(The noise dies down. The tune stabilizes. A lively distorted voice can be heard from the television.)
“Hey homie! Aren’t you sick of this bullshit yet?”
“I see you’re still doing the same routine. It must be tiring. Honestly, you still worry me a lot. How about getting some rest, fella?”
Is this one of those cringey ads again? Disgusting.
I reached for the remote and the voice suddenly shouted at me.
“STOP IT YOU DUMBASS!”
Wow, these commercials are really getting aggressive.
I tried to change the channel but it doesn’t seem to work. Must be the batteries. I really need to restock.
“Are you kidding me? Did you really just try to change the channel after meeting your dear old friend again? That hurts, bro.”
I have no idea what’s going on. This thing is annoying. I do not have enough energy or brain capacity right now to process any of this. Just when I was about to get into the mood of eating my “dinner” as well. Well, I guess I’ll just turn off the TV.
“HEY WAI-”
Yup, not enough brain capacity. I’m probably just hallucinating by now. That’s what I get for overworking again.
I was about to clean up and head to bed when the TV suddenly opened again. There was static and that tune again. I know I’ve heard it somewhere before but I just can’t remember where. Goosebumps across my body. I start to sweat. Why does it feel so hot in here all of a sudden? It’s fucking winter! I just wanted to sleep…
The television flickers as it slowly reveals a face that looked like it was censored by a mosaic filter. Though at the same time, it seemed like it was a bunch of pixels of different faces stitched together. Even though this unsettled me at first, the tune slowly drew me in to stare at the TV. It felt comforting.
The voice speaks.
“Trent, did you really forget what day it is today?”
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