2025-02-25, 03:06 PM - Word count: 764
It was an ordinary afternoon for Mobek, just like any other day. He woke up at 1 PM, groggily checking his phone for any messages that might disrupt his routine. None. He sighed, cracked his neck, and lazily rolled out of bed. The hunger pangs hit almost immediately, but before anything else, he needed to get to training, of course, he’d be late, as usual.
As he made his way to the training ground, a sense of deep, unshakable calm washed over him. It was like the universe didn’t even care if he showed up or not. When he finally arrived at the pitch, he got the usual shout from the manager about his lateness. He shrugged, still wearing his worn-out flip-flops and carrying a greasy fast-food bag in hand.
“Whatever,” he muttered under his breath, munching on a burger as he took his place in goal.
Training was the usual mess. Mobek wasn’t particularly good at drills, his reflexes a bit sluggish and his posture sloppy. But when the ball came his way, he made an impossible save. With minimal effort, his huge hands swatted the ball away, leaving his teammates stunned and slightly frustrated. They all wondered how this lazy man was still the starting keeper, but he didn’t care.
And then, that’s when it happened.
From the depths of the pitch, a dark and powerful presence made itself known. The air grew thick, as if the very fabric of reality was warping. Mobek, mid-burger, squinted towards the center of the field. Out of the shadows, a figure emerged, tall, hulking, and with an aura that screamed madness.
It was Terminus Ultimus.
Mobek blinked a few times. Was he dreaming? Did he need a nap? No, this was real.
“YOU DARE ENTER MY DOMAIN?” Terminus roared, his voice like a thunderclap. "YOU STAND IN THE PATH OF THE END, MORTAL."
Mobek chewed thoughtfully. He didn’t respond right away. He was more curious than anything else. What did this guy want? Some kind of existential showdown? Terminus’ eyes glowed with fiery rage, but Mobek was unmoved.
"Yo, calm down, man," Mobek said between bites. "I’m just here to do my job, stop balls from going in. Not interested in whatever... this is about. I’ll let you have your fun, I’m good, you know?”
Terminus took a step forward, his presence shaking the ground beneath him. “I AM TERMINUS ULTIMUS. I BEND THE WORLD TO MY WILL. YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH!”
Mobek took a swig of his soda and looked up at him lazily. “Look, I get it, you’re real intense and all that, but I’m just trying to get through today. Maybe you can give me a break? I’ve got a game later, and, uh... yeah, can’t afford to be too stressed.”
Terminus paused, the fury in his eyes flickering for just a moment. He studied Mobek, this strange, apathetic figure who seemed unfazed by his cosmic wrath. “You... are not like the others,” Terminus growled. “You defy everything I know.”
“Well, yeah, that’s me,” Mobek shrugged. “Defy the rules, eat junk, make saves. Pretty simple life.”
Terminus stood still for a long moment, his mind seemingly racing with thoughts that no mortal could comprehend. Then, as if making a decision, he tilted his head.
“You... are a paradox,” Terminus said slowly. “You should have fallen long ago. Yet here you stand, defying fate itself. I shall let you live—for now.”
Mobek nodded, finishing his burger, and gave a lazy smile. “Cool. Anyway, you might wanna chill a bit. You look like you need a nap or something.”
Terminus’ dark energy simmered, but there was a strange sense of respect in his eyes now. He turned slowly and began to fade back into the shadows, his presence still powerful but somehow subdued.
“Enjoy your... life, Mobek. But know this: I will never forget your defiance.”
Mobek shrugged again, not even glancing back. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Take care, buddy. Enjoy your... whatever you do.”
And with that, Terminus vanished, leaving Mobek alone on the pitch. He stretched, tossed the empty fast food bag aside, and jogged over to his teammates.
"Well, that was weird," Mobek muttered as he joined the rest of the squad. "Anyway, who’s got the snacks for after training?”
His teammates just stared at him, unsure of what had just happened. But Mobek didn’t care. He was back in his element. And as usual, nothing could disrupt his routine.
As he made his way to the training ground, a sense of deep, unshakable calm washed over him. It was like the universe didn’t even care if he showed up or not. When he finally arrived at the pitch, he got the usual shout from the manager about his lateness. He shrugged, still wearing his worn-out flip-flops and carrying a greasy fast-food bag in hand.
“Whatever,” he muttered under his breath, munching on a burger as he took his place in goal.
Training was the usual mess. Mobek wasn’t particularly good at drills, his reflexes a bit sluggish and his posture sloppy. But when the ball came his way, he made an impossible save. With minimal effort, his huge hands swatted the ball away, leaving his teammates stunned and slightly frustrated. They all wondered how this lazy man was still the starting keeper, but he didn’t care.
And then, that’s when it happened.
From the depths of the pitch, a dark and powerful presence made itself known. The air grew thick, as if the very fabric of reality was warping. Mobek, mid-burger, squinted towards the center of the field. Out of the shadows, a figure emerged, tall, hulking, and with an aura that screamed madness.
It was Terminus Ultimus.
Mobek blinked a few times. Was he dreaming? Did he need a nap? No, this was real.
“YOU DARE ENTER MY DOMAIN?” Terminus roared, his voice like a thunderclap. "YOU STAND IN THE PATH OF THE END, MORTAL."
Mobek chewed thoughtfully. He didn’t respond right away. He was more curious than anything else. What did this guy want? Some kind of existential showdown? Terminus’ eyes glowed with fiery rage, but Mobek was unmoved.
"Yo, calm down, man," Mobek said between bites. "I’m just here to do my job, stop balls from going in. Not interested in whatever... this is about. I’ll let you have your fun, I’m good, you know?”
Terminus took a step forward, his presence shaking the ground beneath him. “I AM TERMINUS ULTIMUS. I BEND THE WORLD TO MY WILL. YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH!”
Mobek took a swig of his soda and looked up at him lazily. “Look, I get it, you’re real intense and all that, but I’m just trying to get through today. Maybe you can give me a break? I’ve got a game later, and, uh... yeah, can’t afford to be too stressed.”
Terminus paused, the fury in his eyes flickering for just a moment. He studied Mobek, this strange, apathetic figure who seemed unfazed by his cosmic wrath. “You... are not like the others,” Terminus growled. “You defy everything I know.”
“Well, yeah, that’s me,” Mobek shrugged. “Defy the rules, eat junk, make saves. Pretty simple life.”
Terminus stood still for a long moment, his mind seemingly racing with thoughts that no mortal could comprehend. Then, as if making a decision, he tilted his head.
“You... are a paradox,” Terminus said slowly. “You should have fallen long ago. Yet here you stand, defying fate itself. I shall let you live—for now.”
Mobek nodded, finishing his burger, and gave a lazy smile. “Cool. Anyway, you might wanna chill a bit. You look like you need a nap or something.”
Terminus’ dark energy simmered, but there was a strange sense of respect in his eyes now. He turned slowly and began to fade back into the shadows, his presence still powerful but somehow subdued.
“Enjoy your... life, Mobek. But know this: I will never forget your defiance.”
Mobek shrugged again, not even glancing back. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Take care, buddy. Enjoy your... whatever you do.”
And with that, Terminus vanished, leaving Mobek alone on the pitch. He stretched, tossed the empty fast food bag aside, and jogged over to his teammates.
"Well, that was weird," Mobek muttered as he joined the rest of the squad. "Anyway, who’s got the snacks for after training?”
His teammates just stared at him, unsure of what had just happened. But Mobek didn’t care. He was back in his element. And as usual, nothing could disrupt his routine.
