CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Professor wondered exactly when he fell asleep. It must have been when he drained his wife's blood. It hadn't felt like he was draining his wife's blood. He remembered doing it, performing the actions, mechanically. But he'd felt nothing. He'd felt cloudy. Was it really him doing it? Had he ever been real?
As he'd ran through the woods near his house, he'd known he was dreaming. Of course he was. He was completely naked, running through the woods, in the cold dark night, carrying a container of his wife's blood. On the orders of a Squid God. Of course it was a dream. He was floating through the trees and where he'd stop he did not know.
"STOP," said the voice of the Squid God and suddenly it felt a little more real. "Pour out the blood here. Say the wrods."
"Slektwag, fizzbin, sreaky'toos, boohat!" said the professor, pouring his wife's blood on the ground madly. He did not know where the words had come from or how he knew them. Nothing happened. He looked down at his wife's blood disappearing in the soul. Nothing happened...
"It's not enough blood," said the Squid God, casually. "You have to kill the man who is about to come over to you."
"What...man?" said the Professor. A dog was running over to him. A man was running after it.
"Here Johnny!" he said. "Sorry, my dog...oh, you're naked."
"I have to kill you now," said the Professor, awkwardly. "I'm not sure how I'll do it though..." He took a step forward, standing on the spot where he'd poured his wife's blood. Suddenly he felt powerful.
"Now hold on!" said the man. The Professor reached out with his hand. He put his hand right through the main's skull like it was paper. He could feel himself moving his hand around the man's brain. So squishy. There was a lot of blood.
"That's enough," said the Squid God. The Professor pulled his hand out. What was left of the man fell to the ground. His body disappeared into the soil, like the soil was eating it. The Professor looked at the dog.
"Run," he said, as he did not want to kill the dog too but felt like he was going to. The dog ran.
"Excellent," said the Squid God. "In thirty five years I will rise from this spot and consume my enemies."
"Why so long," said the Professor. He was floating above his own body now.
"A part of me will be here, growing underground, but the larger part is needed to fight the coming war against Taylor Swift," said the Squid God. "Once she is subdued I will rise agian and save humanity from the robots. Then not even Taylor will be able to stand against me."
"I killed a man," the Professor heard himself say.
"Would it help if I told you he was a paedophile?" asked the Squid God.
"Was he?"
"I don't know. Maybe? Lots of you are. Even you've had inappropriate thoughts about somet of your students."
"That's...true," said the Professor. He was so used to lying to his wife about it, but he didn't have to anymore. She was dead. "But they're not children..."
"So this dog walker was much worse than you!"
"You said you didn't know..."
"Anyway, time to go home and get cleaned up before your robot notices anything. You will then go to bed and you will forget this ever happened. You will wake tomorrow in mourning for your wife. And, in thirty five years, you will reembmer everything and return to this spot."
"And you'll bring my wife back to life?"
"Do you really want her? I could make your students your slaves. Imagine that." The Professor did for a moment. A cruel, sick moment. He shook his head.
"I want my wife back."
"Then you shall have her. Now go. Home. Shower. Sleep. Forget. My little puppet."
And the Professor found himself back in his body. The sun was coming out. He walked through the wood. He climbed back in his bedroom window. He got in the shower. He put his bedclothes on and lay down.
And finally he started to cry.
As he'd ran through the woods near his house, he'd known he was dreaming. Of course he was. He was completely naked, running through the woods, in the cold dark night, carrying a container of his wife's blood. On the orders of a Squid God. Of course it was a dream. He was floating through the trees and where he'd stop he did not know.
"STOP," said the voice of the Squid God and suddenly it felt a little more real. "Pour out the blood here. Say the wrods."
"Slektwag, fizzbin, sreaky'toos, boohat!" said the professor, pouring his wife's blood on the ground madly. He did not know where the words had come from or how he knew them. Nothing happened. He looked down at his wife's blood disappearing in the soul. Nothing happened...
"It's not enough blood," said the Squid God, casually. "You have to kill the man who is about to come over to you."
"What...man?" said the Professor. A dog was running over to him. A man was running after it.
"Here Johnny!" he said. "Sorry, my dog...oh, you're naked."
"I have to kill you now," said the Professor, awkwardly. "I'm not sure how I'll do it though..." He took a step forward, standing on the spot where he'd poured his wife's blood. Suddenly he felt powerful.
"Now hold on!" said the man. The Professor reached out with his hand. He put his hand right through the main's skull like it was paper. He could feel himself moving his hand around the man's brain. So squishy. There was a lot of blood.
"That's enough," said the Squid God. The Professor pulled his hand out. What was left of the man fell to the ground. His body disappeared into the soil, like the soil was eating it. The Professor looked at the dog.
"Run," he said, as he did not want to kill the dog too but felt like he was going to. The dog ran.
"Excellent," said the Squid God. "In thirty five years I will rise from this spot and consume my enemies."
"Why so long," said the Professor. He was floating above his own body now.
"A part of me will be here, growing underground, but the larger part is needed to fight the coming war against Taylor Swift," said the Squid God. "Once she is subdued I will rise agian and save humanity from the robots. Then not even Taylor will be able to stand against me."
"I killed a man," the Professor heard himself say.
"Would it help if I told you he was a paedophile?" asked the Squid God.
"Was he?"
"I don't know. Maybe? Lots of you are. Even you've had inappropriate thoughts about somet of your students."
"That's...true," said the Professor. He was so used to lying to his wife about it, but he didn't have to anymore. She was dead. "But they're not children..."
"So this dog walker was much worse than you!"
"You said you didn't know..."
"Anyway, time to go home and get cleaned up before your robot notices anything. You will then go to bed and you will forget this ever happened. You will wake tomorrow in mourning for your wife. And, in thirty five years, you will reembmer everything and return to this spot."
"And you'll bring my wife back to life?"
"Do you really want her? I could make your students your slaves. Imagine that." The Professor did for a moment. A cruel, sick moment. He shook his head.
"I want my wife back."
"Then you shall have her. Now go. Home. Shower. Sleep. Forget. My little puppet."
And the Professor found himself back in his body. The sun was coming out. He walked through the wood. He climbed back in his bedroom window. He got in the shower. He put his bedclothes on and lay down.
And finally he started to cry.
