A bland monitor flashes red repeating a phrase, "WEBNOVEL's writing platfo-" before coming to a halt falling down on a unconscious child. *CRASH* The monitor's screen lands on the child shaking its surroundings.
In its remains lay a child no older than 6. Cuts bleed from his small frame, as sparks fly out from the monitor. Cuts slowly turning into gashes, gashes leading into internal bleeding.
Beside the boy lay a journal labeled V6, glowing slightly it erupts into an excruciating bright light that pierces the heavens. Slowly the air and earth begin to vibrate humming into a sound of peace and sadness.
*BOOM* *POP* Sounds of cannons and gunfire go off around as stampedes of 4 legged creatures rush into the battlefield ahead. *CRACK* The boy is trampled by dozens of quadrupeds, crushed into a red paste.
"Yeah, that should do it." Behind the screen a disheveled man takes a sip of coffee as he brushes his hair.
*DING DONG* Ignoring the doorbell he yawns walking to the bathroom as he passes the doorframe he sees an elderly woman peering through his window. "¡Jason abre esta puerta!"
"¡Dame un segundo!" Jason shouts back. Rushing to his bed he grabs a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Opening the door he holds out his arms in a huggable manner.
"Jason, ya sabes que yo odio que vivas solito." She scolded in motherly tone ignoring his hug.
"It's only for a while Mama, I'll be moving in with Zek in a week."
"Oh yes, moving in a week. Me dijistes eso la otra semana." She replied sarcastically.
"Well, to be honest with you… I was… But then I forgot." He replied scratching the back of his head.
Still not amused she walked inside Jason's home. Beside the doorway hanged multiple photos, family and friends. And a special turtle labeled "Ralph."
Jason sighs closing the door, as he walks towards the living room he sees his reflection against the silver mirror.
Before him stands a man, of average height. Brown mopped hair covers his forehead, dull eyes spot wrinkles and unmistakable beauty mark under his left eye.
Shaking his head at his unlucky streak at growing a beard he walks passing even more memorabilia.
Arriving to the living room he sees his mother sitting cross legged looking at photos with a smile.
"Jason, do you remember when Pedro took this?"
"I think Dad took that around my first season." He lazily replied staring off to his bedroom.
"And what made you stop playing baseball?" She asked reminiscing.
"Honestly, I don't even remember." Jason replied yawning.
Jason spent the next few minutes looking at photos with his mother internally hoping for her to leave.
Deciding to break the ice he asked if she was hungry, "Hey Mama, you hungry?"
"Yeah, but you're paying."
"Of course, but I get to pick." Jason replied with a smile.
Slipping on a pair of crots, he grabbed his keys. Closing the door behind him he was hit with the sound of cars honking and smoke rushing towards his nostrils.
"Sorry about that J, didn't see you there."
"Nah, it's alright Adio." Jason replied to his neighborly Rastafarian.
Walking ahead he sees his mother staring unamused at his friend.
"Adio?" She asks.
"Yeah, that's Adio. He's a Rastafarian." Jason explained.
"And that is?…"
"Reformed Christianity, but with weed." Jason replied with a straight face.
"Uh-huh."
Walking towards the parking lot he clicks his keys. *BEEP*
"Hey how did you even get here?"
"Hijo, you live in New York. Do you think I'm gonna get here in car?"
"You took the train didn't ya?" He asked getting inside.
"If you mean the L then yeah. I took it."
Finding a local diner was easy. The hard part was driving to it. 30 minutes of traffic and angered gestures from his mother lead to them finding a suitable diner.
"Hey welcome to Malcom's what can I get ya?" A bland waitress asked holding a small memo book.
"Yeah can I get a chopped cheese with side of fries?" Jason asked folding a napkin into a crane.
"And you Ma'am?"
"What's the special dear?" She asked.
"Todays specials are pastrami, baked pretzels, and a cake shake." The waitress replied eyeing Jason's crane.
"I'll get the baked pretzel with ranch."
"And to drink?" The waitress asked writing down the previous order.
"I'll take a water." Jason replied finishing the crane.
"Some lemonade would be nice." Jason's mom replied smiling at his antics.
"Gotcha, it'll be ready in a few minutes."
Presenting his mother the crane she she smiled as she placed it in her handbag.
"You know, you've given me hundreds of these. And I still don't know how you do it."
"Trade secrete." Jason replied starting another one.
"Hmm."
After waiting a few minutes they received the food and talked about Jason's life in the city that never sleeps.
Leaving a 5 dolar tip and a crane Jason walked alongside his mother to the car.
*WaaaahhhH* A blazing loud sound passed by him followed by more equal sounds.
Ignoring it he continued walking whilst his mother looked on with concern.
Taking a left he heard his name, "JASON!"
Turning his head he sees a small black child before being bombarded by a massive milk tank.
'Is this how I really go out? By a fucking milk tank?' Jason asked himself, in return he gargled blood and saw his family flash in his eyes before visiting the abyss.
"No, you're only getting started."
*CRACK* An ear splitting crack is heard in reality a small piece of the sky is chipped. As it falls streaks of light follow it. Slowly a small gas like ball squeezes out of said crack.
Followed by it hundreds of other gas like balls rush out of the crack. All eager for freedom.
Landing on a small pile of sand a red ball slowly transforms into a slug like slime.
Feeling an everlasting hunger it rushes to a random direction following only its nose like appendage. Having full confidence it strides over the sand to only fail as another slug like slime has taken it's prize.
The silver slime consumes the chip slowly taking the shape of a bipedal form. Filled with rage the red slime leaps on to the silver slime only to be consumed in a matter of seconds.
"Jason!" Screams are heard but unresponsive. "J-Jason!"
"Ja-" Until nothing is heard anymore.
Slowly all other balls are consumed by the silver one. Leaving only one that cradles it self. The silver one stares at it as if it had eyes. Before sending out a red tendril absorbing the last one.
As on cue the silver ball slowly levitates expanding into a cocoon like vase. Spinning rapidly it drills it self into the moss like soil.
Unknown to it, multiple glass like spheres arrive lighting the crater with a deep shade of blue.
Coming to halt they leisurely form into a diamond like shape. Its corners changing into a deep shade of green.
"Kontakt, našli Z12. Zahtjev Vidi." A monotone voice spoke.
"Odnesite to u odjeljak 128." The cocoon is lifted by magnetic like straps, leaving only the imprint of an hourglass with a vertical line going through both ends.
"Popravi ostalo." With a flash of red the scenery is back to it's original place.