Dimension Of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter 17 - My Personality Is Yes

We whip our heads toward the source of the noise down the winding tunnel, after long hearing someone clomping towards us.

My flight or flight instinct has already kicked in as I stare forward, ready to bolt in the other direction. Before I can back off, 4663 grabs my shoulder to keep me in place

"Go. Along. With it." She whispers with half her mouth, leaning in.

Down the path runs a tall, cubic, lanky figure made of wood. Their face is shaped in a way where their mouth is weirdly wedged vertically between two other bits of their face, with the bottom jaw of the mouth being missing. It kind of looks like a card reader slot, shoved onto someone's face.

Their eyes are also placed just above this 'mouth', rotating around on a point as the person runs.

The person is wearing a basic white t-shirt, printed with a graphic of a bearded man, in monochrome greyscale. As the person comes closer, I can see some text next to the picture, which now seems to be a quote from whoever the image is depicting.

A pin is stuck into their shirt too. Coloured light blue, it says with white text: 'MAKE CRAFTWORLD PERFECT'.

The tone of the message evokes a hint of: 'I'm gonna scream at you and ignore everything you say to defend yourself.'

Whoever this guy thinks he is, his fashion sense got left behind at ten years old, because his bright yellow shorts are way too stubby for his legs. His shirt is also weirdly pressed against his body, so much that the geometric shapes of his torso stick out and stretch his top.

It's as if you threw a blanket over a table and then wore that out in public.

As he approaches he slows down, then staggering his steps and stopping just in front of us.

"Did one o' you say 'Supreme Leader'?" The man smugly questions.

"Yeah, we did." 4663 answers.

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He continues looking at the both of us, smiling slightly and crossing his arms. His head is aimed upward a bit, to where it looks like he's about to tell us a spooky story.

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"So?..." 4663 says, breaking the silence, aside from this guy's breathing and mine.

"Can I just, talk to you bunch about summin'? I've not had a good chat today!" He asks, as he grabs my right shoulder and 4663's left shoulder.

"Uh... Sure?" 4663 questions, while disturbed at the notion of this random guy touching us like we're his life-long friends.

He coughs as he begins rapidly talking. "You guys seem pretty enthusiastic, so can we just talk about how wonderful this world is now?!" He chuckles and spins us both around to where he's behind us and spreading his arms along our backs.

His forearm hangs down my chest and feels very uncomfortable.

He leans in the middle of us and sticks his head out between our heads. "I mean, just look at this beautiful society! It could just make a sci-fearin' patriot cry!" He points us around at the alley's walls as he shows us the 'majesty' of whatever he's talking about.

Said 'majesty' is nothing more than a drab alley that just looks more uninspired than impressive. All the colours are bland and devoid of what makes something interesting to look at. I mean, usually there'd be an explicit term sprayed somewhere, but without one, my eyes don't bother to pay attention.

"Hey!" He exclaims, after showing us, something... "Like, uh, think back to before the revolution! What was it like?" He asks us together, as he gets right up in our faces. If he got any closer to my mine, we'd may as well be kissing.