Dimension Of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter 12 - The Revelation Of The Hour

The watch is glistening in the dim light of the room, cheekily beckoning me from a different dimension. The evidence doesn't add up, it doesn't make sense. Though, in a weird way, it also does make extraordinary sense. Somehow. I'll figure that out.

I rotate to 4663 who was already looking at me, puzzled. "Hey, can you get that book out?" I question anxiously.

"Why? What do you need it for?" She asks out of curiosity.

"Stuff." I sputter out.

"Like what?" She questions furthermore.

"Does it matter? Just get it out already."

"Oh, whatever." She sighs, as she brings her Popit out. The book appears in the air, and I spread my arms out to catch it. It drops into my grasp, and I frantically rip it open and head straight to the index.

As I reach the first index page, near the end of the book, I scan through the 'D' category. I see nothing.

I flip the page to the 'P' category, and find what I was looking for.

'President.'

I follow the pages until I reach the number indicated in the index, and find myself back on the 'Positions of Power' heading.

I look at the picture in the corner.

It's the same watch, and the same shirt.

I look back up to Bart, to see that same watch and that same shirt. My head tilts back and forth at least seven times to make sure I'm not hallucinating.

Just to make sure, I look down at my hands.

All four fingers on each side. Yes I have four fingers. Yes it's normal for me.

Crazy Bart lifts his head up again and looks toward the crowd behind us. I drag the book up, line up the picture next to his head, and feel my eyes widen.

I'm not hallucinating.

All of a sudden, his head drops back down as his hair swoops into his face again.

I slowly lift myself up off the floor, as 4663 looks in confusion once more. I steadily approach the elusive figure. I feel my figurative heart beating straight out of my chest. Behind me 4663 raises up and also draws closer.

"What are you doing?!!?" She whispers in my ear.

"You'll see." I murmur quietly.

As we approach, we yet again hear his ramblings in full.

"THEM!!!! ME!!!! THEM!!!! STAY AWAAAAY!!!!" He screams.

I will admit, I'm damn terrified of this guy again. Though on the off-chance I'm correct in my theory, this'll be just like old times.

As we take the last few steps, we are now as close as we have ever been, and practically right on top of him. I now prepare myself for whatever he might throw at us.

Sure enough, he whips his head up and glares into my soul with the intent to swallow it whole. 4663 yelps from it, but I stay looking directly into his eyes trying desperately not to chicken out.

His eyes are stretched open, and his cheeks are currently resting from whatever expression he just had.

Though, his crazed appearance matches everything I remember. Hidden under years of something, I can still tell who he is.

A few seconds of this confrontation go by, as Bart slowly discovers that his tactic isn't working on me anymore. His shivering continues on for this whole time, and Bart's eyes sharpen at me.