Christmas Connection

Until Dusk (Part 1)

I didn't think too much about giving a stranger my Instagram account, till I realized that I don't even know their name or where they came from. Though if I remember correctly, I think they were twenty-one, yeah that's all I know about them, aside from the fact that they have way more experience talking to strangers on the internet, which has made them somewhat unstable. Well either way I have nothing better to do this Christmas and spending with someone is still better than no one. At least that's what I told myself when I allowed the account that goes by "castlesarecool.asdf." I then followed the account like anyone else would and upon refreshing my screen a couple of times I now saw the pictures on their account. There were mostly miscellaneous images, yet they all have obscure captions in common. For instance, the recent post which has a blurry picture of an old, worn out Nike trainers has the caption, "Introducing the Frankenstein flash. He will eat your feet this Halloween. Oooooooo." That has eleven likes apparently and based on her follower count of sixty-six, it seems that nobody gets their sense of humor. As I continue to look through their past posts, I just noticed that someone liked my post. And it just so happens that it was the person who started following me. Since I'm not too sure on what the protocols are after someone liked your post, I decided to message the person thanking them for liking my post.

Perry M: You're welcome? I'm Perry from otherpeople.com

Fredrik: No problem. I'm Fredrik.

Perry M: Nice to meet you. Also why did you thank me?

Fredrik: Because it's a nice thing to do and because you're the only one who liked the post.

Perry M: Oh.. I am grateful. I think... But most people don't do that.

Fredrik: Oh?

Perry M: Yeah. I like your Christmas tree.

Fredrik: Thanks. How come our conversation is more awkward than it was before.

Perry M: Not sure. But it's always like this from my experience. It either gets better or worse after a while.

Fredrik: I hope it gets better.

Perry M: Me too. Btw where are you from?

Fredrik: Sweden. What about you?

Perry M: Australia, but I think I mentioned it already.

Fredrik: This is not getting any less awkward.

Perry M: I concur. Still not getting worse.

Fredrik: I guess. What's with the poop chocolate thing?

Perry M: What??? You mean the sculpture I made out of chocolate, with poop flowing out of the toilet seat?

Fredrik: If that's what it is then yes.

Perry M: It was an assignment/exam in my first year of school. To make an edible showpiece based on your greatest fear.

Fredrik: What class is this?

Perry M: Pastry competition. For your information, I go to culinary school.

Fredrik: I see. Please continue.

Perry M: So I spent over six hours on it and yeah it was difficult making the toilet seat and all but the poop was a bit easier. I even added some texture to the poop. What else? Yeah, I got like twelfth place.

Fredrik: What did the other people make?

Perry M: Really generic things, like ghosts, tall buildings, deadly animals and yeah...