RE: Infovore
03-13-2018, 03:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-14-2018, 06:00 AM by BreadProduct.)
John's eyes fixate on the creature pretending to his television. Its body like a silhouette as if a black hole with teeth was lounging in his living room. “No man, we need to call the cops, the army, area 51.”
Mark pulls John's gaze away from the creature. “Nothing they can do about it, the world's already fucked. That thing is going to notice us, hurry up.”
John nods his head several times, “Okay okay, one thing.” John forces back several questions to focus, “My phone.”
Mark chucks John's phone over his shoulder. “That won't do, nothing electronic, the lamp you are holding won't work either. Think of something you interact with a lot.”
John's hands shake, his body weight shifts back and forth. “I don't know what you want from me, this is 2018, most of my stuff is electronic. Do you want my spatula?”
“That'll do, where is it?”
John almost forgot about the creature in his bafflement. “Seriously?!” The creature stirs, making high-pitched clicks and whirring like a Geiger counter. “The kitchen, it's in the kitchen!”
“Well, go get it then! I have to stay here or the way out will close.” Mark waves his hands in a hurry.
“How are you so calm?!”
John hugs the wall of his apartment, staring at the creature on the TV stand. It has begun to twist its head as if it is looking for something. The television programming in its mouth changes, playing an advertisement for Mac Rager's.
John slips into the Kitchen, he swallows his screams. On the counter top, a small digital clock says 2:32, Emitting from inside the mouth of another creature. Sitting where his microwave should be.
Unable to keep his eyes off the creature. He notices the clock change to 2:33 when he remembers to move. John shuffles his feet to the kitchen sink. Inside, his stainless steel spatula soaks in soapy water. He has no idea why he needs this, yet he clutches the spatula.
Simultaneously, the creature standing in for the microwave leaps off the counter.
Mark pulls John's gaze away from the creature. “Nothing they can do about it, the world's already fucked. That thing is going to notice us, hurry up.”
John nods his head several times, “Okay okay, one thing.” John forces back several questions to focus, “My phone.”
Mark chucks John's phone over his shoulder. “That won't do, nothing electronic, the lamp you are holding won't work either. Think of something you interact with a lot.”
John's hands shake, his body weight shifts back and forth. “I don't know what you want from me, this is 2018, most of my stuff is electronic. Do you want my spatula?”
“That'll do, where is it?”
John almost forgot about the creature in his bafflement. “Seriously?!” The creature stirs, making high-pitched clicks and whirring like a Geiger counter. “The kitchen, it's in the kitchen!”
“Well, go get it then! I have to stay here or the way out will close.” Mark waves his hands in a hurry.
“How are you so calm?!”
John hugs the wall of his apartment, staring at the creature on the TV stand. It has begun to twist its head as if it is looking for something. The television programming in its mouth changes, playing an advertisement for Mac Rager's.
John slips into the Kitchen, he swallows his screams. On the counter top, a small digital clock says 2:32, Emitting from inside the mouth of another creature. Sitting where his microwave should be.
Unable to keep his eyes off the creature. He notices the clock change to 2:33 when he remembers to move. John shuffles his feet to the kitchen sink. Inside, his stainless steel spatula soaks in soapy water. He has no idea why he needs this, yet he clutches the spatula.
Simultaneously, the creature standing in for the microwave leaps off the counter.