I'm tired. So, so tired. You know, I used to think that my job as a line cook was tiring and wearing me out, and boy, am I ever regretting these thoughts. Just a few days ago, I would watch the news on TV, seeing all the chaos going on across the world, thinking how glad I was that Towa City was still safe. Oh, how quaint that seems now. It's been three days since the city fell to total anarchy. It happened so quickly—one moment, I'm standing in the kitchen trying not to fuck up, the next thing I know, there's screaming coming from the restaurant, and within a few moments, somebody bursts in yelling that they're all dead. Well, let it be said that if I am one thing, I am quick to decide that I need to get the fuck out, so I bailed and never looked back. And so now I'm quietly trying to stalk the back alleys of Towa City, trying to dodge killer robots in the form of black and white bears. However, since I haven't slept ever since that moment and have spent every waking moment on high alert, exhaustion is beginning to catch up to me. But for now, I feel a bit safer than usual in this quiet alley, so maybe I can just shut my eyes for a moment... nothing bad will happen, right...?
When I wake up, I find myself in a bed. The sudden change in surroundings has my mind firing on all cylinders again—did I get kidnapped somehow? Am I dead? Where is this place? So lost in my thoughts am I that it takes me several moments to even notice I'm not alone in this room—a young guy is leaning against the wall, looking at me. His hair is disheveled and white, of all colors, and he's wearing a chain around his neck for some reason. "Ah, you're awake. Welcome to your new home, Ultimate," he says, apparently completely unaware that that simple sentence just throws up several more questions for me.
Still, I need to ask questions to get answers, and right now, the first one I have in mind is straightforward. "Wh-Who are you?"
The man simply shakes his head and smiles before replying, "Me? Oh, my name's not really important. After all... I'm just a lowly servant." A servant, eh? I suppose I now have something to call him, even if it's not a name. He continues, "You've been asleep for quite some time, but that's only natural... with the riots, it must have been tiring to just try and stay alive. I had the terrible luck of getting captured by those kids, but that's beside the point. You wouldn't want to hear about someone as common as me, anyway."
Kids? I try to remember, and I feel like there was some sort of TV broadcast at the beginning of the anarchy where some kids were involved, but I just can't focus. Everything is such a haze of adrenaline and fear. Instead, I ask another pressing question, "What did you just call me? Ultimate?"
He smiles, though it's a labored smile. It's only now that I realize just how sickly he looks, like he's got some sort of chronic disease that's killing him or something. "Why, yes, of course! Don't you know? You're the Ultimate Line Cook! Hope's Peak Academy has... had scouted your talent and was planning to turn you into a great hope for the nation before, well, all this... how lucky that someone as insignificant as me is able to save such a great person!" he explains, and I wrack my brain for details. Hope's Peak, the name rings a bell... wasn't there some guy from that place at the restaurant I used to work at a few months ago? He took down our names and contact info, but I thought it was just a formality of some kind. Did they actually plan on recruiting me, some random shlub, for something? It sounds so wrong, but this guy seems to know what he's talking about. Either that, or he's insane. Or both.
"So... what does all this mean for me?" I ask, still not quite sure what exactly his plan is.
The servant steps closer and takes my hand in his. "Why, your humble servant is going to keep you safe. And once all the chaos topside has started to subside, you're going to be the hope that vanquishes the horrible despair that has gripped the world! I won't be here all the time, as I do have other things to do, but this bunker is set up with state-of-the-art survival gear and is stocked to the brim with everything one could need! Obviously, an Ultimate such as yourself should want for nothing!" he fawns, a slightly unhinged look in his eye. "And, well, if it should please an Ultimate, then I could also give you intimacy... if a loser such as myself is capable of satisfying you, then I would love to debase myself for you!"
OK, now things are starting to get out of hand. I mean, he is kinda pretty... but this just isn't right! "W-Wait... you don't have to do that..." I protest, but he doesn't seem deterred.
"Oh, so humble, as expected of an Ultimate! But it's OK, if my worthless self can bring you some pleasure, why, that would be the highest honor. So there's no need to be shy..." he replies, reaching up to caress my cheek. His touch is soft and loving, and I can't shake the feeling he genuinely considers me to be someone special. It's only now that I've focused on his hands that I realize he's wearing a large mitten on one of his hands, and once I realize that, he actually removes that mitten. But as his other hand is revealed, I'm shocked to see what is quite clearly a woman's hand. And he notices my trepidation, holding my hand with his. "No worries... it's just a prosthetic. Can't be too picky with those these days, have to take what you can get. Let's not focus on that, OK? Let's focus on what this insignificant little worm can do for you..." he says, his voice soft and soothing.
Before I can even formulate a response, he begins to undress, casting off garments like it's nothing. Just like that, he then stands naked before me, his slim body suddenly being strangely attractive to me. "You... I... I mean, I..." I stammer, speechless. Something about his nude body combined with the chain hanging around his neck is incredibly appealing, and I know he knows that.
Sure enough, he slides onto the bed next to me, his hands caressing my body before his attention moves to the bulge in my pants. "Ah, you're excited, good. Just let your servant take care of your worries, OK? I'll make your hope shine as bright as the sun, to eventually vanquish the horrible despair gripping this world..." he murmurs before pressing his lips against mine carefully.