6

Now, this might sound strange, but have you ever wondered if you were real at all? I mean, I'd be content with being fictional or nonexistant, but I suppose not everyone would be. Hey, why don't we play a game? Do you know those video games where you can predeterminedly answer unimportant humans? Let's do something like that. The question remains, what is my predetermined answer.

My gaze follows the shabby signs in dark alleyways and muddy trails of humans. Right there, on a dimly lit piece of wood jutting out of a desolate store.

'50% off."

Hm, it's not the best, but it'll have to do. Remember the colourful beings that walked amongst the morbid vision of humans across my eyes? Too bad If you don't. So, which one should it be? Decisions are hard, hard, hard.

I glance in a random direction, red flickering in the cornor of my eye. I steer towards it as if driven by a motor until I come face to face with the ugly blob.

Oh, how fun. It's triangular eyes shake left and right, confusion brimming in them. Long, thin legs take steps back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and-

Distractions. Distractions. Annoying.

The red creature tilts it's head, a liquid neck poking out of the little space it has between it's head and torso.

It wasn't quite the reaction I was hoping for, but you would be amused if you saw this thing's distorted face, glitching about.

So, that's all for this little game. I should be back on my way. Mother won't like if I'm late to school.