As Easter drew closer, Karl, a normal 10 year old, was getting rather excited. Already, Karl and his sister Cat had begun to collect limited edition Easter eggs.It's so unfair! Karl once said to his mother: The producer's are SOOO mean! And it was true; Karl had been accumulating a horde of unwanted "common" eggs in his bedroom, due to the difficulty in trying to get anything that children would want to keep for more than a week or so- and even the rarer ones would be discarded after the fervour of Easter had died down. Filling his room to every corner, were just these eggs. So much so that after a few days, Karl began to feel rather threatened by these omniscient things frolicking in every crevice of his vision.

It was the damp dark dawn of April, when a common egg Karl had discarded, started to tremble. From within its thin, papery skin, came a bright blue light, fluorescent yet rather suppressed. From there, it made a sedated roll to where Karl lay, and as it drew closer, the light became equally brighter, so much so, that Karl was rudely awakened from his slumber. Groggily, Karl sat up, and winked his eyes open, only to see the horrifying, egg. Befuddled, he tried to swat it off the bed-side desk, with the intention to do it grievous harm, but to no avail, as it rolled to its side, and then propped itself on his pencil case. And then, what he saw next is not easily able to be put into English words. Suddenly, four small bulges appeared near its flank, before they were crudely broken into small bits of shell. Taking its place, four pink and doughish limbs suddenly asserted themselves as arms and legs, and as if testing their strength, the egg wiggled them around in a string of waves. I looked up at it to see its round white eyes and hazelnut pupils staring down at me through the glass table, with its blue light distorted through the glass making it seem as if the egg was surrounded by a curtain of thunder.

Understandably confused, Karl pinched his earlobes just to make sure it wasn't another one of his daydreams.

"What's your name?" Karl piped up inquisitively

His eyes slanted angrily: "What's my name?! Why should I tell you that!" It shrieked, "Where am I," It cried, frantically swivelling his head around trying to take in his surroundings .

Karl was only trying to help: "Look I know you're lost; how do I know that? Because you're in my room. A room which isn't yours. Look, I don't want to be disrespectful here, but I think you may have a problem on your hands, sir."

The egg didn't respond, nor did he say a thing, but he continued to look deep into Karl's eyes. Then, using his thin stretchy legs, he leaped across the majority of the room towards Karl's prize collection of Ultra rare eggs. He picked one up, and observed it's false multicoloured shell, before triumphantly rupturing its purposefully frail form under its round heel. It looked straight down at Karl from my highest shelf while spraying small pieces of egg shell onto Karl's carpet, which did not please him at all. It seemed as though the egg was petitioning against the colourful egg.

Days passed with this strange sentient living slumped inside a cup Karl used to use to rinse his mouth after brushing his teeth. He felt extremely sorry, and a tad regretful for not having the interdimensional portal that the egg claimed to have been thrown through that landed him into this strange universe. He stated once in their long-winded nightly conversations that the physics of this world was extremely tharped as oppose to his dimension, so night time was the only time that he didn't have a piercing stomach pain, which was also the only time where he could uncurl himself from the cup, and carry out his master plan. He told me that he was a radical activist in his world, and moving across galaxies would not change his personality. He was here to make a big change to what he saw, but he never told me, the ten year old boy who was key to his plans, anything. Karl bugged him incessantly, but it seemed as though the egg had lost the will to speak to him anymore.

These experiences shook Karl to the core, even if he didn't realise it. At school, the egg seemed to follow him everywhere, even to the toilet. On numerous instances, Karl began to talk to the egg in lessons, and was sent out. The egg only ever replied to him in private, which further convinced Karl that he had a special bond with this thing; it even sort of sounded like me! he thought to himself. Whenever Karl saw his shadow, there was a small bulge on his shoulder, where he knew the egg was. The egg became a part of Karl .

And then, at long last, Easter arrived. But this is the strangest part of the whole story.

The s had arranged for all four of the family to go on an easter egg hunt, through the countryside of Cornwall. Cornwall was a decently far away from the household, and so it was planned that they would take a five hour journey by car to Cornwall. Karl had always liked long car journeys, as they often brought his deep thoughts in his mind's abyss up to be bathed in reality's light; and in this instance, the egg came along too. The humans were loaded into their massive family caravan, with Karl at the back, Cat in the middle, and the two parents contently at the front. As soon as the car began to roll, Cat clamped a pair of bunny headphones onto her scalp, and shut off to the outside world. Karl quietly mumbled to his parents that he was tired,and he would take a nap. They mumbled their agreement quietly back to the young boy, who surreptitiously drew out the steamy ziploc bag that he keeped the tangled egg in. It looked up at Karl through the weak plasticy layer, drawing a swath with its remarkably deep brown eyes up his torso, before gazing humorlessly into the ordinary boy's irises, blatantly unimpressed by what he saw. It was definitely a sight to behold, thought the curious individual, looking down at the egg: with its agape mouth breathing out thin plumes of smoke and its seemingly hollow and blank eye sockets peering through his skull- its limp limbs draped across the curves of his hardened belly and the scarlet cape the egg adorned- the dimmed but lively ball commanded Karl's attention.

"So,", Karl energetically whispered to the egg next to the sole of his shoe; "Are you excited? It's Easter!"

The egg nodded his head, but his facial complexion argued otherwise. And so, Karl and the egg spent their 6-7 hours babbling on about extremely unorthodox things:

"So, in your world, are there many eggs like you?"

"Yes,"

"Do they all look like you?"

"Somewhat,"

Do they all have those squeaky yellow boots?"

"No,"

"And the cape?"

"Some,"

"And the red gloves?"

"Some,"

"And the shiny bald head?"

The egg looked at Karl, evidently tired of holding such a lop-sided conversation with the 10 year old boy. But in Karl's opinion, the two were growing towards each other. The egg couldn't possibly survive without someone so open-minded like Karl, and Karl thought of the egg's company as deeply nourishing, in contrast to what pathetic time he was spending before with Cat. He had learnt a lot from the seclusive but wise individual, who taught him to stand up to bullies, to persevere through the face of imminent danger, and to go vegetarian. What influence The egg inflicted on Karl, it was not negative.

It was around 5'oclock in the morning when they made their first stop at a station to recuperate their strength from the arduous journey, which had greatly sapped their patience and the ability to talk to each other without arguing. Karl had left the egg to roam around in the family's Subaru Forester 5x5 while the 's hit the mall. He was reluctant to leave, but it seemed as though the egg wanted him to (which would have been pretty obvious to anyone but Karl, as it had been persistently pushing Karl away from the car), so he brushed himself, picked himself up, and left the egg.

Then something strange happened

The rest of the journey only took roughly 20 minutes, but in that time, Karl began to grow restless. The egg turned its head from him, but something deep inside Karl began to churn. Something was not quite right, and it was as if the boy's innards were turning to egg yolk. His vision became swirly, and his arms started to turn chalk black. After half a minute, he began to shrink; and not after long, Karl was draped under his old navy-blue jeans. Through his fly that he forgot to do, light flooded his form, allowing him to see that he had become an egg. He jumped once, shook his legs around, and then tunnelled his way out of his old clothes. He spotted the other egg just as it spotted him, and it shot him an unchanging melancholy look. Making his way towards the egg, Karl looked inquisitively towards the now equally large sentient.

"Did you do this?" He whispered curiously?

Karl was not at all angry, as he had on multiple occasions pondered what life would feel like from the perspective of an egg, or even a longer was he burdened by the old woes of living up to human standards, or having to deal with his family. He, in this form, felt weightless and liberated. He climbed up to his car window happily, and breathed in the fresh unpolluted air, breathing in large gulps of it. From that point, the newly-reformed egg looked down at his old sister, and felt an unnerving gladness for not being human anymore. He wanted to stay like this forever.

None of them noticed Karl. The family unloaded themselves and immediately began to make their way to the venue. Cat joined her two parents, leaving Karl to skip happily alongside the other fellow egg. He didn't need to go to the human cue any longer, as he could go straight to the hilly fields. On his way there, Karl spotted many other eggs, all beaming back at him. All he had to do was not get caught by any humans, and then he could dash off to the countryside to live out his days. The animated egg along with his droopy partner chose a small hedge, where they decided to camp.

And after around 5 more minutes, Karl could clearly see all the humans waddling into sight, all cheering and laughing. How Karl despised them. Converging on all points, the unruly crowd began to hone in on every egg. He could vividly see his comrades being plucked from their hiding spots, wailing their sorrow in a depressing song. And soon, a group of three humans spotted him gasping to himself in the bush. They made their way towards him, taking their time. First, the other egg was snatched out by a gleeful monster, then unwillingly gobbled. The last I saw of him was his sad disheartened face, pointing to the ground, as his face disappeared down the human's throat. It was not more. Then, it was his turn to be snatched up by a young girl, who held him close her eyes, peering inside of him. Suddenly, she jerked her hand up, and through him to the ground. He expected to be cracked, and to see his yolk flow away from him in a fluvial stream, but no, he woke up as the 10 year old boring Karl once again, looking up at a disappointed face, that could only belong to Cat.

"Wake up Karl! We spent so much money to come here, and such a long time! Stop sitting in that bush, and help us find more eggs!"

THE END