PART 111: Tripping Out
Sonikku thought that when Silver said they'd have some real fun that he meant going to a strip club and getting some. The Sonikku remembered that Silver was gayer than the rainbow and hated those kinds of things. So after Taco Bell, he asked him "Where are we going?"
"Some place that's super far-out. But the trip to get there is gonna be a little different. It's not your ordinary bus ride." He handed Sonikku a tablet with a smiley face on it. "This is acid."
"Won't that burn?"
"No, stupid, I mean LSD! This is the only way you can get there when you make the journey."
Sonikku knew by now not to question Silver. He took the tablet. "This tastes funny I—woahhhh" He started to see weird colors and shapes that the average man could not comprehend, like a puce and indigo rhombitruncated icosidodecahedron. Silver pulled open one of the larger sides on the shape."This is where the journey begins."
He grabbed Sonikku's hand and they were tumbling down a vortex of rainbows, and jellybeans sliding down a slide into a bowl of salsa while backwards Beatles music played. Strawberry fields forever indeed. Maybe that was what grew in the garden that the octopus tended to.
Finaly the slide ended and they landed in what looked like a bachelor pad from the 70s, complete with funky colors and love seats and round carpets and tables with lava lamps on each one and a tall lamp with a glittery silver shade in the corner. There was also a rainbow rotating disco ball.
"Nice plac you got here Silver"
"Thanks man, this is my groove studio, where all the cool stuff happens. It's super chill here and has all kinds of cool stuff. After all, I am an omnipotent being so I can basically control anything. That's why we were able to get here in the first place. I made this chill pad by rending a pocket dimension within time and space. Hella rad."
While Sonikku was reeling from that explanation and feeling confused and on drugs, a small chrome table rose from a spot on the floor. On it were some small plastic cups.
"Sweet deal, the mix is here! Try some of this, it'll make your visit a bit more exciting."
Sonikku took the cup Silver held, and looked into it. There was a randbow colored viscus liquid in it that smelled slightly like tangerine, peppermint, powdery candy and questionableness. "What is it?"
"It's my home brew, only the finest stuff you'll ever have in the world, my dude. Invented it myself. I call the Magical Mystery Mix, or the mix for short. Or just mmm for short if I'm too high as fuck to speak and because lemme tell ya, that shit's good."
There was a faint buzzing in Sonikku's ears. He was starting to feel hazy and thirsty. He looked down at the cup and thought "oh hey something to drink" and drank it. He choked down the hard-to-swallow substance. It had a weird teture. His legs were wobbly. "can I sit down?"
"Sure dude, hop on a chair. Have a chili dog!" Another chrome table slid up next to the love seat that had a chili dog next to it. Silver took another acid and lit an joint of potweed. He was already out in the fourth dimension of outter space.
"Aww man a chili dog, my favorite!" Sonikku loves chili dogs so he couldn't resist grabbing it. He ate and it felt good. But he needed more. More cili dogs materialized on the plate out of nowhere. Colors began to change a little. The walls were starting to melt. "Silver the walls are melting!"
"I know dude it's alright. Happens all the time."
He stared hard at the wall. Yeah, he figured Silver was right. Maybe everything was always melting all the time and he just didn't know it because he only used ten percent of his brain. Something in his head exploded and imploded at the same time.
Sonikku was eating a chili dog when suddenly sour cream squirted out! "There's a snake in my boot!" he shouted in alarm. Suddenly the lamp in the corner of the room started singing Spanish songs and the table changed color. The couch warped into a Wrinkler from Cookie Clicker and writhed disgustingly while it chewed on the carpet.
Silver smoked too much potweed and acid to give a damn and was kissing a bag of instant rice, calling it things like "sexy" and "hotstuff" and "Betty White".
Sonikku knew this was a terrible idea. All kinds of things were going wrong and he could taste colors and feel sounds and see smells. He wished he'd never had that strange chemical concoction. Or mixed hard whiskey and moonshine with his strong painkillers. This was gonna be a long day.
