Twisted Tales: The Great Snowstravaganza

Chapter Eight

 MIRORIE walks on stage with a kid's mini shopping cart.

MIROIRE: "Oh, hello again. I'd tell you why I'm in the supermarket shopping for apples and poison, but you already know why I'm here. That's, shopping for apples and poison if you didn't get that already. 

He grabs a couple of apples and puts them on a table, placing them in a circle. He starts looking for poisons.

MIROIRE: "Rat poison...no, too weak, battery acid... too strong, Human poison just right!..oh wait, wrong story."

Looks at each of the apples, laughs, and puts a drop of poison on one.

"You know what, let's make this interesting."

He puts poison on another apple. MIROIRE puts the cups over apples, shuffling them around, and turns it into a guessing game. 

"It's weird, this whole thing. You're right here watching all this evil right in front of your eyes, yet you do nothing! Absolutely, nothing."

 MIROIRE bites into one of the regular apples.

"Who am I to complain though? I only exist in this little world, soon I'll be but a memory as you all carry on with your own lives. What hurts me is that you've paid for this. We are just here for entertainment, but those seats are yours. But wouldn't you agree that our worlds our both equally real? This world that you are watching is as real to me as your lives are. You are as fictional to me as I am to you."

He takes another bite.

"But, the difference is, you've come to watch the main conflict, how the characters got around it and got a happy ending, you want us to fabricate your ideal lives in our little world."

He continues eating the apple, bite by bite.

Well guess what? Life isn't a fantasy. You want a spectacular ending where good conquers evil and everything is normal again? After this one conflict, you want us to replicate your perfect lives where everything ends happily. Well these "characters" to you, are real people to me. You may like or dislike some of them, but who gave you that right? I have an actual life, I've known these people for so long, but the one time our worlds collide you judge them instantly. How dare you!"

MIROIRE grows angry.

"I never asked to exist! I'm only here purely because you want me to be here, and soon all I'll be is a fading memory!"

He exhales sharply.

"No.. You're right. I'm the one in the wrong here. I know exactly what's happening and yet I'm blaming it on you. You just sit there, you wanted tension between characters, you wanted a good play. That's why you're here right? Well you know what? 

He takes one last bite and throws the core to the ground.  

"I'll give you a play! I'll try to make your replication of a perfect life, where it- All. Ends. Happily". 

He  stands in the center of the stage, thinking hard.

"But how will I do that? Do I reveal your existence to the others? No. That wouldn't work either. I'd still be crazy, they'd cast me out, I wouldn't be able to live anymore. I have to keep this job, it's my only hope of survival in this world. But from now on, everything that happens now I wont be able to control. I have to make this apple. If I don't, I'll die. But, what's the point anyway? If I do it I'll still die eventually; life has to end sometime, the only thing that controls when I die.."

He stares at the audience in realization.

"...is you. You say when it's over, you will know when it's over. All the lights will go out, and then what? It's just us. Then I will die and you will remain, oh how futile my entire life is. There's only one thing I can do now that will influence when it will end, and that is to keep talking to delay it! Yes that's exactly what I will do. I will take up the screen time with seemingly pointless words.. Oh but what's the point of it? I'll die anyway. There's no point in delaying the inevitable any further..." 

He sighs.

"I must leave you now, the QUEEN needs me for the plot. Tally ho!"

He runs offstage. The lights go out.