It was dark. It was warm. Blister's eyes hurt but he didn't care, he was safe and he was occupied. The box was his solace from the world outside, filling his brain with a strange form of nostalgia and dulling the stress his life had provided him. His left bicep was beginning to fester with flies, his right foot couldn't be felt, and a large patch of his bushy black hair had been torn out a few minutes before but the box was more important than all of this. Despite the cord connected to the box in connection chaining Blister to the wall, the rectangular prism felt like no prison. The colorful lights showed him places he longed for more than the refuse he had made his house from. The voices from the box drowned out the screaming he heard outside. Out of six sides... only one fed him in vision while the luring sound echoed throughout the white walled building. Like everyone his mind was broken, the pieces that made up his life before lost in a sea of the shards belonging to others and yet something in his brain knew...THIS. Filthy hands gripping the box, one could see almost all of this in his face alone." Come on down to burger town, of burger joints we have the crown!" "Do you need to find someone special?" "Call now to buy 1 get 2 free!" He was fine until the nursing home advertisement. At the description of the place he started shaking, mumbling to himself, and groping the screen more than before. The TV rested in his lap as he took his hands off the screen and made fists with both, trying to decide how to feel. Blister slapped the screen with the palm of his right hand a few times while screaming something inaudible even in what I can get of the security footage... 2 minutes later he smashed his face through the small television and passed away from either electrocution or internal bleeding. Blister died trying to reach paradise.
-Skunk
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