After showing the message to her, we decided to stroll around the woods thinking that maybe Mr. XY will meet us in the woods.
"This is turning into something else. Should we include all of this in the article?"
"It's an interesting story for sure. But maybe we should just learn more about Apeisynthecoid and then fuck off", Sam said, sweating profusely.
"You scared?"
Of course, he was scared. By the time, we walked out of the house, the sounds of his heavy breathing hit my ear like it was some wild bear in the woods.
"Why my number? Not yours?", he asked, maybe more to himself.
It being my number would have reduced his stress. Why was I even friends with this selfish pig? But somewhere, as hypocritical as it sounds, I was somehow relieved that it was not my number.
"You know your uncle here, don't you? Maybe it's him all the way and he is pulling some prank".
"It can't be him".
"Come on. People can pull out pranks anytime".
"Ya, only if they exist."
My eyes widened. A little part of my brain showed a middle finger to the whole other part which didn't take this scenario as a possibility.
"Then? You just came like that?"
"I love a girl who lives here"
"And Nina?"
"Nina. Fuck Nina. Do you even know what she does?"
"Don't tell me she is a prostitute."
I shouldn't have made that clever no-audience pun. He raised his eyebrows. I could clearly sense billions and zillions of neurons in his brain gliding here and there, judging my character and the other possibilities.
"That's what she does", he grumpily said.
"What?!"
"Yeah. What did you think she did, by the way?"
"I.. Umm.. I always thought she worked in some departmental store or maybe waitress."
"Then how did you guess that?"
"Well, you made that expression. So, my mind picked up the wildest possibility".
Ten years on, I have now become a free human being who doesn't really have any compulsion to lie(most of the times). But tell me, which comic entity has come down to earth and has physically demonstrated the benefits of telling the truth? If a lie brings peace, then I don't want anything in this world to be true.
His phone got a notification again. He picked it up and looked at it and then at me. At that moment, I completely understood what he had read. At that moment, it felt like language was a just a construction to become a barrier.
"He is calling us to some office. Some building called 'Simeon' ".
"But won't he get exposed there?"
"I don't know."
We began walking fast to get out of the forest which was a fast downward hike.
"What does he want from us?", Sam asked.
"There are a lot of questions. Could it be some childhood friend?"
"I hope it's some prank".
On the contrary, I wished it was not a prank. Maybe I was just an inherent selfish guy who just wanted to know the truth. Upon reaching the main road, we took a taxi to Crunchybox road. Ya, someone named that to a road.
"Text him back regarding where do we meet him", I said.
"He has already texted something".
"What?"
"Just enter the second floor and you will know me".
I became a bit curious.
"You know, Sam, I was thinking about something."
"What?"
"What if he killed Mr. Hayato?"
He became more perplexed.
"Motherfucker, you are telling it here?!", he shouted at me.
"Why?"
"What if your hypothesis is true and it's our last day?"
"Come on, dumbass. A murder can't happen in an office building on Monday".
He looked down. Keep your logic so strong that it cuts down every other counter-intuitive emotion.
We entered the Simeon building. It was like any other office, crowded with people in checkered shirts or suits, walking or hanging around either looking frustrated or depressed or both. Some had even died. Their souls hung around to do the rest of the office work.
Without speaking to anyone, we got into a lift with a coughing old man to go to the second floor. As soon as we got into the lift, Sam got another notification.
'From here on, I am everywhere'. Seemed like a message from God but it was the message from the devil, Mr. XY himself.
"What does he mean by this?", Sam enquired.
"Come with me", the old man chimed in.
"Do you know Mr. XY?"
"I am Mr. XY".
We looked at him. He had a 80's pornstar moustache and a little paunch. He had extremely jammed curly hair and thick spectacles, which I am sure was used as a microscope sometime back. But the things that we were going to experience from here on were extraordinary.
"Oh!", we said and we followed him.
"Where are you taking us?", I asked.
Suddenly, he rushed to the washroom and another unknown lady began speaking to us.
"To show you something", she said and we began to follow.
"Show us what?"
She too went in some other direction and some other guy began conversation.
"Apeisynthecoid".
"Wait! What the fuck's happening?"
"I am Mr. XY. Infact, we all are Mr. XY. It's a community run by one brain-", he said and then all of the crowd shouted in unison,"ME!!!".
We walked on, completely befuddled and amused. All of their eyes on us and everyone except the guy guiding us, sat still. Completely still.
We followed the guy to a huge screen. The huge screen had the map of the whole city of Zuschter but it was under a huge gelly, transparent body.
"What?"
"It's apesyntheoid", the guy replied.
"By the way, now you are the only Mr. XY", Sam enquired.
"We all are. Those people sitting still, they are my subconscious. This guy talking to you here, is the conscious part of my brain", the guy said.
"Is it some prank?"
All the flower vases and the paintings came crashing down, on their own. The windows began shaking real hard.
"YOU THINK I AM JOKING?!", the guy was such in such a peaceful temperament that seeing this side of him actually made it scarier than it should have been. It really meant one thing. Those people were actually possessed.