But Samantha could not sleep.
Yes, by the way: her name was really Samantha. Yet while it was her more accustomed name, she still found a spark of appeal in ‘Plink.’
She could not sleep because Willy—that adorable, poor man—was sound asleep next to her, completely zonked out like an Abghrjlakhxgnyojurldfao: a creature in their world that slept a lot. Admittedly she knew she was exhausted, but she could not submit to the will of her body. Even a basic yawn seemed miles away while her mind bustled like protons in a microwave. So much had occurred lately. She had been thrown out of Inside and left in a dark abyss of sadness and insecurity. And most of all, she was falling for an idiot—and not only an idiot, but an idiot who thought she was an ogre. How she found herself flailing at this man’s feet left her so puzzled. Perhaps she only liked him since he was the only man in her life at this moment, but she knew it had to be deeper than that. Much deeper. Still, she found herself shamed for falling for a man without a rational bone is his body. And all these crazy thoughts in her head about Willy made her emotions go up and down and up and down and sideways and backwards and off a ledge and into the river and into the mouth of a giant fish. It’s not as though she was a dramatic girl, like all the other girls from her home; Samantha merely had a tendency to easily fret at about 99% of situations she faced—especially, but not exclusive to, the undesirable ones.
At first Willy had seem rather cute, and the realization of his special disadvantage hadn’t come until they started wandering. But idiot or not, Samantha still found Willy jolly and welcome. She could even see herself staying with him for a really long time, even if it meant always listening to Willy ramble about her being an ogre—even if it meant going with him on these pointless quests.
But did Willy love her in return? Is he even capable of loving? And this is where her confusion started flying.
Cracks occurred throughout Samantha’s back as she flopped over to the other side of her body for a good look at Willy’s precious face. Do keep in mind, she hardly did this in the stalker-ish way—she simply did it because it pleased her to look at Willy throughout the night as he slept.
So cute and innocent. Sure, she may never receive gorgeous bundles of weeds or really anything one might receive from a normal lover. –But if he were to love her…
Oh! If he were to love her! Samantha’s moods swapped out as fast as her brain swapped topics –Her brain hopped around from one train of thought to the next as regularly as most women brains do. And to you feminists, trying with all your might to rip any and every story to shreds: this was not necessarily a bad thing. Of course, all you women have under-privileged brains and can hardly help bouncing around in no clear direction of thought, but I will not blame it on that—even though it is the main cause—because this tale is not a sexist tale. But back to the real story:
She fantasized for a long time of the two of them going for walks, looking down on the world from a mountain, kissing in the moonlight, and so on.
It was official. Samantha would talk to Willy as soon as soon the right moment came along. She was—at least to her standards—in love.
Samantha’s vision slowly faded off into darkness as she listened to the snaps, crackles, and pops of the fire while thinking of Willy and all of their wonderful—
And just like that, she was back in panicky attacks of thought. Samantha realized that sleep was no longer a possibility, and she stayed up all night thinking.
But we’ll just let her think for a while and in the meantime move on to our third and final perspective. Fear not: you did indeed read that sentence currently. I titled this tale “A Story of Two Protagonists and a World,” and yet I am now surprising you with a third perspective. This is nothing but trickery at its finest. I did not lie, but I also did not tell the whole truth; for really, if I had named the story appropriately, it would have been called “A Story of Two Protagonists and a World and Also One Conflict.” My tricky self has done it again, and you fools have plummeted head-first into my palms. And yet, in your hearts you will forgive me, for this scheme has ultimately lent this story to more shock; and with this third character, shock in the name of the game. However, the name of this man will not be revealed for suspenseful, eerie, and over-the-top terrifying affect. Even telling you he is a man is already ruining some of his mystery.
The mystery man crouched in the corner of the cave, acting villainous and creepy. So very, very creepy. So creepy that even the fiercest mammal would run to its mother to breast feed. The fiercest insect would hide in its environment.The fiercest sea critter would drown. And the fiercest alga would even be willing to call upon its lesser kind for assistance.
The creep had teeth which looked as though they could bite through steel—eyes that pierced through you like a sword. He had a uvula so sharp that it would slice you in two on your way down his long, long throat.
Now that we know how horrifying our menace is, we may move onto his thoughts… What he thought… The things he thought.
Mwahahahaha. So young these two. So naïve. They don’t know the terrible evil that will cast shadows upon their souls. Hehe. Haha. Mwahaha.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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