somewhere else in the world there will be people looking nice so I have to look nice as well don’t I considering i’m the one who has the honors of ending the world.which is not an opportunity that comes everyday. now all I have to do is pair these cute new tops with some pants or skirts I have in my closet. it’s like the first day of school, you need to look the part or your dragged to the bottom, in this case, die like an ordinary person if you don’t look the part on this very special day. lunch time rolled around as I got ready to describe to you readers, how I make this wonderful gourmet meal. Kraft Dinner. first step, put the water into the pot big enough for just you and you alone. second, turn the heat on high and once the water is boiled, add the pasta and turn down to medium. third and final step, strain and add milk, butter and cheese sauce and shredded cheese (optional) and viola! you’re done with making a ten minute meal. now we have to eat and enjoy this wonderful meal and obviously pray for this meal if your family has religious beliefs. I do not personally have religious beliefs and that is perfectly fine, anyways we have to get onto a days work once I am done eating my meal and washing my dishes. making sure to put in as little effort as I possibly can just to annoy my not yet dead sister that shall haunt me in my dreams. chow chow big sister. sending love from earth down to hell.

*one week later*

today we are standing in Line for the wonderful new teleportation device that has already been invented but released to my lab for free because of how…extraordinary we are. yeah that’s the word. I don’t mean to brag but it is quite fun to brag I understand why everyone else does it even my not dead yet sister. jeez, I really need to think of a better name for her until she’s actually dead.i mean I could call her by her actual name but that would be boring wouldn’t it? whatever,i don’t feel like dealing with her name right now as I am very distracted and “excited” to an extent about this teleporter that is at my feet. in all its glory. beautiful and shiny, silver with outlines of gold, floating just a smidge off the ground which I have no idea how that is even possible but yet again, i’m planning on ending the world. I need to get through this phase of stunned and move into action. moving stealthily through the crowd only to get an elbow to the left breast. fuck you dude, that hurt you no ball ass hat. yes, I did just call some guy a no ball ass hat. deal with it. continuing on, I made my way through the last crowd of people with ease, getting my very own teleportation device and made my way home, careful not to let anyone see what I had. holding onto it with precision and care. once I reached home i realized I could have used it then and there just to go home from the lab. god I’m stupid. I notice that I tend to have these moments where I just cant think properly. it sucks being a sociopath and not being able to think. until I found the police knocking on my door after I put my device away. what the hell? why would they be he–, oh. oh yeah. my hopefully dead sister. if its not her then I am absolutely screwed. I open the door, already preparing the fake tears at the corners of my eyes. “hello, are you Kim Helena?” I nodded my head. “we regret to inform you that your sister Kim Abigail committed suicide last night. I am sorry for your loss.” I shake my head and let the fake tears fall down my cheeks. I take in a. loud gasp and ask them to leave with little to no voice. if I speak up i’m afraid I may laugh.