The Meme Chronicles 2018

Chapter 2

  Terrified. The more he stared, the more he wanted desperately to just disappear. The faint clucking had stopped, but his heart beat hadn't. Why was he so horrified by this? Then it dawned on him... He was in his bedroom. Upstairs. The two dull reflections of lights were as if the thing was floating, or suspended in mid air. He throat felt dry. The eyes relentless stare made him feel nauseous. 

  He wanted to just... go. Or die. Or teleport far away from this place! But those eyes had him hooked as if he was a small tuna getting drawn in by an Angler fish... He had to do something! So bravely, (And very slowly) he wielded the replica of the Super Sword from his favourite anime and stepped out of bed. Tip toeing, he inched closer and closer to those eyes, a moth to a lamp. He     was     now     at     the     window     he     couldn't     breathe   

Thensuddenlytheeyesshotupwardsandheleaptbackwardswithacryofterrorthethingwasonhisroof!

  In his pained state, he clumsily collected himself. His sword was on the floor, right next to a bruised ankle of his. He wanted to laugh, cry, sleep, and pursue all at once! He picked up his weapon of mass destr-

"Clarence?!", His dad burst in, "What just happened?". Then, noticing the state of his bed, the state of him, and the fact that he was holding a sword from one of those silly cartoons, he said more softly, "...Another one of those nightmares?". Clarence hastily agreed. He told his dad that he would go to sleep right away, and blah, blah, blah more excuses until he finally went back to bed.

  He was alone once again. Was it just a nightmare? An illusion? Or was there unembodied eyes on his ceiling. One look at the alarm clock and his mind was set. He had to get up in five hours but what was the harm in climbing the roof to see if there was any floating eyeballs on it instead of just going asleep?

  Deciding to ditch the sword, he plunged out of the window in a daring stunt that would make his parents proud- Or that's what he wanted to believe. He wasn't sure of where he got that whole 'parents proud' thing, his parents were proud! Maybe he is watching too many anime's...  

  Still deciding to ditch the sword, he... did perform a daring stunt that would make any onlooking think he was an idiot. He looked up from his window and before he could commit any badassery he saw those eyes again. But this time, with a little body? This... thing eclipsed the moon, giving Clarence an idea of how... small it was. Little arms, a tiny red body, a long snout? Nose? 

  Whatever the thing that protruded put of its face was, it creased, and spat directly in his face. Disgusting! He retreated into his room, the mucusy and snotty substance sliming down his face. He blindly shut the windows and ran into the bathroom. After clicking the light on, he had a clear sight of what was on his face. 

  With a clean face, and all that... spit down the drain, he just prayed it wouldn't clog any drains or pipes or suchlike. Shaking, he gingerly tiptoed once again down the hallway. Clutching the handlebar he opened his door. His window was open. He... thought nothing of it and went straight to bed.

  As he was about to slide into his covers, he noticed a three foot figure staring up at his poster of an anime women. Clarence would have lobbed his sword at it if it hadn't whispered, "My Queen", under its breath. It repeated it louder and louder until it  dashed out of the window apparently unaware of his presence.

  "What?" was all that Clarence was bothered to mutter before sleep peacefully embraced him.