There it is again, he thought. The unceasing knock at the door. Glorm got up from the grimy couch and stumbled towards the door, his feet shuffling across the dirty carpet. Rats squeaked in the corner. A loud noise split through his skull again. There it is again, he thought, the knock at the door, louder this time.“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Glorm grunted, his voice brimming with annoyance. Grabbing the door handle, he wrenched it open to the loud sound of creaking.
“Hi Glorm! I just wanted to check in on you. Haven’t seen your face around the neighborhood recently!” She chirped. Ugh, these nosy neighbors, always snooping around where they shouldn’t.
“I’m fine,” Glorm droned.
“Wow, that door sure is old! You should probably fix it so it doesn’t creak,” she cheerfully shot back. As if anything is new around here, he thought to himself. The clouds rumbled outside, a storm brewing. It was a day like any other, cloudy, dreary, and depressing. And as per usual, everything was a little bit off.
Well, he sure is a downer, Coblinda mused to herself. She turned around and walked home, enjoying the lovely summer weather. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, another perfect day.
I’ve got to get out of here, they’re on to me. First, they come to the door, trying to drag information out of me, next they’ll be reporting me to Them. Nobody believes me, I try to tell them, but they don’t listen. I can feel the eyes watching me. Glorm frantically turned around and ran to the living room, searching for something. Finally, he saw it. Glorm reached out and grabbed a cardboard box filled with papers. Leave no evidence, he thought. He rushed over to the back window, slowly pulling it open. Gracefully, he squeezed his way through the frame, slipping out with an unsatisfactory clunk.
That was when he realized, this is not the back window. So, he fell, for it was not the back window. The window he came out of was the second-floor window, at the front of his house. He fell out the window head first, giving him the perfect view of the quickly approaching sidewalk. But, when Glorm hit the ground, he did not break. Everything else did. The ground and space around the impact splintered into shards like glass. He brushed himself off and stood up. Time seemed to slow, and the sun dimmed as the sky turned red. An airplane crashed into the sky, spraying debris everywhere. Slowly, shards of reality fell from the empty air, crackling with energy. Glorm, frozen in place by shock, suddenly came to his senses and started running. He ran and ran until he realized that he was going nowhere. He had not moved at all.
In a 2D world, you cannot see inside a wall, or through it. However, viewing it from above, in a 3D world, you can see everything, inside of walls and past them. Viewing Glorm from above — though he could not see them — watched Squib and Blib. They could see everything, the insides of everything, and past it all.
“Well, this test was a failure. Let’s run it again,” announced Squib.
“It failed again because of him,” replied Blib.
“Well, that is inevitable of course.”
“But why? What makes him so special? What can he see that others don’t?”
“You know we can’t know why.”
“I know. Let's wipe his memories and reset the scene,” Blib sighed.
“Um, he’s staring at us,” Squib said, not taking his eyes off Glorm. Glorm was in fact, staring at them. Through a hole in reality itself, he looked at them, unmoving. He reached out toward the gap, wrapping his hands around the hole in space. Reality fell down in sheets as if it were walls around him. Behind those walls was his dirty living room. He was back on his couch. A loud noise split through his skull again. There it is again, he thought.
“Hi Glorm! I just wanted to check in on you. Haven’t seen your face around the neighborhood recently!” She chirped. Ugh, these nosy neighbors, always snooping around where they shouldn’t.
“I’m fine,” Glorm droned.
“Wow, that door sure is old! You should probably fix it so it doesn’t creak,” she cheerfully shot back. As if anything is new around here, he thought to himself. The clouds rumbled outside, a storm brewing. It was a day like any other, cloudy, dreary, and depressing. And as per usual, everything was a little bit off.
Well, he sure is a downer, Coblinda mused to herself. She turned around and walked home, enjoying the lovely summer weather. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, another perfect day.
I’ve got to get out of here, they’re on to me. First, they come to the door, trying to drag information out of me, next they’ll be reporting me to Them. Nobody believes me, I try to tell them, but they don’t listen. I can feel the eyes watching me. Glorm frantically turned around and ran to the living room, searching for something. Finally, he saw it. Glorm reached out and grabbed a cardboard box filled with papers. Leave no evidence, he thought. He rushed over to the back window, slowly pulling it open. Gracefully, he squeezed his way through the frame, slipping out with an unsatisfactory clunk.
That was when he realized, this is not the back window. So, he fell, for it was not the back window. The window he came out of was the second-floor window, at the front of his house. He fell out the window head first, giving him the perfect view of the quickly approaching sidewalk. But, when Glorm hit the ground, he did not break. Everything else did. The ground and space around the impact splintered into shards like glass. He brushed himself off and stood up. Time seemed to slow, and the sun dimmed as the sky turned red. An airplane crashed into the sky, spraying debris everywhere. Slowly, shards of reality fell from the empty air, crackling with energy. Glorm, frozen in place by shock, suddenly came to his senses and started running. He ran and ran until he realized that he was going nowhere. He had not moved at all.
In a 2D world, you cannot see inside a wall, or through it. However, viewing it from above, in a 3D world, you can see everything, inside of walls and past them. Viewing Glorm from above — though he could not see them — watched Squib and Blib. They could see everything, the insides of everything, and past it all.
“Well, this test was a failure. Let’s run it again,” announced Squib.
“It failed again because of him,” replied Blib.
“Well, that is inevitable of course.”
“But why? What makes him so special? What can he see that others don’t?”
“You know we can’t know why.”
“I know. Let's wipe his memories and reset the scene,” Blib sighed.
“Um, he’s staring at us,” Squib said, not taking his eyes off Glorm. Glorm was in fact, staring at them. Through a hole in reality itself, he looked at them, unmoving. He reached out toward the gap, wrapping his hands around the hole in space. Reality fell down in sheets as if it were walls around him. Behind those walls was his dirty living room. He was back on his couch. A loud noise split through his skull again. There it is again, he thought.