Material: Water Has Been Added To Your Object List

‘*sigh* One more problem to deal with is added to my ongoing list. There’s a fundamental problem with me learning too much because if my imagination ever gets out of check which it undoubtedly will there’s more of a chance I’ll be fucked. For example, let's say that I never learned the properties of anything then there would be no problem and I would just make some gnarly scenarios, but they would only be mere illusions. But let's say I learned the properties of a rock and then let's say I daydreamed about a meteor coming straight for Earth. It would be a catastrophe. That’s why I can’t learn things most people can in this world.' Creating stuff is easy after it is registered in my Object List almost too easy. Its as if a new part of my mind is opened up and a new animalistic instinct is formed; whatever I want is at the command of my imagination. If whatever I want is made of water and fake blood of course.

“Don’t keep me waiting Newbie you won’t like me when I’m angry.” His voice sounds deep and loud in this metal container of a room. I just sigh a little and get to work; it's not like he's wrong it is my fault that there is blood everywhere.

I can’t see where anything is making it hard to aim, but that doesn’t really matter to me because my power knows no limits. My imagination might be that of an old man’s but it is still easy to imagine things up; it never really gets harder it just seems like that because life gets more and more dreadful. I imagine a huge hose of water shooting out water in front of me hyper-pressurized like the one in the videos I saw on Yuptube when I was bored. The sound of a huge water jet appeared in front of me resounding through my head as if a flooded dam was suddenly opened. I feel the prickles of the water on my skin but I continue imagining the water in my head. I am the jet stream at the ground but make sure to get the walls too. Last time I experimented with blood I ended up getting my whole room messy from top to bottom.

If I lose concentration the jet will stop. But still thoughts like ‘What would happen if I imagined a great big oce-’ Nope, don’t go down that road Tom! I'm just saying thoughts plague my mind incessantly. It’s so hard to concentrate for that reason. Not really tiring or mentally draining but it’s just hard to imagine something in your head and focus on it. It’s like trying to imagine your mom’s face and then trying to draw the face in your head. You can see your mom’s head perfectly but when you try to draw her suddenly she becomes a jumble of shapes.

“Hey kid bring it down a notch you’re gonna blast a hole in the wall!” He yells out but his voice is muffled out by the sound of the water jet.

“Huh? Bring it up a notch?” I didn’t realize this place is that big no wonder his voice echoes so loudly. I imagine the water shooting out faster and the illusionary hose becoming slimmer effectively pressuring the water harder forward.

“Kid stop it your about to bre-!”

“What are you trying to tell me it’s too loud in here?!”

“...Water!...”

“If you say so!” I imagine the water going even faster. ‘There must be a lot of blood for me to need to make this much water.’ I change direction every once in a while to make sure to get all of it. *Creak* What’s that? *CREEEEAAAAK!* *Boom* suddenly light floods into the room and I am once again blinded by a really bright light. Shielding my eyes I look down. I’m gonna be blind by the end of this I swear.

“Dude what the fuck why did you tell me I needed to make more water?!”

“Newbie what the fuck I told you to stop why’d you keep going?! We’re so fucked, we are so absolutely screwed to oblivion! When Corty comes down for breakfast she’ll see this and eat us for lunch!” I look over to see a man that appeared to be either in his twenties or late teens, with a scar dragging down from behind his ear and to his Adam's apple. He sports a mop of a haircut and a scrappy beard and he is quite short looking to only being around five seven. He appeared to work out a lot though, probably cause he’s insecure or something.

My eyes grow used to the glaring light a little bit and I look through the hole I created in the side of what appeared to a be a storage unit. I look out and see what appears to be a humongous cafeteria which had two floors. There were rows and rows of plain metal tables that were painted black or some other dark color. The food pick up had a simple concession stand type of build and the roof is decked out with fans and a lot of ventilation tubes. It appeared A/C was an important necessity here. ‘How many people stay here for them to need a huge place like this?” I look around more and notice that all the doors that I can see with my limited perspective have signs above them. Probably indicating where they lead to, but it’s too dark to see what they say.

“This place is massive.” I say in partial disbelief. I knew they had huge buildings like this in this world but something about this place still leaves me awe inspired. Even the king's castle back in my world didn’t have a ceiling this high or a food court this big.

“Kid you don’t even know the half of it. Now please can you use...whatever your fucking power is and fix the wall before we get anally raped by Corty and Damien!” Someone has a stick up their ass, goddamn.

“I could create an illusion but that probably wouldn’t look right and unless you know what this is made out of I don’t have any possibility of fixing that hole. So we are just gonna have to hole up and chill out.” As I speak the air in the room becomes frigid and my body instantly freezes. My body freezes in place and my feet are held firmly to the ground by the newly formed ice.

A realization dawns on me and my eyes open for the first time since I’ve been here. This fucking bastard, this foul fucking bastard who could eat his own dick for all I care. He's the one who made this room freezing not the A/C! He's the type of person to freeze a fucking five year old in a weird storage unit!

“How can you be so sarcastic kid?! It shouldn’t be possible! How can your brain be so numb and screwy? Are you special or something?! Don’t you realize our punishment is going to be ten times worse than this? So stop joking around and do something about this wall!” The freak’s teeth gnash almost to the point of him looking crazy but I don’t give a shit. This fucker made me freeze. He wasn’t in her because he was in trouble he’s in here because he’s my punishment. This fucker is the reason I can’t move right now.

“I-I s-suggest you...l-let off y-your power. I m-may l-let y-you live.” My entire life I've been stomped on and tortured and manipulated and fucked over and so many other things! I'm done with it! I thought this whole government thing could have been cool but no! They just had to go and fuck up my life for me!

“You think you have the authority to tell me what to do!” The air drops another level of coldness.

“I s-said.” I get cut short by the temperature dropping even colder effectively freezing my mouth shut with my mouth. The pain of my skin literally shrinking around me sinks in and tears of fury slide down my cheeks only to turn to ice a split second later. I imagine a pressurized jet of water again but this time smaller than the last one. This time it is not difficult to concentrate on it. I have a single focus this time. I imagine it shrinking, getting smaller and smaller until it is about the size of a pinhole and I put an insane amount of speed and force into the water I conjure. The water forms around me in a spinning cone with the water jet coming out from the very tip. I made sure to imagine as much water as I could and compacted into a very small area. I made sure he will feel pain.

I shoot the compressed water out at the fugly man lightning fast leaving him no time to react. But something strange happened. As if it was frozen in time the water jet stopped mid-air and froze into an icicle. It plopped to the ground and shattered.

“What do you think you're doing shooting at me with something dangerous like that Newbie? Your an idiot if you think something like a water jet is going to work on me I fucking control temperature you dumbass! Yes I freaked out a little yes, but that doesn’t warrant attempted homicide now does it, so just calm down before I really get pissed.” His voice grew deeper and on some level I wanted to listen to him, but I could feel the anger bubbling up in me. A fierce wave of discontent roared through me.

I just wanted to get out of my new mom’s hair and in succession of that I’ve ended up in what seems like a fucking internment camp. Did I really ruin her life that bad?

No! I don’t deserve this not any of it; not a single bit yet here I am. A forty-five year old man in a five year olds body three seconds away from dropping a fucking tsunami on someone who made me cold for a day and a half. My grief should have ended with my death, and yet I still live, and yet I still go on while Annette is gone. So much hatred rises up from my gut; hatred I didn’t even know I had. I can tell this situation doesn’t call for me to be this angry but my pent up emotions release like an open floodgate.

Am I really going to murder this guy because he made me cold?

‘...’

I imagine a ball of water around the grown man’s head and imagine new water appearing there as the old water pours onto the ground. He starts clawing at his face as if trying to pull the water away from his mouth but his fingers find no grip as the water absorbs his hand. I stand there staring at him still frozen just like he had left me. My mind almost blanking out from the coldness. He starts evaporating the water around his head extremely fastly but it’s no problem. I imagine water filling up his lungs and his throat instead of a bubble around his head. This time the water comes spewing out of his mouth and he throws it up but I don’t relent. I continue to imagine water filling his lungs, so no matter how much water he coughs up he can’t fully spew it all out. He tries to scream but his voice is muffled. Water starts pouring out his nose and eyes like an open faucet. I fill him up with even more water. Looking at his face it's not quite satisfaction I feel. He’s just one of them. He’s one of those evil people, he's like a noble who manipulates and controls. He’s the problem. He needs to be removed. Water rockets out of his ears almost comically, but the water turns red dyed by his blood. His figure slumps to the ground no longer struggling with watered down blood dripping out of his mouth. I stand there frozen looking at what I had done to the man. This time he’s the one who has gone cold. Dead cold.

"Hahaha!...Hahahahahahahah!...AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I’m still frozen in place but my body feels hot for some reason. It feels like one of my nightmares. It feels so terrifying. So exciting!

I stood there frozen not contemplating a single thing I had done; waiting for day time to come and someone to find me.

‘I surely am fucked.” Little did I know that meant two things to me.