Boredom

                It stared up at me as I raised my weapon. It was deadly, its soulless eyes glistened with false tears and I… I couldn't

do it. About five of them latched onto me at once, and I could feel them sucking the life out of me almost instantly. I felt myself losing consciousness… losing myself.

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How pathetic. They were the size of hamsters. They were pure evil! But they were dang cute. The personification of boredom itself. It just had to touch you to drain you mind and body. It doesn't let go until there’s nothing left. When they finish, you’d have died of boredom. I had discovered them accidentally, at my sister’s school, and found them nesting in the walls upon our closer inspection. Nobody had actually died yet, but they had spread as far as into the hospital itself. I had learned to hate them with a vengeance, but still couldn't lay a finger on them.

Looks like that finally came around to bite me. Literally.

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“So… it was you.”

I stirred, surprised at my own survival. What happened?

“…Why?”

I smiled weakly. “I was bored…”

 I noted that I couldn’t move. Wonderful. I turned my head to face my kidnapper/rescuer, feeling a fleeting mix of worry and relief before I recognized him.

“You!?” I gasped, nearly inhaling half the oxygen in the room. “Of all people, are you kidding me, you?!”

He smiled, but it was a different one than I remembered...

“Sort of.”

It took me a second to realize it looked off was because he was missing his big buck teeth and, ‘well, y’know’, it wasn’t packed with the essence of obnoxious rat-baby. He picked at the skin around his collar bone.

“Don’t freak out, okay?”

“Oh now you tell m—h-oooh my go-od.”

“Easy, stupid, it’s just a mask.” He said, pulling off the skin that was his ‘normal’ face. My jaw dropped, well, it tried to, but was already open as wide as it could go. It didn’t help that the face underneath the mask of the most annoying idiot I had ever met was… attractive. Jeez, his height and build changed, too… God knows how he pulled that trick off, but it seemed to be an impossibly easy transformation…

“J… J—”

“That’s not my name…” He said, rubbing his freckly face where the mask had left marks.

“My real name is Alex.”

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I was speechless, well, not so speechless. I continued to stammer like a retard. While I buffered, I tried to look around… get an idea of where I was. It was a set.  A lab straight out of Frankenstein—and I was strapped onto the table. This could only go well.

“…What is this?” I demanded, successfully forming a coherent thought at last.

I noticed the tracks and cars.

“A house of horrors…” I pulled against the straps. “Why are these so tight?”

“That’s the point.” He replied.

“I can barely move.”

“Also the point.”

“Are you behind all this?” I accused, perhaps with more melodrama than I’d like to admit.