Curling up in bed, hearing so many thoughts and voices saying so many things at once. Questions such as “Where am I?” “Who am I?” “What am I?” “What can I do?” “What should I do?” “Where should I go?” and so many more from over a billion of voices at once. Conversations of varying topics of varying emotions. The very stream of consciousness flowing into his noggin. Bimbo felt quite stressed having all this racket and commotion inside his head. The overflow of such emotion and information was quite maddening. After seeing a heart shaped balloon go up and pop in a burst of water, he awoke. Bimbo breathed heavily.
His heart was feeling so much pain and he felt so overwhelmed. “These unwanted thoughts and sounds, I want em to stop…” he held onto his head. His aching, burning heart was beating fast but it would start calming down as he would try not to think about anything and “block out the sound.” After a while he felt comfortable enough to get up. After he got up, he changed into daytime clothes, brushed his teeth and went downstairs. Grampy was busy making more inventions to be commissioned off recently and Betty sent him a message that she was in the kitchen. As Bimbo went there, he saw Betty making pancakes for the both of them. “Haha, hello Bimbo!” She waved and laughed with such energetic joy. “Good morning, Betty.” Bimbo waved and sat down.
“So Grampy said we can take the day completely off and do whatever we want to do… got any ideas for today?” Betty said. “Ah, Betty. Right now, I don’t wanna have any ideas or think of anything.” Bimbo said putting his hand on his head. “Something wrong, sweetheart?” Betty asked. “Ah…” Bimbo felt a bit of heartache. “Funny usage of words…” Bimbo said in a bit of pain. He collapsed onto the floor. After blacking out for a bit, he woke up in an unfamiliar area. Betty and Grampy were nowhere to be seen. But as he looked around many chopped up corpses were seen around him. He saw he had large pairs of scissors in his hands. “Deeuuuggghh!” He dropped them in a mix of fear and disgust. The scissors and the bodies faded out like nothing, and all remained was the blood both left.
Bimbo was, of course, very concerned but he felt the odd urge to go right through a door right in front of him. As he went through, he blacked out again. Bimbo would then awake once more. He looked at his phone and saw no recent messages. He did a similar routine as before and went downstairs to the living room. Betty was there watching the TV, but it was all just static. Bimbo went up to Betty slowly. “Betty? Betty?” He tapped her and tried to move her a bit to get a response. But as he felt her and moved her to him, all he saw was a mannequin, dressed all in black, with a blank stare and static for eyes. He blacked out again.
As he awoke, he was in another unfamiliar room, with even more corpses this time, and while the previous blood was red this time it was blue. He looked down at his hands and saw hammer and nails. He threw them on the ground and they and the bodies faded leaving only the blood. He saw a window in front of him and felt the urge to go through it. He blacked out again. As he awoke, Bimbo then went to check his phone and saw no new messages. He decided to not do his usual routine and just… jump out the window incase doing the same routine again wasn’t a good idea. He fell down and did a little “oof!” Then he looked up. A bunch of blanked faced Betty Boop mannequins, all dressed in black, started running towards him. Bimbo would try and outrun them but started coughing black and red roses and collapsed.
Bimbo saw himself in an unfamiliar room again with even more corpses, now piling stacked on top of each other, with green blood this time. He looked at his hands and saw pins and needles. He dropped them and just waited for them and the bodies to fade away. As they did, he would then walk into a manhole and go in and awoke again. As he awoke there were now several blank faced Betty Boop mannequins with static in their eyes looking down at Bimbo. He would then try and go under his sheets to hide but then felt like he shouldn’t do that do he went up again and they went closer. As they were about to touch him, they paused and started shaking and shattered into bits of pieces and their parts turned to dust and flew away out into the open window. Bimbo then started breathing heavily a bit but then breathed slowly. As he blinked, he was now in the sky and it was sunset, a beautiful sunset.
In the sky, Bimbo could see the city from up above where he was. But as he looked above from him, he saw uncountable amounts of corpses piling up all with black blood. He looked at his hands and all he saw was black blood. But he did feel something… several shadowy hands coming out of his back. As they moved and made motions, they corpses started fading away and the only urge Bimbo felt was… to move and keep going. The shadowy hands propelled him in the air and moved in impossible directions. They bent and turned all around, and loud soundwaves emitted. As they kept moving and moving, everything around him kept waving and wavering and it was all so wavy. A final large splatter of all the blood colors he had seen up to that point went all over the place and he was now in another area.
Bimbo then was taking a calm walk with Betty around the city as the sun would set. The city lights were beautiful, and the vibe was warm. Now all of a sudden, the unfamiliar felt “familiar.” He was on a date with Betty and smiled as she smiled, and they looked at each other as if nothing had happened. Even as random figures turned into static, from monochrome to varying and different colors, Betty and Bimbo decided to just… ignore it… and felt that it was a much better choice to not direct their focus at it and to spend their day off shutting their minds away from it and letting their hearts breathe fresh and healthy air.
