Part 1
I'm not the person they all see me as.
What do I do with all this money?
My wealth rivals even the budget of entire nations.
Not even Scar knows who I truly am, and we've been friends for years.
I can buy off any politician, buy off whoever I want, I can buy whatever I want, I can buy anything.
Everything in this world, is mine if I say so.
My money is vast, is overwhelming and it's near unlimited.
Jeff Bezos is the richest man in the world?
No, it's me.
The money owned by my father? That's not true.
It's all mine.
The "father" is a fake identity that I created to deal with all the pains of wealth, but even then, it's overbearing as the "son" of a rich father.
Everyone bows down to me.
Countries bow to my wealth.
Everyone sees me as a God, as a money maker, as a, thing.
I hate it.
I fucking hate it.
There is no such thing as a genuine relationship to me.
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Even if I seperate myself into an Orchestra.
Even if I seperate my personality into a goofy idiot.
Even if I'm the "son" of a rich father.
The smell of money still follows.
That smell of money brings the greed of others, the ingenuity of friends and a dull boring life for me.
When will I ever escape?
Maybe, I never will.
Well, Arthur seems to not care.
He seems nice, he seems as if he doesn't care.
I'll give him a chance.
I'll be his good friend.
I won't be surprised if he disappoints though, they all do.
Even Chad disappoints me.
I haven't met anyone who's fallen into the puddle of greed, and hasn't become a disgusting monster leeching off of me.
Perhaps... Arthur?
.-.Hopefully not.
I'll give him a chance.