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He squints a bit harder as his eyes roam over the man in his room.
“You appeared out of nowhere.”
The man raises an eyebrow. “Yes.”
“There’s a strange man in my room.”
“Yes.”
“A strange man who appeared out of thin air.”
“We’ve established this, yes.”
“A strange man who fell down from my ceiling and is standing right here, right now. In my room.”
“Didn’t fall from the ceiling, I appeared out of thin air.”
“Right.”
“Yes.”
It’s quiet for a moment.
Sam stares at the ground. “Do I need to call the police?”
“Do as you wish.”
“Was that a threat?”
There’s a look of pure confusion on the face of the strange man. “How on earth could you possibly think that that’s a threat?”
Sam half-heartedly shrugs and looks at the man. “Then what the fuck am I supposed to do here?”
The man takes a seat at the edge of the desk. “Who says you need to do anything?”
“Alright, this conversation is clearly going nowhere, got it”, Sam rubs a hand over his face, tired, but then seems to freeze for a moment. The pull and push that had been going on the back of his mind ever since the moment the man crashed landed- sorry, appeared out of thin air- got stronger, clawing to the forefront. Almost itching. A light bulb seemed to turn on, even if faintly. Realization hits him with a less shockingly hard force than he had anticipated. The palm of his hand presses down slightly into his eye. The words are out of his mouth before he can think them over or stop them.
“You look like me?”
“That sounded like a question. I see you have eyes and more than half a functioning brain”, is the sarcastic reply.
Sam slowly lifts his head, his eyes trained on the stranger before him. His mouth opening and closing, unable to form words.
“Yes, I am your fairy-godparent who has protected you all this time from all the evil in the world. But now it’s time for you to accept your magical destiny and go on an epic quest.”
The young man’s eyes light up, his entire being seems to come to life, every cell in his body starting to vibrate. This could be the best thing the best thing that ever happened to him! Leaving everything behind, starting the new magical life he knew he was always destined to have… His voice is small yet hopeful: “Really?”
“No, of course not, you dolt.” He gets a smack from a cane that appeared from underneath the man’s long coat (wow, apparently there’s a theme here with “suddenly appearing”. Maybe we should look a bit more into that, perhaps there’s a psychological reason behind it. A trauma perhaps, some backgr- HEY, NO, NO COMMENTARY, GET ON WITH THE STORY, OAF).
“Hey, ow!” Bewildered the martyr rubs his leg. “Alright, could I maybe get a hint? I’m in the dark here and this conversation isn’t exactly helpful.”
The man hangs his cane over his arm -a silent threat- and leans back on his hand. He tilts his head, his ear on his shoulder. His posture seems relaxed but Sam feels anything but relaxed. The unnatural teal eye zoned in on the young man, feeling like it pierces right through to his brain.
“We both know that this is only happening here. We know that you wrote this. This is the introduction of your character, because you wanted, needed a beginning. The birth of this whole dimensional stage-play.
So that’s what I’m doing here. That’s what we’re doing here. You know why I’m here, Blue.”
It’s quiet again.
“Alright. Alright, if this is how you wanna do it, fine.” I shake my head. “Why is it always some shit with the fourth wall with you, god.”
The small usual smile appears on Patch’s face. “If you can write a better character, I’m all ears.”