[M] Rating for blood, violence, swearing, sexual scenes/suggestions, drugs, adult humor...and the like.
A lone figure sits in a seamless white room. No doors, no windows, nothing to even separate floor from walls. The white is painfully bright, but the figure just sits there…or he could be standing oddly, it’s impossible to tell, a voice echoes, “What would you say if I told you I could make you live forever in a perfect world? Hm? You probably think I’m crazy…that I’m not right in the head or something.” the figure’s head rolls to one side, his face being blank except for a smile, “But say you did believe me…what would you do for it? What if I told you all you had to do was give your name? Would you do it?” The boy stands, or does he sit, the blank face becoming a skull, “You think there’s a catch don’t you…No there’s no catch, just give me your name first, middle, last name, and I’ll take you to a world of pure perfection. So…Will you join me?” He holds out his hand his entire body becoming a simple mannequin with a painted smile.
That white room, that odd Mannequin person, it was so sudden but I still listened…I gave him my name…and he took me out of the room, and into the perfect world. Somewhere along the trip he let go and I never saw him again. I love this world; it really is a perfect world, no violence, no hate, no war, no poverty, nothing bad ever happens, everyone is nice to each other and anything is possible. It’s a total paradise, I’m not the only one here; new people come here every day, all of them brought here by the same deal I had been offered by the Mannequin boy. I really love it here…But things are starting to get kind of weird. Lately odd things have been happening, people are disappearing for a while and come back as if there never left, sometimes places just vanish too the same way, last week I couldn’t say the word Photo, and since yesterday…no one knows who they are anymore, no one remembers their name.
What did the Mannequin’s Deal do to us?
Tia yawns as she works with some dough in the bakery before turning a nearby roller into something flat to move it into the oven. She was tired, her apartment came back two days ago and she spent most of her time cleaning it up because it came back a total mess. She falls asleep leaning next to the oven as she waits for the bread she was making to finish. A short ring makes her bolt upright, a bell was rung, she was needed up front, quickly checking on the bread and taking it out because it was done, and she wipes her hands on her apron and exits the kitchen into the shop front of the Bakery. Another worker at the bakery heads her off, “I’ll take care of things here just get some rest at home okay?” Too tired to argue Tia shrugs undoing her apron and hanging it before clocking out her timecard and exiting the building.
“Need to clean up…wish it wasn’t such a mess…” she rubs her eyes as she enters a park that she cut through as a shortcut between her home and her work. She sits down on a bench not wanting to get home and clean and just looks out at the peaceful area.