It was another room, it was getting familiar. But boredom makes him follow this monster's rules. Little did he know that he was being used...
Another room. Significant. Very colourful.
There was a table in front of him, an unusually low table. There was a sofa, too, and a colourful yet elegant design of the wallpaper. There were windows with an unusual dose of extraordinary light. The windows were covered by handcrafted drapes. Behind him, there was a familiar something. It was someone before; it's his decorative skull. Hmm, and it seems like someone painted rainbows on it. Beside him, there is some sort of a working table with bundles of strange looking documents on it. There is also a laptop, which – again, has a weird, colourful design. It belonged to a certain someone he doesn't remember about.
Closed space. Again...no doors, no hallways, no stairs, no fire exits, no nothing. He seemed to be stuck in another earth-like dimension...with no chances of escape. It was merely a dream in that certain realm.
Boredom seems to be the cause of his mindless expression, keeping his thoughts and feelings in the basements of his mind palace. He needed to get rid of hints of feelings. All he valued was intellect.
A note suddenly appeared in front of the clever man with the nicely crafted apple pie.
Oh? You went through the wrong door, mister. I need you to bring the pie to another room, which is hard, since doors in this world are inaccessible in some matters. The windows have nothing outside, don't bother. There is something in Its head, and I need you to find it. It is the key. Hurry, before the pie gets cold!
The man read the mysterious note, which was very expected to be coloured.
He knew he was dreaming, no matter how his mind tries to wake him up. Does he remember anything in particular? No, he's just ignorantly following an anonymous person to bring pie. How stupid.
Then he tried to think. Who is It? Is this certain "It" an omnipotent being?
He stood up, put the warm pie on the wooden table, and looked around, just like he did in the last room. The skull seemed like the "it" they were talking about. They, you ask? Now, that's another distant story.
Well, the only "it" in the room that has a head is just that weird skull of his. The man picked the rainbow skull up, and yet, he doesn't seem to...do what he should. Mindless, clueless, helpless little man. I wonder what would happen to his mediocre pie.
Then the man finally noticed what was somehow special with the skull. A small button, inside the skull. He does not know what it is actually for, but he knew that it was related to the weird doors of this alternate existence.
He pressed the button, and then away he goes! A shock of energy formed in front of his eyes, and engulfed the entire human. Suddenly, he was in another room.
Didn't he think it was pointless? Delivering pie in this forgotten reality? To an anonymous person? But no. He was driven by boredom of his earthly life, and does not want to wake up. He wanted to stay in this lonely place, where you have to chase a random person just to gie them pie. He liked the thought of loneliness.
This room looked like a simple hallway which have invisible doors that went into rooms waiting be explored. There was a window at the other end of the hall. It shone a peculiar light.
A note flew from the distant window, flying around aimlessly until it landed on the man's hand. It said;
Oh my, dear sir, you're now very distant from me in this vast world. Luckily, I know where you should go. But you and the pie you beautifully baked shall go separate ways. A table transporter shall be sent to your location. Put the pie on that table, and it will be whisked away into the magical land of my room. After that...you can wander around the halls as many times as you like.
And at the back of the paper contained a post-script which said:
If you want to leave, IT will find you. IT will never let you leave. I suggest you stay here...in this lonely world of rooms without actual doors...forever. Sorry.
The man gasped. The "table transportation" of the anonymous person has arrived. It was a teacher's table. He shakily put the pie on the table. The table left, with no intention of bringing the shocked human with it.
He's gullible.
He's mindless.
He's pointless.
I need to hunt him down before he escapes this creation of invisible thoughts. I cannot let him leave.
Author here! Thanks for taking your time for reading my shitty writing. I hope you liked it, even just by 1%. Reviews are very welcome. I might update this everyday if I always had the ideas!
Christine (Young Scientist)