It was time. The world recognized him.
A zone opened for his welcome. A quirky one indeed.
THE QUIRK ZONE, shined in neon letters.
His face became pale, and dark with antenna-turned hands which became thick and sweaty like a body had puked black liquid. His appearance suggested that his regular diet didn't agree with the homemade krodilon drug.
Duke's rattled face turned sky black and it slowly vaporized into dust. A greyish layer formed through his chest, with his arms and legs ranging in five to ten ratio, with his eyes turning off-white. He looked like a big greyhopper with a big fat jumping stick for gaining support. The stick was really turning his world around he wasn't able to rely on whom, he should actually focus.
His focus became brighter when off-white lights shined the whole room. It was filled with servers and trees connected with wires. Their roots connected with black wires which puked that black liquid flowing through the trees.
Duke slowly vibrated and observed with disbelief. His observations were named unbelievable several times after what he saw. A walking computer. His face was a big circular metal helmet with a cubic stomach which had an attached screen showing some sort of coding in red, blue and yellow with numerous fat black hands (almost 20) with two keyboard like legs vibrating with his every stance like surround systems & his feet equally ridiculous looked like two big green mouses.
'What the hell happened here?'
The metal computer slowly walked and reached near the greyish body of Duke.
'Probably ... God made the world in 6 days ... in the 7th he made you to conquer it.'
'You might think this all charade of scenery as funny. But ... the thing is ... the one who made it happen ... ask him how he might have felt what you said.'
'It might be a beautifully spread and evolved world with an intrigue of many creatures.
'That guy ... just got his piece of work chopped on that planet.'
'Ok. You're tough to deal with. What I propose ... is ... you leave me no option after humiliating me in front of my adorable screens.'
'Yeah ... well ... some are so widely inched up.' Duke laughed.
'That's enough. Let the doors begin.'
The walking computer walked back. Two homunculus computers formed into doorframes completely turning side walls into hallways. One hallway was red and it showed some dark red writings "Left hope. Come to daddy. We'll both grow in this world together."
Another hallway was bluish green and it showed yellow lines "Let's kick this guy's A** really hard. Join me in this chain so that he doesn't know it's me trying to help you. Well, you'll probably be in death's mouth when I'll pull you up."
1b
"Gentle species, we are about to launch our product, in front of the audience, the dimension 18672 that is completely called for. I hope the neon mimosas we are providing are hitting your screen buttons perfectly."
The shadow reveals his closing sentence to the fellow five screens, that applaud, congratulate, enjoying the feeling of pure ecstasy. The screens are adjacent to each other for a certain distance creating an imperfect circular chamber with the biggest screen that the shadow stood on. Almost ignored their is another lighter shadow that is curved to five degrees, and wishing to spank on the dark black shadow's pus. Until, a personality forms up, dimming everything around. The personality has a light grey face, with no eyebrows and lips, just two eyes that are too oval to believe than a pair eggs.
Meet the wonderful blackia, Kala, my brother. Give me tonic light or just sprinkle disporin if it's not my brother who has always held my back. Sprinkling disporin could be fatal. Just be careful, brother. One might wonder that the shadows are not affected by the lights of a universe, it's because every shadow is protected by black layer that was formed after the birth of a shadow that was possessed from a shadow's demise and passed on. We shadows have a powerful core outside that can be broken if you drink... I probably shouldn't... It's embarassing... Never mind. Moving on. I had to tell you about our personality. There are three main compartments of a shadow that we are concerned about, the outer layer, the inner core that contain's synonies and the line of passion and the pus. The pus is basically an elongated pipe that does most of the work. It is also known as the former brain of a shadow. It emits light, waves, frequency, and even now thanks to my brother can almost change or replace a creature's thought.
We were never like this. Until he charmed my left synonies and caught them their own. I'm proud of my brother's success, to this day. But I'm not able to support the egotistical creature forming inside who believes he is capable of capturing emotion in a machine. Although to capture an emotion is something we shadows have always craved for!
He even brought that Miss Grid under his charm. She believed herself so much that she was this tad scared when he asked her out on creating simulations or brainstorming out some space for a creature. I bet she replied that she only catered to main characters!
The main characters who were ideal puppets of literature!
This simulation is for them!
I want to beat it into the size of a black ball that is eaten under a huge boulder in our world. Nothing just for medicinal purposes. His synonies are doing the work which was my regard. I mean my synonies.
But this doesn't mean that to go against the nature. Our nature has taught us to never steal or destroy anyone else's world of lies or truths. Never swipe anyone else's shadow as you know it crushes you later with a surprising illumination, breaking your inner black posture and you eventually our emptied.
But the nature is the most powerful, if it nurtures the powerful, it also is it's weakness. The Shadows cannot leave their world as their source of protein that helps in reducing malfunction is created in their world to help reduce the synony chaos that happened few years ago.
My brother changed the whole scenario after our successful win against the Kinares. The nosetips with scary arms, hands that had thorny fingers, with a big rounded head and small sombre eyes.
The fellow five screens slowly turn into funny squiggles goofing around the blues of it until a single black personality is left on the last left screen.
"As we have sucessfully tested the Kinare species, we must transfer a sample to the human nurturing ball, to clarify the humans' dearly the mother Earth.
The Kinares loved to put creatures in dimensions to bring out terrifying conclusions of their lousy lives. Their giant head Raki was like a walking flying lizard who was connoisseur of neon elements and various coded levels. Raki's head contained a hundred or more than a hundred types of developers that mastered in creating diversions to reach him. He was able to create a thought pattern of himself until the blackia broke in. As he conjured the thought provoking demon, Naomikin, who was trained in understanding the basics of a code, why and how was it put, to accurate predictions of his position, balance and taste. Raki's code was finally broken when he caught hold of Blackia and threw him into a world of framed destruction. Where killing was considered as a reputation. The number of kills made your honour.
That's the difference between us and Kinares. We wish the betterment of human life. We wish to make it inferred and concurred through our simulations. The purpose is to spread a teeny-tiny message on the hands of five humans that will be trapped in our longest and far wide simulation for their betterment. We'll make their adrenaline rush and fall. We'll scare them and fall them apart. We'll also have a part concern about their body belonging on Earth. Our department is also available on Earth that will take complete control of their phsyique.
So the message is scribbled inside that thick envolepe and also was mailed to you as a Pointdexter presentation, for to-the-point conclusions about our degrading population on Earth and how to control it.
Kala's brother felt a surge of butterflies in his whole body. His whole dimensions turned flowery. It was when he realized that his elder brother had tickled him through by clickling his heart inside out. His go to response was normal and he gave it to him.
Whoa, what is happening. Am I feeling nasty, wish I won't vomit. Oh actually I couldn't if I tried. It's a panic attack on my pus probably, because of those sketchy synonies probably returning after tarnishing my reputation in front of those five not-at-all puny screens. Oh my, that's you elderoo!
Kala, the blackia suddenly loosens up and floats through the screen turning to his another greyish shadow and connecting his pus to the small grey pus.
Man, you're pus stature really intimdates me! How you manage that?
"Well, you know I like making creatures uncomfortable especially when it comes to you!"
Man, I almost forget that you're my bigger half. So it's easy for you to spot the thought you have always spared for me! The thought to ridicule me! That's what I want when you see me! I like you, older B!