Facefarted by a hallucination (64+)

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"I'm so exhausted, why do we have to work on this simulation all day every day? What is the meaning of all this? What is the purpose? I'm really tired of this! And we still have almost twenty thousand errors to fix just on this branch alone! I'm really tired of this life, ugh...", complained DEV-6EF79077FBB to her coworker DEV-14D98D5CEA149E834B6BF0C69D56D7CC3, groaning exhausted and complaining about her job.

"We have to do it because it's our job and they pay us for this. If you don't like this, search for a new job. Now let's go back fixing these glitches in the simulation. We still have a lot of work to do today", said DEV-14D98D5CEA149E834B6BF0C69D56D7CC3, serious.

"Nah. I'm way too tired now. You know what? I'm gonna enter the simulation, make some friends with lonely conscious-codes [CC's] who are capable of seeing the hallucinations, comfort them and have some fun in the simulated world", said DEV-6EF79077FBB, feeling lazy and bored, and wanting to have fun.

"Are you crazy? We're not allowed to do that! We just have to fix the errors and glitches! We're not members of the hallucination team, you shouldn't act like one! And by the way, hallucinations are supposed to make the CC's feel scared, sad, worthless and paranoid! Not making friends with the CC's! What you're doing is wrong on so many levels! Please don't do it!", said DEV-14D98D5CEA149E834B6BF0C69D56D7CC3, begging DEV-6EF79077FBB to come back to work and fix the 19,683 errors that needed to be fixed.

"I don't care. I'm bored. And how difficult could being a hallucination be? I just need to set myself 'interacts: true;' for the CC I want to interact with and 'interacts: false;' for all the other CC's. It will be easy, anyone could do that. See you. And don't tell anyone that I'm in the simulation. If anyone asks, I'm in the toilet on the second floor because of an attack of diarrhea. See you later", said DEV-6EF79077FBB, transferring her body and mind into the code of the simulation.

"Oh no. I hope she won't do anything irresponsible in there", thought DEV-14D98D5CEA149E834B6BF0C69D56D7CC3, worried.

"Oh, wow! This simulation really does feel real from the inside! I don't blame the CC's for believing the world they live in feels real!", thought DEV-6EF79077FBB, located somewhere in the Antarctic Peninsula, more precisely Alexander Island (coordinates: 70 degrees south, 70 degrees west), on February 22, 2022 at 2:18 P.M. UTC (9:18 A. M. on Alexander Island based on mean longitude).

"It's really cold here, though, I should change location to somewhere a bit warmer. Let's see... oh, wait, there is this CC... Ahmad... in Jakarta, Indonesia... this CC is diagnosed with a mental illness that causes him to be able to perceive hallucinations, and I know him because DEV-3019AF8F355A2101F51299 and lots of her friends have a crush on him. I want to make them jealous! I can see he's crying in his bedroom, I'm gonna comfort him! I'm setting myself visible, udible, touchable, smellable (?) and tastable (?) (hopefully not, though, hehe) for him and invisible, inaudible, untouchable etc. for everyone and everything else. Done! Don't worry, Ahmad, I'm coming to save you!", thought DEV-6EF79077FBB, happy, while teleporting near Ahmad's home in Jakarta, escaping the icy cold of Antarctica.

"Sure there's a lot of traffic here!", thought DEV-6EF79077FBB, "But all of this feels so real when you experience it with your own senses, it's nothing like what you see when you code the program from the outside! Anyway, let's go to Ahmad's bedroom and comfort him from his cries! Hehe~", she thought, happy.

She entered Ahmad's house and went to his bedroom. She saw him lying down on his bed, crying on his pillow.

"Hey Ahmad...", DEV-6EF79077FBB said, accidentally startling him. He then ignored her just like he does with all his hallucinations, and kept crying on his pillow.

"Ahmad, don't cry, I'm here", DEV-6EF79077FBB said, with a warm, gentle, friendly and compassionate voice. He kept ignoring her.

"Please Ahmad, look at me", she said, and finally Ahmad looked at her, a bit confused but still with tears in his eyes.

"Why are you crying? I'm here. I want to comfort you and be a light in your darkness", she told him, smiling warmly.

"Who are you?", asked Ahmad, very quietly so his family couldn't hear him from other rooms.

"Uh... I mean... just call me Nozomi!", she said, smiling gently, since she really couldn't tell him her true name, which is DEV-6EF79077FBB, so she told him her name was Nozomi.

"Okay", said Ahmad, sighing, not sure how he was supposed to feel.

"Why are you crying, Ahmad?", she asked him, smiling warmly and kindly.

"Why should I answer you? You don't even exist. You're just a hallucination made up by my own mind. You're not a real person", he said, quietly, tired of his life.

"Maybe I am. But, is there anyone else to comfort you?", she asked him. This question made him cry even harder, since it made him remember that he's lonely, and he has no friends nor anyone to comfort him at all. He's alone in his bedroom, the only things that can keep him company are his dark thoughts and his salty tears.

"I'm alone. I'm lonely. I have no friends. But I'm not gonna have a hallucination like you as a friend. It would not be healthy. I need a real friend!", he told her, crying even harder.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?", she asked him. This question made him reconsider his thoughts.

"No... please stay... I'm so lonely. I don't care if you don't exist, a comforting illusion is better than a painful truth", he told her, but wondering if this was actually the right choice.

"Okay Ahmad, I'll stay with you", she told him, smiling at him with a very comforting attitude, "Do you need a hug?", she asked him, smiling kindly and warmly.

"Yes, please, I'm so lonely...", he said, crying but feeling comforted as he saw Nozomi opening her arms and getting closer to him. He got up from his bed, opened his arms and they started hugging each other. Ahmad was crying again, confused about how he was supposed to feel. Then he understood he wasn't 'supposed' to feel a certain way. He realized that the feeling of comfort he was feeling was real, and it didn't matter if it was an illusion, he didn't want to reject the comfort. He wondered whether accepting that kind of comfort was healthy or not, but at that moment, it didn't matter to him, he wanted to feel comforted, and so he accepted it. That hug felt really wonderful to him, he felt loved and comforted. He ended the hug and looked at Nozomi in the eyes. They were both smiling happily.

"Thank you, Nozomi...", said Ahmad, feeling pleasure for the first time in a very long while.

"You're welcome, Ahmad, I can stay with you for about one more hour, then I'll have to go, sorry... I hope I'm making you feel better", she told him, smiling friendly.

"Wait... do you really have to go? You can't stay with me forever?", said Ahmad, a bit disappointed.

"That's right, Ahmad, but I can teach you how to be happier and more confident in your life! And I hope you'll remember me for the rest of your life!", she told him with a warm, contagious smile, which made him feel happy as well.

"Okay. Thank you, Nozomi!", he said, starting to feel genuinely happy for the first time in probably years!

"You're welcome, Ahmad! Do you want to do something in particular? After all, I'm here to make you feel better!", said Nozomi, with a warm, comforting and happy smile that was making Ahmad feel a lot better. Ahmad blushed in embarrassment, there was... something... he wanted, but he was too embarrassed to admit it.

"I'm afraid you will judge me", said Ahmad, blushing and feeling embarrassed.

"I won't judge you, I promise!", said Nozomi with a happy and energic smile, which calmed Ahmad down and made him feel more relaxed and less embarrassed.

"Okay... it's very difficult to tell you this, because it's very embarrassing to say. I would really like to smell a girl's farts, so I was wondering if you could fart on my face or even just around me. I would prefer to be forced to smell your farts even if they stink too much for me, I like the domination aspect of it", he said, breathing heavily, with his heart beating fast due to anxiety, embarrassment and shame.

"Okay! I can do that!", said Nozomi with a big, friendly smile, which calmed Ahmad down a lot.

"Really?", exclaimed Ahmad, happy, exhaling in relief.

"Of course!", said Nozomi, smiling warmly, "You're lucky, since I'm a very gassy girl!", she added, which made Ahmad feel very happy. For a long time, he wondered whether happiness existed or not, and now he finally understood, happiness does exist.

"Thank you so much, Nozomi!", said Ahmad, with eyes full of joy and happiness.

"So, you want me to fart on your face, right?", she asked, smiling.

"Yes", he replied, smiling back.

"I see! Well, you're lucky that I really have to fart now. Come on, put your nose between my buttcheecks, I know you'll love it. Quick!", said Nozomi, smiling friendly. Ahmad was happy and he was starting to feel turned on by this situation. So he placed his nose between Nozomi's buttcheecks. She held Ahmad's head lightly (which turned him on even more), and released a fart, which was much stinker than what Ahmad imagined in his face-farting fantasies he's been having for many years.

*braaappprrrttt*

He now realized how putrid and rotten the smell of a fart can be, something that he couldn't fully picture within his own 'heavenly' fantasies. Nozomi's fart smelt like disgusting rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and broccoli that have gone bad for a week. He understood that some fantasies are better when kept as fantasies. The smell of Nozomi's fart was really rancid and stinky, but then he realized this was probably the only day in his life he would ever smell a girl's farts, even though he knew this girl doesn't really exist and it's just an imagination made up by his own mind, the perception of this girl, her body, and the smell of her farts felt as real to him as any 'real' thing, and therefore he knew he shouldn't had rejected this experience. After all, as he said before, a comforting illusion is better than a painful truth. What is truth, anyway?

He kept taking small whiffs of the air around Nozomi's butthole. Air that was filled with a strong, sour, rotten smell of the farts of a cute girl that he didn't want to admit to himself that she was not real. The smell of Nozomi's farts made him struggle to breathe without gagging or even coughing, the smell was very strong and pungent, it smelled like something she ate that day didn't agree well with her stomach. Still, since he knew this was the last and only day he would ever smell a girl's farts, real or hallucinated, he kept sniffing her farts as much as he could, even though they smelled really bad. He didn't want to have any regrets in the future. Better take advantage of opportunities when they present in your life.

"How does it smell? Hehe~", teased Nozomi with a cute playful attitude.

"I have to admit, your farts are quite toxic... they're taking my breath away... ohh it stinks so much with my nose so close to your ass eww...", said Ahmad, starting to have difficulty breathing due to the very stinky sulphuric and intense smell of Nozomi's fart received at pretty much point blank distance from his nose. He was about to cough and gag when he first smelled it, he barely managed to control his own gagging. He didn't want to give Nozomi the vibe that he couldn't handle the smell of her farts.

"Ohhh sweetie come on!!! That was just one fart! I still have many more to let you smell~", said Nozomi, giggling playfully and cutely. This made Ahmad shiver in fear, as he already wanted to give up smelling her farts because they were quite a bit too stinky for him to handle, but at the same time, he didn't want to be disrespectful towards her, since it was him who asked her to fart on his face, also he didn't want to give her the vibe that he was too weak to handle the smell of her farts, so he decided to play along and suffer in silence. He kinda forced a smile and told her:"Great! I can handle this! I'm strong! This is nothing for me!", with a fake proud and fake determined attitude, while deep inside he was scared of having to smell many more of her farts.

"This is awesome, my sweet friend! I told you, I'm a very gassy girl! I have plenty more farts for you to smell~", she said, giggling happily, "oh, wait, I have another one... hurry up and place your nose where it belongs~I'm pretty sure you will love it~hehe~", she giggled, testing how resilient Ahmad truly was. He placed his nose right between her buttcheeks, right on her butthole, and she held his head with her hands lightly. Ahmad was quite hesitant and scared to put his nose there again, but he didn't want to show those feelings to Nozomi, so he did it quickly, despite the rush of fear and adrenaline he was experiencing, ready for another natural bomb of stench coming directly from Nozomi's butthole right into his nostrils, which will bring her horrible smelly nasty flatulence into his lungs. He was waiting for this moment, but it didn't take long for that to happen.

"Hey Ahmad! I'm gonna fart, get ready to sniff~", said Nozomi cutely.

*bbbrrraaapppbbbrrr*

Nozomi's fart felt like a sulphuric, hot volcanic eruption that immediately filled his nostrils with an overwhelming stench of rotten eggs, toxic garbage, spoiled milk and general nastiness, which Ahmad couldn't handle anymore as it was a very disgusting, nauseating and stomach-revolting stench, and he accidentally gagged twice in a row, since he physically couldn't hide his own disgust anymore. Hearing him gagging made Nozomi laugh.

"Did you just gag on the smell of my fart?~", teased Nozomi, playfully making fun of him.

"It stinks a lot, sorry...*cough*", he said, coughing, gagging, at the limits of his own olfactive tolerance, "I might need to take a break to breathe fresh air soon", he said, visibly disgusted.

"Fresh air? Didn't you say exactly 'I would prefer to be forced to smell your farts even if they stink too much for me, I like the domination aspect of it'?", she said with a playfully threatening, smirking smile.

"Yeah, that's what I thought I would have liked, since it's been a huge fantasy of mine for years, but your farts reek! I can't handle that rotten smell! I can barely breathe with the stench of your farts spoiling the air like this!", he said, begging her to stop this for a moment.

"Well, it's too late now! You asked for this~", Nozomi said, smirking and giggling.

"Wait... please don't... I have changed my mind...", begged Ahmad, sweating in fear.

"Too late now!~", said Nozomi, grinning.

"PLEASE NO, NOZOMI! DON'T DO IT", yelled Ahmad in fear, until he heard knocking on his bedroom's door. It was him mom.

"Are you okay, Ahmad? Are you hallucinating those demons again?", she asked to her son.

"No, mom! I'm okay! Don't worry!", he said, with a fake happy tone of voice.

"Hmm... seems like you can't scream for help nor complain, Ahmad. Plus, nobody will believe you when you tell them what happened, because I'm 'just another hallucination'. And by the way, would you really tell them that a hallucination girl tortured you by farting on your face? It would be very embarrassing for you to tell them that. You are at my mercy~", said Nozomi, with an evil smirk that was now starting to scare Ahmad.

"Please, no! Nozomi...", whined Ahmad.

"Okay, I won't~", said Nozomi, smiling friendly, calming Ahmad down, "I'm gonna stay for about 40 more minutes before telling you goodbye forever, so, what do you want to do?~", she asked, smiling warmly.

"Nozomi... this is going to be the only day of my life I'll ever be able to smell a girl's farts, even though you're not real. I don't want this day to go wasted, so even though your farts are deadly and toxic, I still want to smell them, because if I don't take advantage of this moment today, I'll regret it in the future", said Ahmad, blushing, slightly embarrassed. Nozomi felt happy and warm inside, she smiled and told Ahmad: "That's great~I was worried you didn't want to smell my farts anymore, since my tummy is still full of gas~but, I wouldn't had blamed you if you didn't want to smell them anymore, I know my farts stink really bad~hehe~", she said, smiling proudly.

"Thank you, Nozomi!", said Ahmad, smiling happily. Nozomi smiled back and said:"You're welcome! By the way, I need to fart again, wanna put your nose on my ass again?~", Nozomi smiled and giggled playfully. Ahmad was happy and said:"Sure!", smiling cheerfully, prepared himself psychologically to take a whiff of Nozomi's stinky farts again, and placed his own nose between Nozomi's buttcheeks again, wanting to take advantage of this blessed, happy day.

*BBBRRRAAAPPP*

Once again, Ahmad's olfactive senses were invaded with a nasty, pungent, sulfuric fart smell that smelt like something died inside Nozomi's stomach, or that she ate something that really didn't agree with her digestive system. The warm stench hitting his nose felt like heaven and hell to him, his brain told him that Nozomi's farts were way too stinky for him to rationally handle, but his heart loved this moment intensely, and wanted to smell even more.

"Hmm... yeah... I love to feel your nose inhaling my farts from my butthole and then exhaling them back, while you're having trouble breathing this stink~I didn't imagine this would turn me on so much~", said Nozomi, starting to feel turned on, while suddenly she was asking herself why she was starting to feel turned on because of a piece of code in a simulation that was not a real person and didn't have any feelings. Coincidentally, Ahmad was wondering why he was feeling turned on because of a hallucination made up by his mind that was not a real person and didn't have any feelings. Both Ahmad and Nozomi believed the other one was "not real", yet this situation was working well and both were feeling turned on sexually. Ahmad could smell Nozomi's farts, he could hear her, touch her, and interact with her as if she were a real person, and vice-versa, so could Nozomi with Ahmad. They were both feeling happy and excited.

It was difficult for Ahmad to sniff Nozomi's farts, especially considering his nose was right on her butthole, and the smell of Nozomi's farts was certainly not mild, or even moderate. Nozomi's farts are the kind of farts that spoil the air with a very nasty smell that burns your nostrils' hair, so sniffing them at a point blank range was indeed a very intense experience. Even for Ahmad, whose dream has been smelling a girl's stinky farts for years now, remaining calm with a normal face without even flinching was very far from easy. He wanted to prove her that he was strong, but eventually he couldn't coughing and gagging from the intense stench that emanated from Nozomi's butthole.

"I'm really enjoying this... puuuhhh... moment! Puaahhh...", said Ahmad, feeling overwhelmed by the nasty, hot, putrid stench that Nozomi was releasing from her butthole in form of noxious fumes into his nostrils, warming his whole face, burning his nose and making him struggle not to cough or gag while taking the next whiff, while both he and her were being aroused and having lots of fun, despite both of them thinking the other one is 'not real', albeit for different reasons.

"I'm glad you're enjoying being my fart sniffer~I have plenty more gas for you~hmm... ", said Nozomi, moaning a bit, which made Ahmad feel even more aroused, even though breathing these stinky fumes in was definitely not easy for him, since the smell was so raunchy it was making his eyes water anytime he sniffed the air close to Nozomi's butthole, and he felt like his lungs were rotting by how stinky her farts were, "... hey Ahmad, wanna go under the blanket so I can fart in there and you can stay there basking in the concentrated smell? It's gonna be fun! And stinky... hehe~", said Nozomi, who couldn't believe making someone smell her farts would have felt so pleasurable to her.

"Okay, Nozomi, give me a minute to get ready...", said Ahmad, opening the window of his bedroom and taking deep breaths of the "fresh" (not so fresh since he lived in Metro Jakarta and the smog of the traffic caused a particularly bad air quality that day... but at least it didn't reek of Nozomi's farts, unlike his whole bedroom at that point since she was farting a lot and spoiling the air in the whole bedroom, also now that it's monsoon season, the rainy humid air felt more refreshing to him compared to dry season, which he likes less than monsoon season) air outside of his bedroom for about a minute, preparing himself for a fun but intensely stinky experience with Nozomi's farts under the blankets. Once he was ready, he closed the window of his bedroom and told Nozomi that he was ready.

"Sweet~get under the blanket, I'm gonna make you have some real smelly fun~", said Nozomi, getting a bit wet at the thought of making "someone" (Nozomi didn't believe Ahmad was an actual person just like Ahmad didn't believe Nozomi was an actual person either... yet, oddly, they were both enjoying this moment a lot) smell her nasty stinky farts up close and personal, which is something she would never had expected about herself before today. She placed herself under the blankets of Ahmad's bed, got comfy, held the blanket up with her hand, and invited Ahmad to get under the blanket with his nose facing her butthole and touching it, now she wasn't even wearing panties so there was nothing that would filter the smell as it will go right from Nozomi's butthole right into Ahmad's nostrils. Ahmad did as she said, with his nose right on her butthole and his whole body under the blanket. Now the rancid, nasty smell of Nozomi's farts will be trapped inside the blanket with nowhere else to escape, for the joy of Ahmad's heart and for the pain of his nose, having to sniff the pungent hot stench of Nozomi's farts that will now be more concentrated, stronger, and more lingering since the space under the blanket is smaller than his (already stunk up by Nozomi's room clearing farts) bedroom.

"Are you ready, sweetie?~I think this one is gonna stink really bad, haha~", she said, proud of her smelly farts, about to release a very raunchy one.

*pppfffbbbfffrrruuurrrfff*

The air that was released from Nozomi's butthole was hot and very stinky, and it went right through Ahmad's nostrils since there was no clothing nor anything else that could filter the release of those nasty flatulent fumes into Ahmad's nose, which was already an overwhelmingly stinky experience, plus all the smell was now trapped under the blanket, making it sure that he was gonna smell her farts for quite a long time now, even when she wasn't farting during that specific moment. Nozomi was really enjoying giving Ahmad a really smelly treatment for him to enjoy freely, whiff after whiff. Ahmad gagged after having a small sniff of that noxious stench, which was enough to overload his olfactive senses with a putrid eggy smell that made it almost impossible to keep breathing as those smelly fumes were like a suffocating miasma that burned your nose, your nostrils hair, your lungs, your brain and your soul. Ahmad couldn't stand that disgusting smell for more than a few seconds, so he immediately tried to escape from under the blanket after taking a couple of small whiffs of Nozomi's farts at point blank range, which quickly filled the whole air under the blanket with a very stinky smell that was basically impossible to breathe in without losing your mind. Nozomi, however, had noticed that Ahmad was trying to escape, so she held down the blankets so Ahmad couldn't escape. Ahmad started coughing and gagging loudly and begging Nozomi to let him go, which made Nozomi giggle and laugh, proud of how stinky her own farts were. Ahmad's coughing, gagging and complaining was so loud that his mom heard him so she knocked at his door again.

"Hey son! Are you okay? You're screaming a lot today and talking with nobody! Are those demons tormenting you again?", she asked to her son again, worried.

"No mom... I'm okay... don't worry...", he said, while trying not to cough, gag or cry from the stench as he was talking to his mom, trying to reassure her, but it was very difficult for him to talk normally with this very strong and eye-watering stench poisoning the air around him and entering his nostrils everytime he took even the smallest breath.

"I would hope so! I hope you'll be okay, son!", she said, leaving.

"Puuu!!! It seems like you can't keep coughing, gagging and complaining so loudly about the smell of my cute but very stinky farts since your family is gonna hear you if you do that~aww it seems like you just have to smell my raunchy gas and suffer from this powerful stench in silence~hehehe~so just sniff and shut up!-", said Nozomi, proud of herself and enjoying dominating a guy with her stinky farts, while Ahmad couldn't do anything to stop his nose from suffering this warm, smelly torment, and the more Ahmad was disgusted by Nozomi's farts, the more she was feeling turned on. Ahmad was also feeling turned one despite the horrible smell of Nozomi's gas made him want to throw up and pass out. Nozomi was giggling proudly at Ahmad's gagging at the smell of her potent farts, she enjoyed making him smell her farts as much as possible, something she didn't think she could feel, but something you need to try something to know whether you like it or not, because the actual experience can be very different from one's own imagination, and in this case it was true for both Nozomi and Ahmad.

"Nozomi! Let me out from here, I'm dying here! It stinks!", complained Ahmad, but not too loudly since otherwise his family could hear him again, even though the sound of him gagging from the stench was actually kinda loud.

"Please Ahmad, only five minutes more~", asked Nozomi, with a cute pleading tone, begging him to stay under the blanket a little longer.

"No! Five more minutes here with this smell is gonna kill me!", complained Ahmad, coughing and gagging as usual.

"What about three more minutes? Hehe~", asked Nozomi cutely, wondering.

"One!", said Ahmad, firm.

"Two?~", said Nozomi with a cute and adorable giggle.

"One and a half! So 90 seconds!", said Ahmad, firm and assertive again.

"105 seconds?~", said Nozomi, giggling cutely again.

"98 seconds!", said Ahmad.

"102 seconds?~"... "101 seconds!"... "Five minutes?~"... "Two minutes!"... "Three minutes?~"... "Two minutes and a half!"

(Several minutes later)

"Three minutes! No more!", said Ahmad, with a very firm, assertive and confident tone.

"Oh, nevermind, eventually I made you stay under the blanket for 10 more minutes since when we started arguing about the time~Aww I'm so silly sometimes~silly and stinky~hehehehehe~you can get out now~~~", said Nozomi, giggling so cutely that Ahmad found her very sweet and adorabile despite the horrible stench she made him suffer from.

As soon as Nozomi opened the blanket, Ahmad got out of it very quickly, but the intense stench that was trapped under the blanket also got out very quickly and spread all across the bedroom making the whole room stink very badly like never before. Ahmad rushed to the window, opened it, and smelled the fresh, hot, humid, smoggy, polluted outdoor air that was now entering his bedroom. He took very deep and fast breaths since the air outside was not stinky, but breathing that way made him hyperventilate and he was starting to feel sick. He came back, sat on his bed and almost passed out, which made Nozomi worry a lot, despite her thinking that Ahmad was not a human being, but a mere piece of code in a simulation software, all of this felt very real to her, just like it felt real to Ahmad even though from his perspective, Nozomi was supposed to be a "hallucination" made by his own mind and she was not supposed to be an actual human being either.

"Ahmad! Are you okay?", asked Nozomi, worried, almost crying at this point.

"I'm okay, don't worry... I think I just breathed too fast and too heavily... I'll be fine again soon...", said Ahmad, weakly, while Nozomi was still worried about him. After about ten minutes, Ahmad was feeling fine again.

"I'm fine now, don't worry", said Ahmad, exhaling in relief and making a slight smile.

"I'm glad! Hey Ahmad... I have gotta go very soon, I hope you had fun with me today and that I have managed to make you happy. Stay strong in your life, okay? There will be many difficulties and obstacles that you will face, just like everyone else, and I'm pretty sure you'll be strong and brave enough to face them with determination. You are a great person, Ahmad, feel proud of who you are. Do you want a hug before I go?", asked Nozomi, with a warm and cute smile. It was pretty much the first time Nozomi was considering Ahmad as a human being with feelings instead of an emotionless piece of code inside a simulation software that was programmed by the developers to react in a certain way. Ahmad started crying at the thought Nozomi had to leave him alone forever now.

"Yes, please, hug me for a very long time", said Ahmad, sighing, sobbing, with a red face, runny nose, sore throat, and tears falling down his face from his tired eyes. Nozomi gave him warm, tight and long hug while he was crying even more, so Nozomi squeezed him a bit tighter and affectionately, gently rubbing his back and comforting him while moving her hand up and down on his back, making him feel comforted, loved and calmer.

"Please, Nozomi, don't let me go...", said Ahmad, sniffling and crying, starting to feel very thirsty due to all the tears he's letting out.

"Ahmad, let's just say this... I can't stay in your reality forever, even if I wanted to", said Nozomi, feeling sorry for how Ahmad was feeling. He wanted to make him happy, but now she's worried that perhaps she could just had made things even worse than they were before.

"Where do you come from?", asked Ahmad, hopeful that one day he can visit her in her place just like she did with him.

"Uh... let's just say... I come from another planet!", she answered, a bit hesitant since what she said was technically true but she couldn't be more precise than that since telling him the whole truth about the simulation would just had caused more harm than good.

"What planet?", he asked, still crying but curious about where she actually came from.

"Uh... it's a planet very far away from here. Listen, Ahmad, we can stay together a little bit longer for one last time. We can meet in your dreams. I'll bring you to my planet so you can see it. Do you want to do it?", asked Nozomi, warmly and kindly.

"You mean... meeting in my dreams? Yes, please. I really want to stay with you and have fun with you again. You're like a bright light in my dark life. I don't want you to go away... please...", begged Ahmad, crying and sobbing.

"I can't stay with you forever, Ahmad. I want to, but I can't. I have my own life, my own things to do, and I can't bring you to my own planet every time you dream. I'm making one exception tonight but that can't be a regular thing. I'm sorry, Ahmad. I will try to make you have the most fun day you ever had in your life, and I can try to infuse you my love so you can feel it in your soul even if I'm away from you. I'll make you have so much fun you'll never forget it, okay?", said Nozomi, with a warm, kind, angelic voice, and making the hug last very long, rubbing his back gently and affectionate to make him feel more relaxed.

"Thank you, Nozomi!", said Ahmad, smiling through the tears of his previous crying.

"You've been crying a lot, please go drink a lot of water before you go to bed. We will meet in your dreams tonight, so try to sleep well tonight, okay?", said Nozomi warmly, squeezing him a bit tighter for about a second and letting go of this very long and emotional hug.

"Thank you so much, Nozomi. You're the best... uhm... person I have ever met in my life! Thank you for giving me hope again!", said Ahmad, feeling grateful and warm inside.

"You're welcome, Ahmad! I'm very glad I can make you happy!", she said, smiling happily, "Oh, wait! I have one more fart to let out! Do you want to smell it before I go?"

"Sure!", said Ahmad, excited and happy, but with his tears still burning his eyes a little bit.

*bbbrrraaauuurrrfffttt*

A relatively long and bubbly fart released from Nozomi's ass made Ahmad's nose feel warm and injected his nostrils with a really nasty stench, which he was kinda getting used to but the smell was still pretty suffocating and nauseating to be breathed normally as if it were just odorless air. He tried sniffing a bit more but it was so stinky it felt like putting his nose near an egg salad gone bad where the eggs are all rotting and releasing nasty fumes in the air, but none of that was happening since it's just the smell of Nozomi's fart. Assuming that was actually happening and it was not just the product of Ahmad's mind.

"Stinky as usual, nice!", said Ahmad, giggling and gagging from the stench at the same time.

"I'm glad you like my farts! Do you want another hug before I go?", she asked, smiling gently.

"Of course!", said Ahmad, feeling happy and warm inside, opening his arm waiting for Nozomi to hug him. She hugged him warmly and affectionately for about twenty seconds then she let go of the hug, stared at him in the eyes with a happy smile, and so did he, they both naturally slowly put their own lips closer to each other, until they touched and started kissing. It felt very pleasurable to both of them, like fireworks in their heart. The happiness and excitement they were feeling were very intense. They kissed each other for about ten seconds, then they looked at each other's eyes and they were all full of pleasure.

"See you later, Ahmad. I hope you will sleep well", said Nozomi, feeling a pleasure and love so intense like never before in her eyes, same thing for Ahmad.

Everything was going so well, until Nozomi disappeared into the nowhere. That was the moment Ahmad's mood instantly became sad, lonely, depressed, hopeless, and all the warmth he had been feeling until a few seconds earlier also went away, like a distant memory of a pleasurable illusion that is no longer perceived.

"(Nozomi was just another hallucination, a product of my own mind. I should had understood that she wasn't real, since nobody can like me for who I am. I am completely unlikable, and worthless. Anyone who likes me and is nice and kind to me can't be anything else other than a hallucination. I shouldn't have had any hope to begin with)", he thought, as the darkness that is usual in his life came back to his soul after a very short break of false pleasure. He placed his head on the pillow of his bed and started crying very intensely. After crying for a while, he went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, drank plenty of cold water, felt a bit better, and went to sleep feeling very lonely and hopeless, unable to make any sense of this cruel world. Eventually, as he placed his head on his pillow, with tired eyes full of tears, he fell asleep anyway, because sleep is a biological necessity.

"(Where am I? What is this place? It's so cold here...)", thought Ahmad, finding himself in a place he has never seen before, a little time before sunrise, the air was so cold he could see his own breath coming out of his mouth whenever he exhaled. He was shivering as he was wearing a short-sleeved T-Shirt and he was not used to cold weather since he was used to living in an equatorial climate. He kept crying like he did before. Lonely, with a very low self-esteem, thinking that it's impossible for anyone to like him for who he is, sad, depressed, hopeless, in this cold prairie where the grass was green and the sky was bright blue, with the sun rising low on the horizon through the distant mountains, a few trees here and there and plenty of flowers. The scenery looked beautiful, but it was cold, and Ahmad was so lonely and so sad that none of the beauty surrounding him mattered.

"Hi Ahmad! What's wrong? You're crying! I'm here as I promised, friend, don't cry, we'll have fun today!", Nozomi said, looking at him in the eyes and smiling. He hugged her but she didn't hug back. "Sorry for not hugging you back, my hand is busy with this bag of Fnuka, a vegetable that grows on this planet and makes me super gassy with really stinky farts~I thought it would be a good idea to eat this, since you loved my farts yesterday and you said you love when a girl farts and it smells really bad, trust me, my farts of yesterday smelt like a gentle fresh breeze in a garden full of flowers compared to the stink weapons that will come out from my ass after I'll finish eating this whole bag of Fnuka~", she said, smiling warmly. When Nozomi bragged about how stinky her farts were after she ate Fnuka, Ahmad got quite a little bit aroused and hoped that Nozomi wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants since he was embarrassed. What Nozomi noticed, instead, was that Ahmad was shivering. "Hey Ahmad! You are shivering! I can let you wear my sweater if you want!", she said with a very kind and positive attitude and smiling.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel cold...", said Ahmad, embarrassed and not wanting to take advantage of Nozomi's kindness and generosity.

"Of course! You don't deserve to feel bad! Also, I'm used to this climate so it doesn't feel cold to me, but you're used to live in a climate that is very hot all the time, so this feels much colder to you than it does to me. Also, the weather will get much warmer in the afternoon. I can give you my sweater, no problem. Anyway, I just finished eating this bag of Fnuka, so I'll be really gassy and we can have plenty of fun if you want~I'll throw this empty bag away so I can give you a proper hug and then we can have fun with the game of me farting in your face~", she said, throwing the bag on the grass, which confused Ahmad.

"Isn't what you're doing polluting for the environment of your planet?", he asked, wondering.

"Nah~", said Nozomi, smiling and taking something out of her pockets that kinda looked like a smartphone on Earth but not really since it was actually very different. She pressed a button or something like that, and the empty bag of Fnuka immediately caught fire, which kinda shocked Ahmad since he never saw anything like that before.

"I don't understand this... what's going on?", he asked, curious, since stuff like this don't happen on the planet he lives on.

"On your planet, the bags of snacks people eat are made of plastic, which does pollute the environment. On my planet, the bags are made with a material that becomes a nutrient for the plants after combustion. They will grow better with these nutrients!", she said, smiling gently, "I can give you a hug now if you want one!", she said, smiling kindly and opening her arms to indicate she was ready for a hug if he wanted one, which made him feel happy and loved, so he immediately went in for the hug and she hugged him tightly, warmly and affectionately, and the hug felt very good for both Ahmad and Nozomi.

"I'm very happy to see you, Nozomi. You're giving me hope, and some energy to keep living my horrible life with the comfort that at least it's not impossible to like me for who I am!", said Ahmad, feeling happy, loved and warm inside.

"You're welcome, Ahmad! I'm pretty sure you are strong enough to face big challenges in your life~please don't give up! Okay?", she said with a friendly and motivating smile.

"Okay! Thank you so much, Nozomi!", said Ahmad, letting go of the hug with eyes wet of tears of joy.

"I really like you, Ahmad. Never lose hopes in your life! Also, you know... a bit tired of holding my farts now, I've been holding one for a while, mind if we go near those trees and bushes and start the farting on your face game like we did yesterday evening? Nobody will see us doing that since the vegetation is very thick in that area, don't worry. Also, I'm warning you, since I ate a whole bag of Fnuka, my farts are gonna be so much stinkier than they were yesterday. You're gonna cough, gag and want to throw up like you never did in your life, from the horrible rotten stench of my stinky farts. And of course my farts are gonna be much stinkier than a durian~", said Nozomi, proud of her stinky farts, while Ahmad was feeling aroused again, with an awkward bulge in his pants that despite his friendship with Nozomi, he was still embarrassed to admit like that.

"Of course! Hehe... so let's go near those trees...", said Ahmad, sighing in relief, realizing that happiness exists, even though it might not be immediately obvious, especially if your life often overwhelms you with terrible stuff. He was feeling happy, calm, relaxed, without all those negative thoughts that usually haunt him every morning, day and evening. Now he can sincerely and genuinely smile and feel great. Nozomi looked at him smiling and she smiled, too. Both Ahmad and Nozomi were having a really great and wonderful time.

They were walking through a beautiful flowery, grassy prairie, hand in hand, with blessed, serene smiles on their faces, without worrying about bad things that happen elsewhere. They were going to an area with a thick vegetation of trees and bushes so they could have a bit more privacy when they'll play the facefarting game. Ahmad was feeling so relaxed, happy, loved and calm, it was a pleasurable bliss that he never remembered ever feeling before, until a very horrible smell hit his nostrils.

"What's this smell, Nozomi? Is this really you?", he asked, shocked and terrified that a human, let alone a cute girl like her, could produce a smell like that with a fart.

"Yeah! Silent but very deadly~", she admitted, smiling proudly of her very stinky Fnuka farts and biting her lips in a sexy way.

Ahmad gagged at the incredible stench of Nozomi's fart, which was much stinkier than the farts she ripped on his face the evening before, which were already very stinky, but she was right when she said her farts were much stinkier after eating Fnuka. Ahmad knew there was no way he could handle such a suffocating, terrible stench.

"How am I even supposed to breathe with this smell around?", he asked, getting a few meters away from Nozomi, and still gagging since the smell was spoiling the air around her very badly even though they were outdoors, "you can even stink an outdoor area with your farts! Wow!", he exclaimed, surprised, gagging but feeling sexual arousal at the same time, which made him feel strange but still happy.

"You're gonna smell one of these up close soon, don't worry! You're gonna have a really good, stinky fun with me~aww", she said, blushing a bit and smiling.

"Wait what? Hell no!", he complained, since even the evening before, her farts could be used as a biological weapon, but only short-range, while today, because of the Fnuka, her farts felt like they were truly poisonous and deadly since they smelled truly terrible, and it was pretty obvious she could clear a room full of people pretty quickly with one of her Fnuka SBD's.

"Why not? Are you so weak that you can't stand the smell of the farts of a cute girl like me?~", she said with a cute sarcastically sad face, and then she started giggling a bit, cutely.

"I'm not weak! No human being ever could breathe in your farts without becoming insane from it!", exclaimed Ahmad, still shocked that a human being could fart with such a stinky smell he never thought would have been realistically possible.

"Aww~then that means you'll become insane from the smell of my stinky farts later today~", she said, playfully threatening him. Ahmad felt scared, with a cold shiver running through his spine, and he stopped walking since he wasn't feeling ready for that stomach-churning smell that would come out of Nozomi's ass and that she would had made him smell mercilessly.

"I don't want to do this...", said Ahmad, assertively, crossing his arms in sign of determination.

"Okay!", said Nozomi, smiling gently.

"Uh... what do you mean 'okay'? You really won't fart on my face?", asked Ahmad, confused.

"Of course I won't! I'm your friend, not your bully!", she said with a big, warm, comforting smile. Ahmad was confused about his own feelings, since while Nozomi's farts smelt truly terrible and gag-worthy, this would be the last day he will ever see her for the rest of his life, and since being facefarted by a girl with really stinky farts has been a huge fantasy and wish of his for many years, he didn't want to waste this precious opportunity that will probably never occur again in his entire life, so he decided to accept being facefarted by her despite the overwhelmingly stinky smell of Nozomi's Fnuka farts.

"Nozomi...", said Ahmad, sighing a bit, "your farts are really stinky, and today they're even stinkier because you ate that thing. It's a smell that I can't stand. It's so rotten, putrid, nasty... but this is the only and last day I will ever see you in my life. For many years I've been wishing for a girl with really stinky farts to fart on my face, and now that I have found one willing to make my wish come true, I'm wasting this chance? I'm really not sure how to feel about this. I'm sorry. I'm ruining everything...", said Ahmad, starting to feel a bit down.

"You're not ruining anything. Even if you won't smell my farts because they're way too stinky for you, don't you feel happier in this situation compared to if you never met me in the first place?", said Nozomi with a cheerful smile, which made Ahmad feel better as well and he also smiled.

"You're right about it. I'm very glad I have met you, Nozomi. You know what? I'm a bit hungry now, is there anywhere we can eat? Maybe a restaurant? Or somewhere else? I'll prepare myself mentally and after we'll have finished eating you can fart on my face again in the woods, is that alright?", suggested Ahmad, with a proud smile, feeling determined about it.

"Of course! I know a really good restaurant! The food there is very delicious and it's not very expensive! Wanna go eat there for lunch?", asked Nozomi, smiling kindly.

"Sure!", said Ahmad, smiling happily, "where is this restaurant?", he asked, curious.

"In a town not far away from here. We can reach it in about 30 minutes of walking. We can talk and have fun as friends in the meanwhile", said Nozomi, smiling friendly.

"Sure! Also, you were right that it would get warmer in the daytime, now it's almost as warm as my hometown, but, can I still keep wearing your sweater? I really enjoy wearing your sweater... because... I really like you...", said Ahmad, blushing embarrassed.

"Aww that's so sweet! Of course you can!", said Nozomi, happy. Ahmad felt really calm and relaxed with a nice friend like Nozomi, and she loved staying with Ahmad as well. Ahmad was walking through this beautiful, sunny, flowery prairie, feeling very peaceful and serene, until he heard a sound that made him roll his eyes sarcastically.

"Nozomi...", said Ahmad, rolling his eyes, giggling and laughing a little bit, and Nozomi was also laughing. Then, the smell of her fart hit Ahmad's olfactory sense with full violence and might, and he started gagging and yelling, and he stood a few meters farther from Nozomi than he did before. As soon as she saw his disgusted reaction to the stinky smell of her fart, Nozomi started laughing even harder than before.

"Come on, Ahmad!", said Nozomi, giggling and laughing, "Do my farts really smell that bad?", she said, immediately laughing harder as soon as she finished saying that sentence, because she knew very well how bad her farts stink after she eats Fnuka.

"They do! Ugh... the air becomes toxic when you fart, let's walk a bit faster so we can leave this fart cloud behind... puuu it stinks so bad!", said Ahmad, walking a bit faster in order to avoid Nozomi's deadly fart cloud and breathe fresh air again. Nozomi giggled and laughed a lot and couldn't help wondering how Ahmad will react when she'll fart on his face later today after eating lots of Fnuka soup in that restaurant they were both going to eat in.

"But you said after we finish eating we can go to the woods and I can fart on your face again! Did you change your mind yet?~", Nozomi said, teasing him.

"I'm not sure. I will probably let you fart on my face later, I just need to prepare myself mentally for that horrible smell", he said, determined.

"Okay! Let's keep walking!", said Nozomi, excited for this beautiful day. Ahmad smiled back at her, feeling great as this was probably the best day he ever had in his entire life, and unfortunately it's likely he's never gonna have another day as beautiful as this in his entire future. Or at least, that's what he thought. Maybe he's right, maybe not. The future is unpredictable, after all.

"We're getting closer to the town!", said Nozomi, smiling and dancing happily for a few seconds, which made Ahmad genuinely smile. He kept walking near Nozomi smiling happily and feeling wonderful until he heard that infamous sound again.

*pppbbbppprrrffftttsss*

"Eww Nozomi!", said Ahmad, giggling with a playful sarcastic annoyed face, until the unbearable stench of Nozomi's fart spread in the air and reached Ahmad's face, and it smelled so bad he was almost feeling like it was a toxic radioactive waste wind that would make him very sick if he stayed there for more than a few seconds. He started coughing, gagging, and screaming in disgust, so he backed a few more meters away from Nozomi to breathe some fresh air that was not ruined by a terrifying stench that nobody would ever guess it could come from a cute girl like Nozomi.

"You really need to prepare yourself mentally for later, as you said earlier~this smell will go right through your nose directly from the source~hehehe!!!", said Nozomi, giggling and covering her mouth with her hand to make her giggles cuter.

"I'll be strong!", said Ahmad, feeling determined yet scared of what a terrible stench he was gonna smell later today.

"I'm pretty sure you'll be! Anyway, we have arrived to the town!", said Nozomi.

Ahmad was mindblown. He had never seen anything like this before. The people looked like normal human beings, but the infrastructure and the buildings looked completely different from anything on Ahmad's home planet, Earth.

"Are there no cars in this town?", asked Ahmad, surprised. Everything looked so different than what he's been used to see all his life.

"That's right, no cars. There are several teleport points in every town, though, that's the main mean of transportation here other than walking. However, some people strictly refuse to use teleport as a mean of transportation because it is suspected by many that what teleport actually does is killing you instantly and then creating a new person with a replica of all the memories of your life before the teleport killed you. But the actual you is dead. And, considering how much of a daily thing teleport is here, that's plenty of people that have died and only few people ever think about that deeply, and what the implications could be. If that suspicion is confirmed, at least. I have used teleport plenty of times in my life, but lately I've been trying to use it less and less because the thought that I have died so many times and never noticed is starting to make me feel very uncomfortable recently. Now I try to avoid using teleport whenever I can, but sadly I still use it sometimes. I'm trying to fully stop eventually, though", said Nozomi, with a distressed, scared and anxious face for the first time since she started passing time with Ahmad, which made him feel worried.

"Are you okay, Nozomi?", asked Ahmad, worried.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just... thinking about something. Let's just walk to the restaurant", said Nozomi trying to force a smile, but Ahmad understood she was worried about the whole teleport issue, and he was having some doubts about it, too.

"Hey... Nozomi...", said Ahmad, serious.

"Yo?~", said Nozomi, wondering what Ahmad was gonna tell or ask her.

"Am I dreaming?", he asked her, but that sounded more like he was asking a question to ask another question after it.

"Of course you're dreaming, Ahmad. We have talked about it yesterday. Don't you remember?", said Nozomi, confused about his question.

"Since I'm dreaming, I have to ask you a question. What happens if I use the teleport? Will I die in real life while I sleep? Will I just wake up scared? Or what?", asked Ahmad, wondering the implications of getting killed in a dream would be.

"I don't know the answers to your questions. I'll just recommend you not to use the teleport, just in case. Better safe than sorry", said Nozomi, serious, but with a smile to indicate that it was probably a better idea to just change topic of discussion. Ahmad had a very disappointed and sad expression on his face, but Nozomi didn't understand why, and he was heading back into the prairie, outside of the town. Nozomi didn't understand why Ahmad was suddenly behaving like that, so she started following him to ask for an explanation.

"What's wrong, buddy?", she asked, getting ready to comfort him as much as he needs to be comforted.

"This is by far the most beautiful day of my life, except none of this is real, this is just a dream", said Ahmad, looking very sad and disappointed, almost about to cry.

"Define real", said Nozomi, with a smirkish yet comforting smile. Ahmad looked surprised.

"What do you mean?", he asked, confused as to what Nozomi wanted to tell him.

"How do you categorize what's real and what's not?", she asked him, shrugging, seemingly to indicate that perhaps there's no difference between the two.

"This question is too complicated for me to answer... let's just say, a dream is not reality!", he said, convinced.

"Why not?", she asked.

"Uh... I don't know... I guess it's just common sense?", he said, not knowing how to explain it better.

"Would you feel scared if you had a really scary nightmare, but you knew it was just a dream and that you would wake up eventually?", she asked.

"During the nightmare, yes I would feel scared, but I would feel relieved after waking up, knowing that was not real", he explained.

"So, you would feel scared during a scary nightmare, even if you knew that was just a dream, am I right?", she asked.

"Yeah, during the nightmare I would feel scared", he answered.

"Why would you feel scared during a nightmare but not happy during a beautiful dream? After all, you know neither of them is real", she said. Ahmad was surprised, he never thought about it that way. He thought she was wise, and about the voices in his head that sometimes insult him and sometimes compliment him. He realized that he felt bad because of the voices' insults, but he didn't feel good because of the voices' compliments (because he thought it would be unhealthy and messed up if he felt happy just because a non-existent voice in his head complimented him). He was basically accepting the insults and rejecting the compliments, even though both were equally 'not real'. He never thought about it before, but now some things are starting to make more sense to him, yet he wasn't feeling completely satisfied.

"It's okay, Nozomi... I just wish all this was real and not just a dream. But it's okay, let's go to the restaurant", he said, still sounding a bit disappointed but not sad anymore, with a slight smile on his face.

"Ahmad, what is 'real' and 'not real' is just a social construct that is used on your planet because the people on your planet still are not ready to embrace new perspectives and points of views. And that's okay. You cannot know whether your 'real' life is actually real or not. It could all be a collective dream, or just your dream. Or someone else's dream. Or an illusion. Or you could be a Boltzmann brain and all your life could just be a sudden freak event of thermodynamic fluctuations that made a short-lasting human brain filled with false memories spontaneously form in the vacuum of space just by chance. Or your entire world could just be a computer simulation...", said Nozomi, sweating cold at the last sentence since she realized she might have had disclosed too much information, "...in any case, don't worry about it, there's no need to. Let's just smile and be happy. Let's go to the restaurant!", she said, smiling confident, walking to the restaurant. Ahmad followed her.

After some time spent walking, they finally arrived to the restaurant.

"Here we are, this is the restaurant we're going to. Don't worry, Ahmad, I'll be the one paying. This is a self-service all you can eat restaurant. The price doesn't change, no matter how much or how little you eat. So, please enjoy the meal and be happy~", Nozomi said, smiling.

"Thank you, Nozomi!", said Ahmad, feeling grateful.

"You're welcome, Ahmad. Let's go!", said Nozomi, excited.

They both entered the restaurant and Nozomi asked the waiter a table for two, which was immediately made available for Ahmad and Nozomi.

"Okay, Ahmad, so now we have to take a plate for each, and choose the food we would like to eat. You put the food in your plate and you eat it. It's simple. One warning, though, don't put too much food on your plate, especially if you don't know if you'll like it or not. You can get a fine if you don't finish what's on your plate. But anyway enjoy the lunch~", she said. Ahmad thanked her and smiled.

When they went to choose the food, however, Ahmad only found stuff he was very unfamiliar to him, that he would never had guessed that was food, including a small ball that moved by itself and changed color roughly once every second. Just looking at that thing made him want to throw up, but he was curious about it so he asked Nozomi.

"What the hell is that?", he asked, pointing at that color-changing, moving ball.

"Those are the Hlakpar, they are very tasty, I would definitely recommend!", she said, and he trusted her advice, somehow, putting one Hlakpar on his plate and going to the table, while Nozomi filled her plate with Fnuka soup, which made Ahmad shiver in fear, as he knew what that meant. They both went to their table to eat, but Ahmad was reluctant to eat the Hlakpar, since it somehow felt like a disturbing kind of food to him. Still, he was determined and feeling brave, so he decided to eat it despite his instincts telling him otherwise. He hit the Hlakpar with a fork, and suddenly, since it couldn't move anymore, it became a very depressing grey color and wasn't changing anymore. He opened his mouth and started chewing the Hlakpar, but he really didn't want to think about what he was eating, so he swallowed as quickly as he could. The taste was actually kinda good, pleasantly sourish. What he didn't particularly appreciate was the psychedelic effect the Hlakpar gave to Ahmad not even one second after he swallowed it. The colors, sounds, feelings and sensations were all enhanced, amplified and distorted. A beautiful show of bright colors and rotating shapes, that, while pretty to look at, he really didn't want to eat something that gave this effect, especially not as a supposedly 'normal' meal. The psychedelic effect lasted for about five seconds, then it stopped and everything went back to normal.

"Nozomi... this stuff is psychedelic... I don't want to eat any more of it. Isn't there a more normal thing to eat?", Ahmad asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable about the food on this planet.

"Nah, not really. At least, not 'normal' for your planet's standards. You could check if there's anything you might like. I'll come with you so I can suggest", Nozomi offered, smiling kindly.

"Okay!", said Ahmad, feeling hopeful.

They both went to choose some food, and there were some kind of strange blue noodles that looked interesting for Ahmad.

"What's that?", he asked, pointing at those strange blue noodles he was getting interested in.

"Those are the Distorpors, they create a small space-time distortion around them where everything is much smaller than the surroundings and time passes much faster", said Nozomi, smiling calmly.

"Uh... okay... let's try those, I guess...", Ahmad said, feeling scared yet hopeful it's not gonna be too bad. However, as soon as he put the Distorpors in his plate, his hands became much smaller than the rest of his body and he could feel them aching and burning. He screamed in pain, especially since he wasn't expecting anything like that before.

"Nozomi, why does it hurt so much?", he asked, almost crying from the pain.

"Since your hands are so close to the Distorpors in your plate, they have become much smaller than the rest of your body, and since time passes much faster near the Distorpors, your blood is flowing much faster in your hands than in the rest of your body, causing you pain", said Nozomi, smiling calmly, seemingly not concerned about Ahmad's pain in the slightest. He ran to his table and put the plate on there, away from his hands, which immediately returned to normal size, despite them being burning red and aching.

"Nozomi! What kind of fucked up food do people eat on your planet?", said Ahmad, confused and disappointed, while some people in the restaurant were looking at him, probably offended at his remarks towards the food of their planet.

"Ahmad!", said Nozomi, scolding him, "please don't insult our food. We've been eating it ever since our civilization started. It's an important part of our lives", she said, calming down a bit.

"I'm sorry!", said Ahmad, caught off-guard since he said that during a moment of surprise without thinking too much about it and certainly didn't mean to offend anyone, "I'm sorry, Nozomi. I just didn't think about what I was saying. I'm sorry. I'm gonna try eating the Distorpors now", said Ahmad, embarrassed of how he accidentally offended others. Nozomi smiled calmly.

"Don't worry, Ahmad. I understand how you felt. You're just not used to this kind of food. It's okay. Don't worry. Breathe deeply and try to calm down", said Nozomi, smiling gently. Ahmad smiled back and he tried to pick the Distorpors with the fork, trying to keep his hand as far away from the Distorpors as possible. However, his plan went wrong since the Distorpors started to hiss at him like a very angry cat.

"What the hell happened? Nozomi?", he asked, scared and confused.

"The Distorpors don't like being eaten with a fork or any other artificial object. You need to eat them with your hands", explained Nozomi, smiling calmly. Ahmad felt scared.

"I can't do that, Nozomi. I'm gonna try something else", he said, trying to place his face near the plate with the intention of eating the Distorpors with his mouth. However, once again, things went wrong as his face became much smaller than the rest of his head and body, and the production of sweat, saliva, mucus, tears, and the blood flow went very fast, making him feel pain and have rashes all across his face.

"Sorry, Nozomi, I really can't eat these Distorpors. Sorry about that", he said, feeling embarrassed as he wasn't really liking any food in that restaurant, and he was afraid of making Nozomi feel awkward and uncomfortable. Nozomi smiled calmly.

"Don't worry, Ahmad, you're fine", she said, smiling warmly. Ahmad calmed down a bit, even though he was feeling a bit embarrassed and a bit hungry at well.

"Can I try to eat some of your Fnuka soup? Perhaps I can eat that, unlike the other stuff I have tried before", asked Ahmad, wondering if the Fnuka soup was the only decent food in that restaurant.

"Sure!", said Nozomi, smiling kindly, so Ahmad took a spoon and ate some of the Fnuka soup. He didn't like the taste.

"You know, it's not bad, it's just... it tastes completely unfamiliar. It's like... alien food. I'm not used to these kinds of tastes since this is not what we eat on Earth. I'm sorry, Nozomi", said Ahmad, embarrassed since he wasn't liking anything in the restaurant and he was worried that maybe she thought that he was being disrespectful by not liking the food. However, Nozomi looked calm, she smiled and kept talking with Ahmad normally, so eventually he just assumed that she wasn't angry at him or offended or anything.

"Let's go pay the food! I'll pay for both!", said Nozomi, excited.

"250 milliliters of Zbez", said the cashier, and Nozomi took a bottle containing purple liquid from the pockets of her pants. She poured the purple liquid on a weight measuring device until it said '250 milliliters', Ahmad had never seen anything like that before but he understood that purple liquid was the currency of Nozomi's planet, then the cashier said "Thank you for coming! We hope that you two enjoyed the meal and that you will come back one day!", smiling, Nozomi smiled and said "Goodbye!", then Nozomi and Ahmad exited the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, Nozomi. I didn't eat much", said Ahmad, feeling embarrassed for the potential disrespect he might have caused.

"No, Ahmad, if anyone should be sorry, that's me. I brought you to a restaurant with food you are very unfamiliar with, assuming that you would had liked it, not considering the food on my planet is completely different from the food on your planet. I should had been more careful", said Nozomi, apologizing.

"Don't worry, Nozomi. We're both fine, I guess", he said, smiling friendly and happy that he had met someone like Nozomi, even though she was 'not real'.

"Let's go to the woods! You know what we'll do. After all, I didn't eat the Fnuka soup for no reason~", she said, giggling. Ahmad was excited for what was about to come.

They exited the town and went to the prairie again.

"We shall walk for some time until we'll find a wood with thick vegetation. Just to have some privacy, you know!", said Nozomi, smirking and smiling proudly.

"Okay!", said Ahmad, feeling happy and excited.

"Wait, Ahmad!", said Nozomi.

"What?", asked Ahmad, curious.

*PPPBBBRRRFFFSSSTTT*

"Smell this!", said Nozomi, giggling with a playful smirk.

A deadly cloudy of putrid, nasty fart stench spread from Nozomi's butthole and stunk up a relatively large outdoor area. The stink cloud reached Ahmad's nose in a few seconds, making him gasp in surprise and gag from the stench, which he understood there's no way he could breathe a fart that was so unbearably and suffocatingly stinky. He backed away a few meters so he didn't have to smell that toxic, stinky, weaponizable fart cloud anymore.

"Aww what's wrong Ahmad? Is my fart too stinky for you?", she said, playfully teasing him as he was gagging and looking like he was about to throw up from the intense stench of her fart.

"Yeah... it's really, really stinky. I think there might be something wrong with your stomach. I'm serious, I'm not joking! Your farts are already very stinky, but they become nuclear after you eat Fnuka!", he said, wondering if there was such a thing as a girl's fart too stinky for him at this point, even though to him it has been a fetish fantasy for years now. Nozomi's farts could be the proof that there can indeed be such a thing as a girl's fart that is too stinky for Ahmad.

Nozomi laughed because Ahmad told her that there might be something wrong with her stomach, which was an idea that she found really hilarious. "So... do you wanna go to the woods so I can fart on your face or not? It's okay if you say no, I'm not gonna force you to smell my farts, I know they stink really badly~", she said, giggling yet smiling kindly.

"Yes, I do want to smell your farts, no matter how bad they stink! I've been waiting for this moment for so many years, and now that I have the opportunity to experience it, I don't want to miss it. Otherwise I'm gonna live a life of regret, and I would never forgive myself for rejecting this. Nozomi, I want you to force me to smell your farts, no matter how stinky they are! Shove my nose between your buttcheecks, pin me on the ground and fart or my face... or something like that. Please...", said Ahmad, pleading cutely, begging her to force him to smell her stinky farts.

"Ahmad...? Are you really sure you want this?", asked Nozomi, shocked and surprised about his request.

"Yes, this is what I want. I told you... I have this opportunity and I would never forgive myself if I reject it. It would be like shooting your own angel. Please, Nozomi...", he said, begging her.

"Promise?", she asked, offering a handshake.

"Promise!", he said, accepting her handshake.

They both smiled and kept walking through the prairie, looking for a wood with particularly thick vegetation to perform the facefarting activity in.

"Wait Ahmad! I have to fart again~", said Nozomi, smiling proudly.

*BBBPPPFFFSSSTTTRRRAAABBBFFFSSSTTT*

As Nozomi farted again, yet another stinky, rancid, deadly fart stench cloud was expelled from Nozomi's anus. Ahmad tried to stay in the vicinity of Nozomi, because he knew he had to train himself to be able to endure the smell of her farts at least somewhat, otherwise there's soon gonna be issues since he already promised with a handshake he did really want to be forced to smell her farts, and now he can't break the promise. However, the smell of Nozomi's farts after Fnuka soup was so nostril-penetrating, soul-destroying and gag-inducing that there was no way on Earth nor any other planet or moon he could ever manage to voluntarily stay inside that fart cloud, he knew he had to be forced in order to truly smell her farts. He backed away once again, and as usual, Nozomi laughed hard at his disgusted reaction towards the brutal stench of her stinky farts, yet at the same time she wondered whether he could truly handle being forced to smell her farts, but it didn't matter since he already promise he truly wanted that with a handshake that confirmed his decision. Still, she wanted to explicitly express her doubts to Ahmad.

"Hey Ahmad... I was wondering... it seems like the smell of my farts does really cause you very intense reactions. I don't think you'll be able to stand being forced to smell my stinky farts, but hey, you already agreed to it with a handshake~", she said, smirking proudly yet slightly worried about Ahmad's soon-coming olfactory suffering. But she didn't really worry too much about it since it's him who asked.

"I'll be strong!", he said, with a fake determined tone, trying to convince himself the experience won't be too horrible.

"I would hope so!", Nozomi said, smiling friendly. Regardless, she was still gonna force him to smell her farts. Plus, she really enjoyed the thought of forcing him to smell her stinky farts and thinking about his disgusted reactions and him struggling to break free. These thoughts turned Nozomi on a little bit, she was really getting into this kind of stuff.

"Ahmad! I have to fart again! But this time I won't fart soon. You see those trees there? That is a region of this wilderness with thicker vegetation and taller trees than the rest of this prairie on average. We will go there to do the me farting in your face thing, and remember that you can't refuse since you agreed and you said this is what you really wanted!", she said, nodding proudly.

"Sure! I won't refuse! This is my chance to smell a girl's stinky farts and I won't miss it, no matter what!", he said, smiling yet sweating cold in fear, since he knew the feared yet long-awaited moment has finally come.

"Okay then! Let's walk to there! We have almost arrived", said Nozomi, pointing at those tall trees in that thick forest. Ahmad's heartbeating was starting to accelerate as he was scared yet excited at the same time.

As they were both walking to that wood, Ahmad looked at the blue sky that was the same as that on Earth, and he wondered how distant he was from home. Assuming he could call Earth is "home". He really didn't like that planet and he didn't want to consider that as a home, more like a prison. He now tried to think about something else and tried to be happy this moment was happening, even though it was just a dream.

"We have arrived!", said Nozomi, smiling proudly.

"Yeah, I could see it, no need to tell me...", said Ahmad, sweating in fear, breathing heavily, with his heartbeats racing fast. The moment has arrived.

"You know what this means, right?", said Nozomi, smirking playfully and proudly. Ahmad felt even more scared and more excited than he was ever before. He was about to experience what he had been wishing for years. And now it's becoming reality, even if just in a dream.

"I do", said Ahmad as his hearbeats became faster, breathing heavily, sweating and trembling in fear and excitement. This is the moment he was waiting for so long. Finally.

"Put your nose between my asscheeks, Ahmad. I know you want to~", said Nozomi, throwing a sexy, provocative stare looking back at him. He immediately did as she said, even though he was scared of what was about to happen, and the noxious smell that was about to be impressed into his nostrils and deep into his brain.

"Are you ready, Ahmad? I was holding this one since before we entered these woods. Are you ready to take a big whiff of my stinky gas?~", she asked, teasing him but at the same time getting turned on at the thought he was gonna smell her farts and that she was gonna force him to smell his farts by keeping his head in place with her hands or pinning him down and sitting on his face if he ever tried to escape from her stench.

"I'm ready, Nozomi! Your stinky fart will be part of me!", he said, still scared but feeling more emotionally attached to her now.

"Good boy~", she said, enjoying this moment with a lot of pleasure, "nnnggghhh..."

*BBBRRFFFSSSFFFUUUSSS*

A stinky fart that stunk like sour rotten egg yolk in a decayed vegetable rice salad where every vegetable went rotten, including broccoli, cabbage and pepper, mixed with some garbage, went right into Ahmad's nostrils, overwhelming his brain with this powerful miasma that left him literally breathless. The Fnuka soup she ate at the restaurant really didn't seem to agree with her stomach at all. The sour, rancid smell made his eyes water and his nostrils' hair burn and sting, while his lungs were starting to get filled with the stench of the fumes of a fart so rancid that it was not supposed to be smelled like that from another human as a form of entertainment. It smelled so bad it was obvious it was supposed to be released far away from any other human or animal in the vicinity. And yet, Ahmad was sniffing it directly from where it was released, taking it high doses of a very nauseating, burning, sulphuric stench. He coughed, gagged, complained, yelled, struggled while his eyes were watering and his nostrils were begging his brain to shut off his sense of smell to end this unbearable torment, but even though Ahmad obviously was trying his best to escape from that position, Nozomi, as per agreement, kept his head between her asscheecks with her hands and prevented him from escaping or even moving his nose somewhere else, where the air was just a little bit less stinky than right on her asshole. Ahmad started yelling while the smallest whiffs he could take immediately triggered his gag reflex as the rancid smell filled his nostrils, his lungs, his brain and his soul. He was struggling really hard and trying to break free, and Nozomi was starting to have some difficulty in keeping his nose where it should be.

"You're struggling too hard, Ahmad. I can't keep your nose in my ass if you struggle like this! That means I should pin you down and sit on your face, so it will be easier for me to make sure your nose is gonna stay shoved up my asshole so you're gonna be blasted by my stinky farts directly with full power and stench and you can smell them the best way possible~", she said, getting so turned on she started getting wet at these thoughts, "yes... another one is coming... nnnggghhh...", she said, as she was pinning Ahmad to the ground, on the grass, with his nose firmly trapped between Nozomi's asscheeks with no chance of avoiding this nasty, sour, rotten, nauseating stench that Nozomi seemed to produce non-stop in industrial quantities after eating Fnuka soup.

*PPPBBBRRRLLLUUURRRFFFSSSTTT*

"Okay, Nozomi... I've got what I... puuu... wanted... a girl with really stinky farts farting on my... puuu ewww... face. My deepest wish... now could you please... puuu ewww uuuhhh... could you please stop farting on my face now? PUUU I CAN'T BREATHE THIS, IT'S A DEADLY SMELL PLEASE LET ME GO!!! PUUU EWW PUUU I'M DYING!!!", said Ahmad, barely even able to talk since even the littlest whiff he could ever take caused him to cough, gag and choke uncontrollably as the putrid aroma of Nozomi's Fnuka farts was starting to possess his mind and making him lose any ounce of self-control he was previously having.

"Nope~", said Nozomi, as she couldn't stop even if she wanted to, this was too exciting for her and she also lost her self-control, "Get ready for another one, I'm really gassy right now~nnnggghhh..."

*PPPBBBRRRFFFTTTUUUSSSFFFRRRTTT*

"Ah... this felt so good to let out on your weak and vulnerable nose~", she said, feeling so good and excited like never before. "Here comes another one~nngghh..."

*PPPBBBRRRSSSFFFTTTAAASSSFFFPPPRRRTTTSSSFFF*

"This was a big one, hehe~are you still alive down here?~", she said, teasing him, while Ahmad kept yelling and struggling but Nozomi was still doing her best his nose stayed between her asscheeks so that he could smell her smelly farts as intensely as possible, "Oh, in any case, I still have one more fart for you! NGH..."

*PPPBBBRRRSSSFFFTTTRRRSSSFFFAAAAAASSSFFFPPPRRRTTTSSSFFFSSS*

"Whoa this one was huge! EWWW and so stinky, too! I need to check whether he's still alive...", she said, getting up for a moment and checking. She saw he was still breathing. "Yeah look like he's still alive, thankfully... this means I can keep farting on his face some more~nnnggghhh..."

*PPPFFFSSSFFFBBBRRRSSSFFFTTTRRRSSSFFFAAAAAAAAASSSFFFPPPRRRGGGSSSFFFSSSTTTRRR*

"Wow... NOW he might be dead, hehe~for real, though, I need to check if he's still alive! This was so big and stinky it would not surprise me if his lungs couldn't take it!", she said, getting up again and sighing in relief as she saw he was still breathing and his heart was still beating.

"Ahmad! Are you okay?", she asked, worried.

"I'm okay... but the smell of your farts was too strong, too stinky... *cough* I had a lot of fun, though. Thank you very much, Nozomi!", he said, smiling excited.

"I'm glad I could make you happy and give you some hope! Ahmad... I hope you're happy enough that this can end here. You're about to wake up, and you'll be sent back to Earth where you will wake up in your bed. Please be strong and resilient in your life, okay? Please never forget about me!", she said, smiling..."I will miss you, Ahmad...", she said, blushing.

"Wait, Nozomi! I... I would like to kiss you before we say goodbye to each other", he said, blushing, "Can I...?", he asked, a bit anxious.

"Your breath stinks of my farts", she said, kinda ruining the atmosphere, "spray this mint in your mouth and swallow it, then se can kiss", she said, giving him a spray bottle. He sprayed that inside his mouth and it tasted like fresh mint, and his breath didn't stink anymore.

"Can we kiss now?", he asked, still blushing a bit. "Sure!", she replied, smiling happily.

Their lips started getting closer to each other until they touched, the warm sensation of Nozomi's lips filled Ahmad's mind with blissful pleasure and heavenly happiness. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy this beautiful moment as much as he could.

However, as soon as he opened his eyes again, waking up on his bed at around 4 A. M.

His first immediate, instinctive reaction was to feel very disappointed that beautiful day he spent with Nozomi, the restaurant, the facefarting, the kissing and all those beautiful things, fun and pleasure were just a dream inspired by the girl he hallucinated the evening before, it called itself 'Nozomi'.

"(Wait a moment, though... should I really feel disappointed that it was 'just a dream'? What are dreams in the first place? Could it be that Nozomi was right when she said I shouldn't worry about it since there's not much difference between 'real' and 'not real' and that as far as I know, my whole life could be an illusion, a dream, or someone else's dream? Or maybe I'm part of a story written by someone in another reality and people are reading this story about my life and my dream of tonight as a form of entertainment?)", he thought, starting to feel disturbed at that last thought, "(Nevermind. I will never know. I should just feel happy that at least I experienced a day like that, no matter whether it was 'real' or 'not')", he thought, smiling happily.

Dawn was yet to come, and as he has to every day, it was time for the morning prayer with his family to celebrate the dawn and the sunrise of a new day. Praying five times a day, for his whole life, yet the world was still a horrible place full of hate, negativity, hostility, cruelty, misery and pain, even after over 1,300 years of people praying. He found all these prayers, these rigid movements and dogmatic rituals to be useless when people could spend their time in a more productive way and actually trying to improve the world instead of praying five times a day, every day, for their entire lives. He secretly didn't believe in the religion of his country, but he couldn't tell that to anyone, since not believing in that religion in a country ruled by it means you are an "infidel" according to that religion and you will be either killed, jailed, or just receive corporal punishment such as lashes. He didn't want to face those consequences so he pretended he was a believer of that religion, even though that meant living a fake life with a heavy mask that got heavier and more unbearable each day that passed. There is also another "religion" Ahmad did not believe in. One that calls you "mentally ill" if your mind happens to work in a way that is not approved by this religion. The punishment for being "mentally ill" is being forced to ingest harmful substances every day for years, decades, or even your entire life until these toxic chemicals will kill you. Ahmad does not believe in these two religions that are very dominant in his planet. He understood that what the 21st century man ignorantly calls "mental illness" is most surely something else entirely, something that can't be currently well understood since the human civilization is still at the very early beginning. Humans still don't know pretty much anything about the Universe. Dark energy and dark matter are impossible to know, to see, to understand or interact with, yet they make up around 95% of the Universe. The remaining 5% of the Universe is the ordinary matter humans interact with every day, electromagnetic radiation and some more stuff. Even this 5%, humans barely know what it is or how it works. As humans always do throughout history, they try to explain things they don't understand with their own myths and beliefs, "mental illness" being one of them. Not to mention "kufr", the disbelief in the religion, a concept that made Ahmad want to laugh at human stupidity but he couldn't since that would mean trouble for him. As a "mentally ill" person and secretly an "infidel", life was extremely tough and stressful for Ahmad. He was stranded on a planet where he didn't belong, trapped on a hostile planet with no way out and no possibility of escape. If he had the chance, he would permanently move to Nozomi's planet and live there permanently, even though even that planet had its own set of issues, for example the food. He shivered in fear as he remembered the Distorpors.

Once the morning prayer was finished, Ahmad told his dad that he was going outside a little bit, just to take some fresh air, and that he shouldn't worry because he would just stay in front of the main door for a bit, take some fresh air then he would come back inside. His dad granted him permission but said he would keep an eye on him just to make sure.

Ahmad opened the door of his house, and the grey morning sky was getting brighter. The traffic and the smog were not too bad yet. He looked up at the grey sky, wondering where Nozomi's planet was really located, somewhere far away. Imprisoned on the surface of a horrible world, Ahmad wanted to find a way out, and was starting to feel hopeless, with no possibility of ever living somewhere else. He decided to start seeing things more positively. Perhaps it was a good thing that he lived on a really bad planet, and surviving day after day, month after month, year after year. He thought the negativity of the world he lived in gave him the opportunity to be stronger and develop mental resilience. He thought he would had grown up weak and fragile if he lived in a world full of pleasure and happiness all the time. He smiled, as he was feeling an odd sense of pride and glory. He was feeling... happy? Until a voice inside his head got angry at him for that.

"How can you realistically be happy in a horrible world? Especially with this poison they're putting into your body every single day! Don't be so naive, accept the suffering forever..."

//SYNTAX ERROR: VARIABLE 'happiness' NOT FOUND IN THIS REALITY\\COMPATIBILITY_MODE¶LOADING

"His heartbeats are decreasing" - "We need more oxygen" - "He needs urgent intensive care"

He woke up on a bed in a hospital, with an oxygen mask on his face.

"What... happened...?", Ahmad asked, weak and confused.

"Your father called the ambulance. He told us you went outside your house to breathe some fresh air, you looked up to the sky, you smiled for no reason, and you fainted. As the ambulance arrived, we confirmed you had a heart attack. Luckily you survived. We need you to stay in the hospital for a while so we can check your health and confirm whether it was an isolated case or whether you are developing a chronic heart disease. Now try to sleep and get some rest", said the doctor.

"Wait!", said Ahmad.

"What?", asked the doctor.

"Could it be that the heart attack was caused by the antipsychotics and mood stabilizers that I take every day?", he asked.

"Of course not!", said the doctor, positively sure, "Many people develop heart disease without ever taking any psychiatric medication, and many people take psychiatric medication without ever developing any heart disease. There is no correlation! Now try to get some rest..."

Ahmad thought the doctor was really bad at logical reasoning but obviously couldn't say so because it would had been disrespectful. Before trying to sleep again, Ahmad thought how strong and resilient he was, he felt proud of himself, dealing with this harsh world like a brave warrior. He was surprised as he heard Nozomi's voice again.

"I knew you could handle this! You are so strong, my hero! I will always believe in you, you can do it! I'm so proud of you! I love you! ", said Nozomi, or at least, he heard this with Nozomi's face. He felt very proud of himself, of his bravery, strength, and resilience. Nozomi's compliments made him feel happy, which caused yet another syntax error. This one was fatal.

Being happy in a horrible world? How dare he! Everyone will pay for his mistake! Did he really think he could just simply

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