Dreams of John
by F.A. McBasketball
Part 1: Enter Twilight
Chapter 1: A Whole New World with Luke
Sweat beads dripped between my thighs, wicking along my coarse pubic-like leg hair before collecting in a swamp soaking my undercarriage. My pale white skin glinting in a sliver of moonlight peeking through my forever-shut curtains. I would hardly move from that spot, in front of those charts, save for microwaving an instant dinner. You really can't miss a dip, it's better to shit your pants; underwear can be changed but missing profit can't.
I clicked again.
$1.68
Red candle.
We must remember what mummy said. Breathe and everything will be okay. I wiped a salty bead of sweat from the corner of my mouth and groped a new cheeto for some edible happiness.
"Hey, fat fuck!" shouted a voice.
The sheer screech of this gnome-like sound made me instantaneously vomit. While I initially presumed I had been infiltrated by a bingus goblin, I looked up, and it was… Luke Tools!
"Whats up, Luke?" I shouted back, unable to control the volume of my voice due to not speaking out loud with any human for a matter of weeks.
"Nothing." He replied shyly. "How is your staking going? Have you made your money back yet?"
I turned beet red. My doctor says I'm not supposed to do that anymore, so I applied a thin layer of diaper rash cream with haste. Fear vanished within me and I confronted Luke Tools right in his face.
"I have NOT made ANY money because YOU ran a RUG!"
Luke's eyes instantly dropped, with a look that could break your heart if you didn't lose 8 BNB. I felt a little bad for lashing out.
"I'm sorry Luke. It's just.. Blowfish.. and now TacoCat.."
"I know. I'm sorry."
Luke took me by the hand. As he raised my hand to meet his mouth, time slowed to 1 transaction per hour, and that transaction was Luke's luscious lips bestowing a wet gift onto my hand, for which I mentally pledged to never wash until I could sell it as an NFT. In that moment I knew I was ready to forgive him, but perhaps not quite ready to show it.
"Oh.. Luke. You might be a gentleman after all."
He looked me in the eyes and asked, "Do you trust me, princess?" as he lead me by the hand to my bedroom window revealing not a rug, but a magic carpet floating mid-air.
I let out a gleeful yelp, "Luke! This is amazing!"
"Thanks, its part of the BOG ecosystem. $10 to ride please." Luke replied as he snuck his finger into my wallet.
After being buttered up I couldn't help but sign the transaction. We climbed on to his carpet, the fabric stretching under my weight.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, without having done any prior research as usual.
"To a whole new world, princess." He replied.
Soon after we were soaring past previous all time highs, I watched as we passed $4, then $8, then $22. I let out a joyous giggle at each new high.
"Luke, this is incredible! Does it ever end?"
"All good things, in time, princess, do come to an end." As he turned around to face me, I realized Sergio was the pilot of my magic carpet ride, and I had been watching the ghost of BOG's past. I returned my gaze astray, desperately looking for high prices.
$4.17
Four Dollars and Seventeen cents. The flash loan. The flood of visions of pink Wojaks hit me like Vietnam.
My eyes opened to the familiar sight of the white plaster popcorn ceiling of my bedroom. It had all been a terrible dream and I had passed out in a cheeto coma again. I frantically clicked through scattered browser tabs of trap hentai and biz shitcoin threads to find Bogged charts, desperate for affirmation that I wasn't just probed by Sergio.
$1.80
Thank god we're up.