Chandler, Arizona, United States
There's an old saying. If you don't want someone to join a crowd, you ask them, "If everyone were jumping off of a cliff, would you?" Well, I have. So my answer would be "Yes". True story.
Profile continued . . .
FEBRUARY 4TH, TWENTY-THIRTEEN
with love from CRS @ 8:38 PM
this entry brought to you by le butcherettes, "i'm getting sick of you"
They had said that it couldn't be done. But there it was, in its incubation tube, glistening in liquid silicon, its eyes wide, pale, and lifeless.
They had done it. It had incubated for thirty-four years, and as they eyed the clock on the wall, it was nearing time.
The clock ticked down. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen...
"Gentlemen, I must congratulate all of us."
"All of you have been so diligent and brave... I couldn't have asked for a better group of men to work with."
And then, altogether, the champagne bottle poised, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...
It was at this moment that he felt deep in his soul, a moment of apprehension. What if they were wrong? What if this whole time, they were about to unleash something terrible? He almost raised his hand in protest, but he didn't.
Three, two, one...
Its eyes seemed to focus, but rather than be filled with life, they were filled with something else. Something terrible.
"No..." he said out loud.
Its tendrils lifted and shook with agitation, and as they all looked at each other, all realizing that it had gone horribly wrong, the tendrils snapped, impaling four of them, lifting them into the air as the rest began to scatter in horror. Those that were lifted bled through their nose, their mouth, their ears, shrieking in horror, and then were thrown into walls like lifeless dolls.
The rest ran for their lives, as he stood their, staring at it. He needed to look it in its eyes. He needed to see the results of all these years of work. He had to look at what he had done, in the eyes, though he knew these were the last moments of his life.
It scittered forward slowly, staring him in the eyes, an unholy hatred boiling inside.
"I AM THE BIRTHDAY BOY," came its horrible murmur from within. "WHY HAVE YOU UNLEASHED ME?"
"...I'm so sorry," he said, having never uttered words more sincere in his life. "All this time, I had dared to... All this time... was trying to do something they said I couldn't. But I never... Never asked if I should."
The Birthday Boy cocked his head, staring into him with curiosity. "I AM THE BIRTHDAY BOY," it said. "NOTHING CAN STOP ME."