Wakadi’s Tricks
Cozmo shivered, looking at the vastly unfamiliar background with nothing but colors smudged together. Then he saw a rabbit-like figure float over him. The creature’s body was a mixed mess of yellow and blue, stopping right at the legs. The legs, in fact, were horribly disfigured and its ears were like a rabbit’s. It had a bowtie tucked between the creature’s chin and chest and one of the eyes had a black, foreboding pupil.
“So you like to play games..?” the creature said, enunciating each word.
“What?” gaped Cozmo. He was startled that the thing could even talk!
“Oooohhhhoho…you should know by now what your desires, interests, EMOTIONS are. How about you play a game to remember..?” Cozmo shook his head, stepping back from the creature.
“N-no! I want to go home! Where am I?” But the creature slinked back in the background, laughing as several objects delicately placed themselves on the ground. Most of the objects were shaped like stars, and there were quite a lot in Cozmo’s vicinity. He picked up one of the stars and immediately, it morphed into a piece of paper. It said: “What other color can a blueberry be?”
To that Cozmo did not know what a “blueberry” was, but did know the stars did something. He picked another and saw the second message: “Nope”
He searched through many more stars, each not satisfying his objective. Then Cozmo came across one that transformed into a peculiar stone slate, causing him to drop it out of confusion. Big letters exclaiming “Red” grew in excitement and moved back and forth in a dance. When he took his eyes off the strange oddity, Cozmo had noticed all the objects were gone. Nothing remained, not even his pockets were full of the countless amount of sheets anymore. With a developing sense of paranoia, Cozmo darted his eyes back to see if the slate still remained, and it did. However, its flashing letters showed a new message, something that Cozmo understood even less:
“What is the thing, universally agreed upon, that we all say?”
The stone slate was fading before Cozmo’s eyes. He panicked and threw himself to the ground, immediately injuring his head and his stomach. It was to no avail either way. Now as he looked up, more star-shaped objects surrounded his body; and they were fading one by one. He ferociously grabbed them– holding and sometimes squeezing the stars– but his touch had no effect on the objects anymore. Their population steadily decreased as Cozmo chased timid stars that expired under his presence. He was running at the last star, the one thing that didn’t vanish yet. He wilted like a flower as he felt the thing through his fingers. With tired eyes, Cozmo read the paper as:
“OK
OK,
OK,
It’ll ALL be OK in the whirlpool in which you and I
swirl and swirl…
It’ll ALL be QUAINT in when we are fixed
In the Unfixed and in the EverMoving
It will ALL be Sublime
When you reach your time,”
Cozmo snapped out of his hypnosis, he came face to face with the morphing, contorting, rabbit that held his hands, smiling in lunacy. Ocean blue hues both surrounded Cozmo and the creature in a hypnotizing pattern. They were going deeper and they were not stopping anytime soon
Cozmo pushed the creature’s limbs away and screamed at the top of his lungs,
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Cozmo screamed at the top of his lungs, propelling his body away from the disheveled monster and swimming up. He looked around his vision and noticed a shining, heavenly ceiling that was his only chance of escape. Cozmo heard the creature’s voice again flickering and and out of his ears, saying,
“Whyyy are you LEAVING so soon..? I have only staaarted.”
Any signs of hindrance were gone. His legs spun faster like a locomotive’s wheels and his hands reached for the sky. Cozmo felt the walls shaking as the creature was a big brute slowly advanced to him. The air around Cozmo felt scarce and suffocating, but determination inside of him persisted, pushing his arms, pushing his legs. He pushed every single thing inside of him until his hand entered first into the light. Then it engulfed Cozmo whole while silencing all sounds and any unpleasant sights. His eyes drooped until he saw the colors of red, orange, and yellow fading to a black void.
And when he opened those eyes again, Cozmo recognized where he was.. He was in his solitary bedroom. He didn’t need to walk up to the window; it was too early for the sun to be awake. Feeling a sense of relief wash over himself, Cozmo crawled out of his resting abode and planted his feet on the ground. There was something amiss. He wasn’t wearing his bedtime clothes at all. In fact, he wore the exact same garments in his dream. And just by circumstance; as Cozmo fished around in his vest’s pockets, he found what looked like a note in his pocket. As he brought it up to the light, he sank back into his sinking feeling of worry.
“Yes I am the beanbag,” –Wakadi
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