NOVEMBER 24th, 11:27 AM - ABOUT 6 DAYS UNTIL THE EARTH EXPLODES
2309 Susanna Circle is an old brick home strung up with old Christmas lights from god only knows when, but likely longer than I've been alive.
The house is tucked within the deepest pocket of the culdesac, and even further so behind its neighbors.
The home looks shockingly small despite its innate drawing presence, yet starkly beautiful and cozy when pitted against the long and unkempt straw grass burying the home.
A giant stump is what remains of a giant oak tree stuck in the middle of the long, empty front yard. The only other object is a hidden metal rod, only revealing itself to the most astute of onlookers, which just so happens to be all of them.
Attached to it is an old rusty chain buried under a thin layer of dirt, whose traceable impression is visible only after the last snowfall in winter, or the rare occasions when the grass is mowed.
The tiny hands of a child pressed deep into the ruined sidewalk in front of the home when the concrete was first poured. Underneath, the words 'Suzy 1986' were written in handwriting that could somehow only be described as motherly.
One sight of it turns any average Joe into a wonderful poet, and whole novels could be written on the stories the home forces you to imagine, as if you've lived there your whole life.
Rooted deeply in the earth around it, but so quick to soak in all of the experiences you've ever had. When you look at it, nothing else is real, like the whole world stops spinning.
In reality, however, none of it is real.
'Suzy 1986' is a rehabilitation program born from the genius mind of the undisputed greatest scientific innovator who's ever lived, Marzy The Mad Scientist.
Homes that are designed to spark a feeling of warmth, and regret, and happiness, and sadness, all at the same time. It uses your own natural need to understand against you, forcing you to stare.
It's impossible to attach a metaphor to how she did it, because there's nothing humans have ever done that can even compare, but I guess the closest would be the invention of fire.
A masterful and ingenious feat of human engineering at the very apex of human psychology, and only the sixteenth greatest thing Marzy has ever invented.
A home with so much raw, squandered potential, that one might base all of what they wish for in a house, or life in general, on the feeling of warmth they felt when they first saw it.
A red haring so incredibly red that even describing Suzy 1986 is nearly impossible, because Suzy 1986 is the house next door.
In comparison, Marzy The Mad Scientist's house is crushingly hard to describe, or even to notice.
"It takes the average person twenty-two seconds of staring to even notice the house is the color yellow," Marzy greatly enjoys talking about herself, "the only invention accredited to you mere mortals that even comes close to it's genius is fire," a blonde haired Marzy turned from the computer screen, straight past Beatrice, "my only regret was not having the foresight to name it 'Katelynn 1986' instead."
"Can it, you old hag," why must I be here, this is total bullshit, "just tell us where the phone is."
"Hey, I've got an idea, why don't I make you some tea while this loads," she pretended not to hear Beatrice's comment, "it's going to take a while so just, sit tight for a second, make yourself at home!" She quickly rushed to the door.
"Hey, don't ignore me-"
*SLAM*
"Sigh, what a bitch"
"I told you so," the room was illuminated in a dark and mysterious blue, cluttered wires and broken test tubes and papers covered the floor, there was one computer on each of the four desks in each corner of the room, which were all distinctly messy in their own way.
"I already said sorry, what more do you want?" On the roof lined the many pipes and tubes required for the Marzy to stay alive, "kiss your boots or something? Cause I can do that, do you want me to do that?"
"What? Gross, no, obviously not," in the center of the lab floated Marzy The Mad Scientist, the real one, a wrinkly ancient lady inside of a giant glass tube.
The only reason her incubator is glass is so she can reveal her gross naked lady bits to any unlucky twelve year old girl who happens to be in charge of cleaning it.
*creeeeek*
"Hey, Marz, do you know where a towel is?" a 'distracted' red haired Marzy waltzed naked into the lab, "huh? Kate!? No one told me you were here! How have you been?" Her perfectly round funbags traced a circle as she bounced up and down in excitement.
"EW, GROSS! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" Beatrice shot her hand over my eyes.
"You showed us in, creepo," despite her admittedly genius mind, she isn't a very creative seductress.
"Oh, right, silly me! Hee hee, and here I was thinking I'd have to punish those girls for not telling me."
She stood there for a while, in a complete stalemate with Lady Beatrice.
"Oh well, I was looking forward to it, too, I'll have the tea out in a second."
*SLAM*
"God, what a creepo," Beatrice's grip tightened around my face, "I mean, Jesus! Does she think you're stupid or something?"
"Please let go, you're hurting me," it didn't actually hurt.
"Ah shit, sorry."
I glanced over to the computer screen just in time to see it climb one percent higher.
NOVEMBER 24th, 12:02 PM - ABOUT 94% UNTIL THE PROGRAM LOADS.