A Talk with the Thing

I, xenodeath888 take full responsibility for this, i dont want anyone else getting in trouble for somethin i wrote, im not a very good fictional writer and i don't claim to be, everything i have posted on here so far is all based in reality, so bear with me. But i love stuff on metaphysics and reality, and i always wondered what it would be like having a discussion with a malevolent multidimensional entity, the horror and terror running through your body. Give it a read!

Your back is against the wall, as you've scurried like a cockroach to get a flashlight after the sudden power outage, its also in pain as your press it harder in harder against the wall, for the thing that your shining your flashlight down the hall on, is nothing near a creature of this planet.

It doesn't walk, it looms, floats, with an eerie grace down the hall towards you. It's tall, very tall, a pale blue, skeletonal in its body, and a grey featureless face sits upon its shoulders, if you could call them shoulders. The hall light suddenly turns on, and you realize the only light in the house that works now, is the hall light, which in a vague way connects you and the Thing as it shines down on you two. It stops, only a foot seperates you two. "Wha-what the fuck!?" you exclaim, it cocks its head. "hello", you hear a soft, yet menacing voice in your head. "What? Di-did you just" "speak? why yes, despite my lacking of a visible mouth at the moment im quite well experienced in your language" it chuckles. You begin gagging, you cannot believe this is happening. The terror is unlike anything you have ever felt. "Questions? my my your a plain looking human." it adds. "what?" you reply. "Don't you have any questions for me? I mean it's certainly not everyday you run into one of....Us", it says. "Wha-wha-what the fuck are you?...who are you? Why are you here?" it leans back, suddenly, a lump appears on its face, up in the forehead area, it gets bigger and bigger, and eventually starts to change color...quickly turning into a black obsidian, you force down vomit as you gaze in horror at the enormous, black eye this thing is now looking at you with. "Im, well, one of the ones who live in the worlds between these worlds. We are much higher beings then, eh, well, your kind. And you see, as you may have already guessed, I am here to kill you", it says, slowly leaning forward again, the eye looking somewhat gleeful

You slump down, turn and throw up all over the wall. "this can't...can't be happen-"I assure you it is human" the Thing chuckles again. Then you begin to get angry, our confusion has reached its max holding point, it overflows and you explode. "NO, FUCK NO!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE, FUCK YOU!" you yell, yet with the anger gone, you slump back down, feeling the inevitability. It's silent for a moment, it cocks its head again, "It's unfortunate you disagree with me, i wish i would've gotten one of those pathetic suicidal humans, this would've been so much easier then, but i have made my decision, and it is time for your life to end human", it faint line is visible where the mouth should be on it grey slab of a face. A smile? "Tears stream down your face, it's hopeless, this is it, "Im sorry everyone, i guess, this is the end, why go-" before you can finish it lunges forward, the "mouth" begins to stretch, and stretch, and stretch until it tears and opens, and a great, glowing chasm appears before you. You scream the truest and most deepest scream you ever have, as you stare into the chasm and the great black eye that looks down on you, almost from the heavens. In that moment you realize that the futility, we as humans are nothing but little insects, crawling across the face of this little rock in space, and in reality there is truly powerful beings, running things behind the visible curtain. You are nothing, a worthless, primitive speck in the black ether of space, a waste of time and energy for the truly meaninful beings of the universe, now die

And at that moment the lights turned on in the now ownerless appartment, the Thing was gone, how unfortunate