This world is bland.
"Bland."
"Bla-nd"
"Bland"
"World."
There is no color.
"Color."
"Col-or"
"Color"
"There."
All inhabitants are transparent and even the world, itself, is see-through.
"See-through."
"See-through"
"See-through"
"All."
Life is stagnant. The world is stagnant. Nothing is created nor is anything destroyed.
"Destroyed."
"Des-troyed"
"Destroyed"
"Created."
Mindless and soulless, these empty husks stare into space for any sign of inspiration. Any sign of purpose.
"Purpose."
"Pur-pose"
"Purpose"
"Empty."
Although it might seem like a fruitless endeavor, they do find something: forms. Using their unique characteristics, they can mimic the shapes of the meteors and asteroids they observe. But to be more specific, they mirror anything they see.
"See."
"Se-e"
"See"
"Mirror."
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This process of imitating has continued and repeated itself since the creation of time. Nevertheless, that doesn't mean there aren't any exceptional cases or situations.
"Situations."
"Sit-uations"
"Situations"
"Continued."
*BOOOOM*
For the first time in a hundred years, a large shift of movement can be observed on the planet. Millions, or even billions, of mismatching shapes, rush to the site of the explosion because today a special circumstance has occurred. Meteorites, or objects that have crashed onto the planet are things that all dwellers desire. Although they’re able to plagiarize the form of anything they see, they’re still, at the end of the day, empty husks. Thus, to fill their void, these transparent beings stuff themselves with any foreign object they can find: To give themselves color, to give themselves personality.
“Personality.”
“Person-ality”
“Personality”
“Meteorites.”
Swarming the ordinary rock, the inhabitants replicate rows of sharp-like objects and continuously chomp onto the meteorite. Although disorganized, the first contractors only consume a small amount of the rock, allowing the lagging dwellers a chance to ingest–
[Would you like to partake in a deal?]
“Deal?”
“D-eal?”
“Deal”
“You.”
A deal?
[A covenant between two lacking worlds. One that will benefit both of us.]
“Us.”
“U-s”
“Us”
“Lacking.”
What would this covenant entail?
[It’s very simple. I’ll send you a group of individuals which whom you can do whatever you want with, and in a hundred years, I want you to send me something back.]
“Back.”
“Ba-ck”
“Back”
“Indivudals.”
Send anything back? It doesn’t have to be the same beings that you’ll deliver?
[I would hope you send something back of equal quality.]
“Quality.”
“Qual-ity”
“Quality”
“Send.”
Witnessing as the clueless shapes mindlessly continue chewing on the foreign pile of rocks, there was nothing to think about.
“Deal”
“De-al”
“Deal”
“Shapes.”
[Perfect. I hope you enjoy my gifts.]
***
*beep, beep*
*beep, beep–
Slapping my phone alarm off, I take a moment to slowly blink at my ceiling.
It’s already Monday I guess. I think to myself.
After taking a big stretch in bed, I lazily flop out of bed and put on my slippers. Why’s it so bright today?
Checking my phone for any notifications, I see that the time is 7 A.M. “Weird,” I mumble to myself.
Not taking another moment to linger on the weather, I slowly trudge my way to my bathroom.
*yawn*
“I really don’t want to go to school, today,” I pray to myself as I turn on the sink.
Splashing my face with water, I then look at my ugly pathetic self in the mirror.
To psych myself up, I make a big fake smile and say to my reflection, “Are you ready for another bland day, Jaden?!”