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04-21-2021, 06:17 AM


Oswald sat upon his large office chair, in his factory's overseer box, grumbling to himself, fingers interlocked across his chin, thumbs pressing under it underneath the well groomed beard.

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He was angry at the way BOB was going on. Betrayed, even. How dare they even think so little of him. Had he not been a benevolent leader? Had he not allowed them to play around, invite anyone they wanted? For fuck's sake, he even let in a sentient right hand and Herschel Kiss, but Oswald, he was no different. After all, he let in Big Preesh. The man was die hard BOB, even before he was let in. How could he not let loyalty like that into the fold?

All that he asked for, was respect. Respect that he would dissolve his leadership and let it be a group decision on what happened to the group, if only they had come to him like the businessman he is. BOB needed a guiding hand, which is why he took the reigns from the Graves controlled Miss Fury. They needed someone like Oswald. They needed a person who would right the ship, so to speak, and guide it calmly into championship territories. He felt like he was doing exactly that. He felt like he had given the people of BOB exactly what they needed, what they wanted, and gave them the encouragement that they sorely needed after having someone like Graves at the helm

To be thrown aside, Oswald was silently fuming. The darkness he controlled seemingly seeping out of him, giving the big man a black aura of sorts around him. Page. Page was the reason why BOB was going the way it is now. He poisoned their minds against him. He twisted them around his fucking fingers and they fell hook line and sinker. Now they decided to kneel before Doc?! The hypocrisy! The audacity! They threw leadership aside, only for a new leader?! They can say all they fucking want about there being no leader in BOB, but they fawn over Doctor D'Ville. They bent the knee to him. Oswald knew what leadership under the good Doctor was like, they didn't. The Phoenix remembers, and clawed itself from that hell, to become champion since. Three championship reigns, a Hart title reign, and X-Treme champion, twice. Now he was the Billion Dollar Champion, and after a bit of good lawyering and a good bit of money, he made sure Solace knew that she wasn't the champion, even in name or on the books. She refused to hold the title. She refused to defend it. So, the belt remained and Oswald was still the Billion Dollar Champ.

His life was significantly better without the Doctor in it. Did Oswald hold ill will towards the man? No. However, he vowed that he would never succumb to being led around by Doc ever again, in any shape or form. Kneeling felt like submission to the Doctor yet again, which is why he refused. For that transgression, the group began to treat Oswald like a leper, only calling on him for money, only for when they need bodies to help them take their titles, to fuck with their opponents. He was nothing but a tool to them.

All of this swirled in the big man's head, and that darkness grew and grew, getting bigger and bigger. The aura made Oswald look as if he had sprouted many tentacles that swayed behind his back.

"The time will come, when they need their patron and they will look behind them, and no longer will they see me. They will be left in the dirt without their tool, and find themselves working to the bone with their own bleeding, bare hands."

He whispered, barely moving his mouth. He didn't move from his spot, at all. His brain constantly thinking, his eyes darting all over his factory floor. He saw someone collapse to the ground. One of his servants went to the person, and brought it to him. The overseer's box air conditioned, perfectly kept at a nice, cool 68 degrees Fahrenheit. The servants relayed to Oswald that the person had perished, worked to death. So, slowly he moved his right hand from his chin, and snapped his fingers and one of those tendrils from his back slammed into the body of the dead overworked "employee", aka a person who signed their soul away, get what they wanted, but paid the price. The dead body writhing around as if the black spectral tendril was rummaging around the entire carcass, but soon, the body slowly faded away and the soul was placed into his left hand. A tiny representation of the recently deceased was now upon his palm, and they looked at him.

"I... see..."

"Never make a contract with the Devil. You'll always get what you want, but at a steep price, child. Now, it's time to welcome you to your new home."

He stood up and one of those tendril grasped the soul as he made the motions of using his fingers to stab into the air, only to tear it apart, showing off the abyss. He walked through the portal he had created and it slowly closed up, as if the air was stitching itself back together, where Oswald would begin to disappear from sight.

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