As I stated
yesterday my friend CJ is coming over today so I wrote a shorter
short story early so I could do it in time before he came
over.(though based on my time zone, I assume to some of you it could
be even be midnight when I post this) I hope you enjoy!
The Reality
Warehouse
I bring good
news everyone! Y'know that whole 2012 apocalypse thing that's
supposed to kill you all? It's not going to happen! Though its all my
fault really and my boss would kill me(metaphorically speaking, he'd
fire me, but I need the money to get through college so understand my
plight) if he found out so yeah I'm actually kind of sad on my end.
Here's how it
all happened. I'm a god. I work at what's called a “Reality
Warehouse” where realities are stored. It looks like your ordinary
little warehouse and the realities are stored in these little crystal
ball looking things with sticky labels on them. (What, you'd think we
would overcomplicate things?)
See, your
reality was on a shelf with a whole bunch of other realities to have
apocalypses this year. But I kinda tipped over the shelf. Well, I
actually tipped many shelves of apocalypse destined realities. Took
me hours to put them all back. Thing was though as frantically as I
tried I could not find a place to put yours even though all of them
had fit before.
Since my boss
was going to come back to the warehouse in a few minutes I tore off
your realities label and relabeled you and put you somewhere else.
Sorry, but I don't remember where I put you instead. I think I may
have put you in the utopia shelve, it is oddly close to the
apocalypse shelf. It really is based on where there was something
open. I also don't remember which labeling machine was working, many
of them were broken and I was really panicked. I may even have put
you in the comic book reality shelf. So if magical meteors start
falling from space that start giving people super powers or other
strange things its my fault.
Whoops.
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