118 Adventures from the Elemental Realm - K

Rewritten - bc the old version sucked.

So this is basically just an author rant, not really a canon part of their universe. Most of the rest of the story is canon though.

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I'm gonna talk about one of my weirdest friendships. (i live a boring life, this is my only real social life issue) So let's name the guy potassium bc he gives me potassium vibes for no reason.

Okay, let's start from the very beginning. I feel like how we first spoke is honestly kinda interesting. It's a story I repeat too often but I can't get over the fact that this was just so damn story like.

It was seventh grade. We were back from Covid, and everyone's classes were reshuffled. I ended up in the same class as Potassium. We're completely different people from different social spheres of the classroom. So backstory is, I was doodling on the board after school, bc the math teacher had left the online students' profile pic on the projector. So I drew one guy glasses.

Then somehow potassium showed up from behind, all chill like, told me to pass the whiteboard marker and drew a funny French moustache and a goatee. I was wondering what he was gonna do considering I didn't know the first thing about him. But it all ended well. For the timebeing, at least.

And that's how we met. Over a crudely drawn moustache. I swear, the internal workings of my brain are like a sitcom that no one watches.

Anyway, after that, nothing much happened. We were in the same class, sure, but we didn't really talk. He was still the chill guy, I was still the awkward doodler. We existed in the same room, but in different dimensions.

Then, eighth grade rolled around. And things got... weirder.

Eighth grade. That's when the Potassium weirdness really blossomed. Lunchtime, right? My friends are yakking about whatever, I'm zoning out, staring at the cafeteria ceiling tiles, you know, the usual.

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Then, Potassium just... appears. This is one such example, but don't worry, this wasn't first impression. But then at the time I didn't think much into it.

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"Hey," he says, all casual, like we're discussing the weather. Except we're not.

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"Hey," I reply, because what else do you say to a guy who materializes next to you?

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"You know," he says, leaning back in his chair, "I saw a dead guy the other day."

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My brain does a hard reset. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah," he says, like he's talking about the latest episode of some show. "Mutilated leg. On the road near my house."

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I stare at him. Is this a joke? Is he trying to freak me out? Is this just his way of making small talk?

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"Uh... okay," I say, because I'm clearly a master of conversation. "That's... something."

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He just shrugs. "Yeah. Anyway, did you finish the math homework?"

And just like that, we're talking about quadratic equations. Like a dead guy with a mangled leg is just a normal, everyday topic of conversation.

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This is basically how it went. Random, out-of-nowhere conversations about the weirdest stuff. Dead guys, existential questions about the meaning of life, theories on why pigeons are secretly government drones. He'd just drop these conversational bombs and then seamlessly transition to something completely mundane.

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My friends? They just saw me talking to him. Mostly just saw him come up and talk to me. They didn't hear the conversations. They just saw me, talking to the weird kid.

Everyone just considers him introverted and fairly normal. Average person. Kinda like the chill guy meme, you know?

Thats what he reminds me of every time.

-- PART 2 COMING SOON --

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