A manufactured reality
Chapter 11: A New Look
Monika stepped out the dressing room. Her golden hair was set in her signature style, tied neatly with her white bow. She wore an emerald dress which matched her eyes, and had added an extra layer, consisting of a pink thick jumper. She wore bright white socks which ran to her kneecaps, and finished off with some dark, black, non-heeled shoes which reminded me of school shoes.
I gazed in awe.
"So...do you like it?" Her first words brought me back from reality.
"I...I" I had no words. She looked incredible.
She burst out into laughter, her golden locks shaking with every chuckle. Her eyes were alight with delighted fire. A grin wouldn't be shaken from the edges of her cheeks. She stepped forward, the dress swirling around her lower knees, as if she was about to take off.
"You...you look incredible..." A bright red blossomed across her cheeks. She smiled and laughed. I just stared.
"Come on, let's pay for this stuff!" I was whipped back through another rea1ity as M0n1ka stepped away carrying the tags and started to almost run towards the cash registers.
"C0me on hehe~" I started to feel dizzy. Her words were echoing slowly, the individual syllables rattling along inside my brain until they began to grow. My legs became paralysed as I slumped to the floor, gasping for air. My lungs felt like they would explode, they wouldn't filter out.
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Everything was white.
"Hello er...actually no one reading this even knows your name. You haven't been defined yet." An entity desperately tried to remember his name. All I-91uno1nm091 he could see were words slowly appearing. They seemed to take pauses after every couple of seconds before resuming. One word said "to" and another said "They". Everything was slowly blurring. He struggled.
"There is no point in struggling, my friend. We are accomplices in this great ordeal, are we not?" The voice was beginning to materialise. He seemed to be dressed in a white suit.
"You see, you have just displaced the fragments of reality itself. In fact, you have made so much of a mess that we had to bring you up to our universe."
I-902u1n8o1 he strained to struggle out of his cell. His brain was trapped. The universe was expanding. The words were appearing faster "Universe", "trapped" "expanding".
"We have complete control of you now. And you have messed up so much, this is irreversible. However, this...this may work..."
"But I suppose you are sick of being undefined. The other, much higher beings don't even know your name. They are confused. I think that we should give you a name, don't you think so?"
Yes, we are eleven chapters in and you are a mystery. Just a bunch of words on a screen. Why don't you decide, audience? Let's give this variable
"a name"
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