Its Ya Boi, Emisy

We see Emisyl trying to open a jar of pickles in middle of the city.

He then looks at the narrator and gives a bad look but goes back opening the

jar anyways.

(Munch)

Well about Emisyl... whos is he you ask?

He was just a young boy when he was chosen by the Gods.

He had an awful backstory that would make everyone cry.

His pet fish....

died of drowning...

(Dinosaurs laugh in the background)

Also, he had a dog.

"Woof woof" the dog says.

The dog then starts standing with his two legs and speaks

"Yes I am the dog, hope you enjoy the story" and

finishes it with a thumbs up.

Actually, Emisyl didn't have a depressing backstory.

He was a 21 year old unemployed man thinking he's still living as

a teenager.

"Hey, stop!" Emisyl talks to the narrator with a deadly stare.

"What's the problem? I'm just stating facts" says the Narrator.

Emisyl stands up as he glares at the narrator.

He hangs out with young people around 13-16 and pretends he's at the same

age when the truth is his height is just too small that

he can pretend to be one.

"I'm not even small, I'm 6'1" Emisyl responds.

"Well, ok. That's decent I'm sorry" I say.

"Get off that microphone and I'm gonna beat your ass" furiously spoken by

Emisyl.

By the fact that I am in charge of this scene, I punished him by summoning

arms and slapping him furiously.

"I'ark gonna take you over someday" says Emisyl.

"You could, I'll be part of your journey as I am the narrator, not the writer" I say.

I then pat his head and whispers him.

"When you continue this path and you get stronger, we will meet again" I added

as I return his conciousness back to his physical body.

I hereby then removed Emisyl's memories as I'm about to put him to a new

journey.

Suddenly, an old man's voice echoed.

He was wearing a buttoned shirt with flower designs and is wearing glasses

as if he was from a beach.

He flashes his gold teeth then starts to speak.

"Heyy! Emy! Ya' talkin' to the air again I see" says the Old man.

Despite Emisyl feeling stunned for a moment, he immediately replied as

if nothing weird happened.

He raises his hands and greets back the old man.

"Oh hey Mr. Jarkoff" he says.

He then performs an odd dance.

"Wassup mayne!" he adds.

Mr. Jarkoff then pats his shoulders and speaks as he looks at Emi.

"Ya better stop sniffin' them things and get ya' self a job" says Mr. Jarkoff.

"Well, I tried" says Emisyl with a sad face.

Mr Jarkoff slightly changes tune with a bit of anger then speaks.

"Ya, Ya, Ya. I tried so hard and get so far, like a f.u.c.kin' song mate.

Work ya' a.s.s off dumbass" he says.

Emisyl then raises his head and looks at Mr. Jarkoff in the eyes.

"Do you have any suggestions for me?" says Emisyl.

"Hmm..." Mr Jarkoff thinks.

He noticed that Emisyl's eyes were flashing and getting bigger for some reason.

"You have an idea sir?" says Emisyl.

(This silly boy) Mr. Jarkoff speaks on his head.

"Ah ya, I found a job for you" says Mr Jarkoff.

"Blowjob" he adds.

"Goddamn it, old man" says Emisyl.

"huak-huak-hakh-hakhakhak" Mr Jarkoff walks away and laughs in the distance.

"Oh man, I need to get my a.s.s worked up. What should I do" Emisyl speaks to himself.

He looks around for signs.

"Looking for Astrologist" sign says.

"Nope. Can't do that" he says.

He then looks for another sign.

"Looking for massage therapist"

"Welp, that could work" he responds on himself as he slowly walks.

As he walks closer he notices something.

"Male genitals"

"Give me a break" he says as he walks away.

He then looks around more and found more signs.

"Looking for quantum physics expert"

"Looking for myself, crying face"

"Looking for pole dancer"

Emisyl then figures out that there could be one that fits him.

"Wait"

"Looking for pole dancer? That could work"

Emisyl then decides to enter the bar.

He immediately saw a big man who he recognized.

"Oh hey!" he greets immediately and comes closer to the big man.

"What are you doing here Master Blait? Aren't you a blacksmith" he adds.

The man then drags Emisyl in the corner immediately.

"Woah, woah man calm down" says Emisyl.

Blait then holds Emisyl against the wall by his shoulders and whispers.

"This is my sideline. My blacksmith business is going downhill" says

Blait.

"Ohh..." Emisyl reacts.

"Why are you here anyways?" Blait asks.

"I saw a sign. Haha" Emisyl speaks with a fake laugh.

"Pole dancer?" Blait asks.

Emisyl looks away then speaks.

"Yeah..." he says.

"That's why schools are created, you gotta have education my man.

Now you're here trying to become a pole dancer" says Blait.

"Its a skill though, like dancing on stick. Oh cmon man" says Emisyl.

"Yeah, sure" Blait sarcastically responds.

"Can you help me mate?" Emisyl asks.

"Well apparently, I own this bar so uh... I could" Blait responds.

"Alright" Emisyl looked happy.

"Gay night is on saturdays so... bring yourself tommorow night" says Blait.

"Gotcha" Emisyl shakes hand with Blait then slowly walks away.

As he walks away, Blait shouts.

"Don't forget to improve your dancing skills buddy" he says then

he laughs at the distance.

Emisyl gave a thumbs up as he fake smiles.

He then goes out of the bar.

As he go out, he saw an old man wearing a medieval helm and had

a kung-fu master beard.

He doesn't recognize if it was looking at him but it was facing him.

Emisyl then starts calling the old man.

"Hey?" he calls in questioning tone as he faces the old man.

"Finally, I found you. You are the chosen one" says the old man.

"Ah yeah, great" Emisyl appreciates.

Suddenly, a young man walks close to the old man.

He seem to be 16 years old.

"Hello" says the kid.

"You are the chosen one" says the old man.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks for this cool sword" says the kid as he

wh.i.p.s out and swings his sword.

Emisyl was just there staring awkwardly as the two talks.

The kid then gives an odd looking material on the old man.

"This is the first fragment, it was hard fought but I did it" says the

boy.

"Oh, this is supposed to be the last one. How did you get it?" says the

Old man.

"Well, Nana. The girl who guards them seemed to like me so he gave it for

free" says the kid.

The old man seemed to be Nana.

"So, you didn't use the sword?" says Nana.

"Yes, I didn't" says the kid.

The old man then starts to blush as he points his finger on his lips.

He then holds the boy's hand.

"This old man gay" says Emisyl on his head.

"I doubt you didn't do anything" says Nana.

"Well... I actually did something" says the kid.

"They fuc" says Emisyl on his head as he giggles.

Nana then noticed Emisyl standing and giggling.

"Why are you here? This is none of your business" says Nana

as he faces on Emisyl.

"Yeah its none of my business but I can call the cops" says Emisyl.

"For what?" Nana asks.

"You're talking to an underaged boy" says Emisyl.

"I didn't do anything" says Nana.

Emisyl then looks at Nana's hands.

Nana immediately removes them.

"Ok, just stay there" says Nana.

"Anyways" Nana adds as he goes back talking to the boy.

"What did you do?" Nana asks.

"I *bleep* the guard" says the boy.

"Oh my..." says Nana as he blushes.

"How old are you?" Emisyl asks the boy.

"I'm 27" says the boy.

Everyone got surprised.

"For real? what the" Emisyl reacts.

The boy then gives his ID card.

Emisyl then reads the ID card.

"Murasyl Candles hmm... 1992"

"He's really 27"

"What!? Ok give me that" says Nana.

He immediately takes it out of Emisyl's hand.

"Oh..." says Nana as he is focused on reading the ID card.

"Don't worry, he's legal" says Emisyl.

The old man then faces on Emisyl and talks.

"Then you can now go away" says Nana.

"Nah, I'll listen" says Emisyl.

"Why?" says Nana.

"Coz' I can" he responds.

Nana then pauses and looks at the boy and almost started to speak.

Suddenly, he felt somewhat violent and looks at Emisyl and speaks.

"What if I-" Nana got interrupted.

Emisyl shows his abs and flexes his muscles despite looking skinny

because of his shirt.

Nana then goes back talking to the boy.

"Ok so, you did something to uh... the guard" Nana says then blushes.

He then stops blushing then adds.

"You have 9 more left" says Nana.

"Where can I find the next one?" says Murasyl.

"At the Temple of Tempest. Just at the far right of this town" says Nana.

"Temple of tempest? that's dangerous" says Emisyl.

"Don't worry, I trained him" says Nana.

"But there's a predator roaming that place. The Crypt Brawler" Emisyl responds.

"My neighbor was killed by it" he adds.

"Don't worry, he's trained" Nana insists.

"Alright"

Emisyl then pats Murasyl's head.

"Good luck buddy"

"Thanks" Murasyl appreciates.

"I'll be leaving now, I had fun with you guys" says Emisyl as he walks away.

Murasyl then waves a goodbye to the Old man.

As Emisyl walks away, he looks back at the old man.

It suddenly vanished as it leaves particles.

"Odd" says Emisyl.

"Suddenly, we're doing magical shit in the era of technology" he adds as he picks

up his phone and looked at his social media.

"Oh boy, My profile picture got 600 likes. Sick abs there Emy" he praises himself.

Finally, Emisyl reaches home.

He looks at home and sees photo of his family.

He wipes the photo and looks around at his house.

"Oh you're still alive" a voice echoes.

It was his father going down the stairs.

"Just cleaned the frame" says Emisyl.

"Come eat, son" says his father as he holds Emisyl's shoulders.

He then took him to the living room.

He witnessed his mother and little sister eating already.

Emisyl then ate with the family and they talked about if he already found a job.

"I did" says Emisyl.

"Congratulations!" says his mother.

"Grats bro!" says his little sister.

"Thanks" he replied.

After they're done eating, Emisyl goes to sleep and

hope for the best by tommorow.