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[This story contains topics that some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised if you are sensitive to topics such as blood or gore. Additional warnings will be provided at the start of some chapters.]
Everything that...
Cried the yellow spotlight, staring off into no direction in particular.
They and the blue light were parallel to one another, standing off the grimy wooden stage for the first time in a long time. The yellow one had her head cocked to the side, making soft, displeased coos. She briefly turned back to see if the blue one would respond, and when he did not, she abruptly turned back to face the void.
Ahemmmm. I said... OH MY GOD! That's so awful! It repeated.
Instead of 'oh my God,' you should say: 'OH MY THOMAS EDISON!'
Piped up the smallest spotlight, taking her place to stand beside [Yellow.]
[Yellow.]
Yellow.
[Yellow?]
The sun is yellow. That spotlight is yellow. It is [Yellow.]
That's my name, don't wear it out!
It chuckled.
The brown spotlight tried peeking over the yellow thing, who batted her eyelashes innocently in my direction.
Oh, it really is so awful. Look at the absolute state of them all.
The tiny one said pitifully.
My eyes wandered from them and back to the void, the endless darkness we all resided in. But it wasn't exactly a void, there were images present, moving and shaping themselves in one fixed direction, as if we were patrons in a movie theatre.
I watched, oh I watched, I could not look away. The more I willed myself to look away the more I stared. Violent slashes of orange and red and blue assaulted my senses, rendering me nauseous. Curse the creator who brought me into this world, unable to relieve my own sickness.
Calm down, Shakespeare. It's just a tummy ache.
Someone vomited abruptly behind [Yellow], and he turned in excitement.
Oh, sick-! Literally!
[Blue], come take a look!
[Brown] said, never taking her eyes away from the grotesque picture.
The remaining light stood still, facing away from them.
Oh can we- can we play that back?
"Why are you crying?"
There- no. Wait, a little further. A liiiiiittle bit further.
"'Golly, thank you OJ! I'll keep my promise! I love you.'"
Theeeeere we go. Perfect.
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She said, eating big handfuls of popcorn out of a bucket.
[Brown] stepped closer, pressing her face against the nonexistent movie-television-something screen. She couldn't have gotten any closer if she tried, and she did try. She muttered 'I love you' at the same time as the picture spoke.
Oh that's disgusting.
[Red] scoffed.
Oh! I didn't even know you were here! I thought you were too good for this stuff.
I don't really care about needlessly gross stuff.
[Yellow] looked at the screen, then back to him.
Uh...Vomit?
YES, vomit. I can't stand that! What's the reason for it?!
Well maybe sometimes we just gotta let everything out in one big, nasty, gross, bitter—
"BhhWAauugh....haah...waaaa...AUUUGHH!"
—JEBEZUS H. CHRIST ON A STICK!!! Turn that down a little teensy tiny bit or I'm gonna sheaaaat myself...
[Brown] stepped back from the screen, and those words continued to loop themselves over, and over, and over, and over again.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
The blue spotlight turned slowly towards the group. It was so slow in fact, so so so minuscule of a movement, that they had time to loop those words another 4,762 times before he could face the screen.
I love you.
Ugh, I love this stuff. Love, love lovey-dove. WHAT IS LOVE?!
[Yellow] asked much louder than she needed to.
Baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more.
[Brown] added.
My weary eyes met his. When he met mine, I nearly went blind, falling to my knees and at last screaming out in pain. I believe I was louder than the incessant 'I love you's' but I cannot recall.
Narrator down!
[BLUE] NOOOO don't hurt himmm I wanna keep him around just a little bit longer...Please? Pretty please?
My entire body burned as if I had been lit on fire.
Oh cut that out. That's not nice.
And just as soon as it began, it was soothed.
That's a bad [Blue], leave Mr. Narrator alone!
[Yellow] said as she threw the popcorn bucket at him, and as he was made of light, it went right through them.
Can you tell us what love is?
Asked the saddest voice I'd ever heard in my existence.
Then the burning began once again. The color blue enveloped all of my senses.
It's that.
He said simply, pointing to the screen.
"I'm so glad we had this talk."
Nobody's ever loved anything that much in the entire world. Needed something to hold, to rip it apart then tell themselves it was okay, because it's better to have loved and lost than to never ha—
They smacked a hand to their head, dragging it down slowly against the blade-part of his sharp head.
