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Shaun Philip Mason ([personal profile] adaptiveimmunities) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2019-09-18 02:46 pm (UTC)

It's not a new dream.

The setup is almost comical. There's a brightly lit stage. The backdrop is full of bright colors and more flashing lights, and anyone who has watched even a little daytime TV would recognize it for what it is--a game show in front of a live studio audience.

Well.

"Live" might be a bit of a misnomer. The people filling the seats aren't technically people anymore. They're zombies, and while they're not leaving their seats to charge the stage as they would in real life, especially in these numbers, they are moaning. A lot.

At the center of the stage is a pretty young woman with streaks of blonde in her hair, holding a microphone and smiling at the audience. She is, of course, visibly armed. "Welcome to 'Who is Your Real Sister!' I'm your host, Becks Atherton, and let's hear it for our guest today. Shaun Mason!" The podium lights up and Shaun is standing there, blinking out at the audience as they moan loudly.

Becks turns toward Shaun, beaming. "Why don't you tell the audience a little bit about yourself, Shaun?"

"Uh. I'm Shaun Mason and this is fucking bullshit."

Becks laughs. "Don't be like that, Shaun! Now, we all know you have a really close relationship with your sister." She smirks. "So now it's time to tell us, who is your real sister!"

Three curtains on the other side of the stage are pulled aside to reveal... George. There is a sign above each woman: [HALLUCINATION] [CLONE] [ORIGINAL FLAVOR] The women are identical, aside from the brown eyes of the George with the label marking her a hallucination.

"It's time to choose, Shaun!"

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