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He had been alone for so long that
despite being an introvert, the idea of company had become appealing. So when
the cavalcade of “alien” girls showed up and made themselves at home in his
little space station, he didn’t reject them. They called themselves aliens, but
in his eyes, they looked entirely human, except they lack basic commons sense.
Besides, they were his type, too bad he was sure they were all a figment of his
imagination.
The first girl, the one with
off-white hair, nibbled on a bag of freeze-dried snack food. As in the bag
itself, not the food. He’d say she looked bookish if it weren’t for her
complete lack of sense.
“You do realize the food is inside
the bag, right?” He pointed out.
“Makes sense,” she replied, “this
part tastes awful.” Her attempts to eat the bag ceased, yet she still struggled
to even open the bag. Not for lack of strength or effort, but because she
couldn’t even find the right side to open it from. He rolled his eyes and left
the “alien” to her devices.
The second girl, with an unnatural
shade of green hair, had engrossed herself in an old magazine. One she held
upside down. Even he could see the growing frustration on her face.
“Your holding it upside down,” he
commented.
“This is not a cipher?” She asked
before she finally flipped the magazine back up the right way. “Oh, this is
more legible, that explains the pictures.” Her frustration faded and was
replaced with a much softer expression as her eyes relentlessly scanned the
pages. He shrugged and moved on.
The last girl, with perfectly normal
hazel hair, stared out the window into the vast field of stars. She had stood
there for at least an hour. It frankly made him curious about her intentions.
“Looking at anything in particular?” He
asked her.
“No, just enjoying this intricate
piece of art,” she turned towards. “I did not think one could so thoroughly
replicate this image.”
“That’s not an art piece, that’s the
window,” he explained.
“Oh, I understand,” she turned away.
He could only imagine her expression, but he had a pretty good guess.
‘So this is what it’s like to go
mad,’ he thought, ‘I thought it would feel a lot more lonely and tormenting.’
“Your sanity has not left you,” the
white-haired one exclaimed.
“Uh, did you just read my mind?” He
stuttered.
“Yes,” the green-haired one replied,
“you think that we lack some trait called common sense and that we are not real.”
“Can you blame me?” He stated,
“You’re don’t exactly look like aliens.”
“How many aliens have you
encountered before?” The hazel-haired one countered.
“Point taken, but how am I supposed
to know you’re even real?” He inquired.
“Like this,” the white-haired one
moved close to him and slapped him across the face. “We are very real, you
should learn to accept that.”
“Ok, you’re real,” he rubbed his
cheek, “then why are you here again?”
“Is it not obvious?” The
green-haired one stared at him.
“N-no?” He uttered as the three
“aliens” glared at him in unison.
“Do not worry, you’ll understand
eventually,” the hazel haired one affirmed.
“When?”
“Now,” they stated in unison as they
began to circle around him, as he began to break out in a cold sweat.
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Just because something is weird and unexplained, doesn't necessarily mean it isn't real.
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