“...after all this time?”
The person pondered as they look at a message. A new request, for something made long ago. It’s not the he ever wanted to stop, but she never had the motivation to continue. Procrastination can weaken, and forgetfulness can kill.
Similarly, that person never removed the sign that said “guaranteed” to all requests. The artist called up Ball Guy, he’ll some help.
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“Why not just make any random thing you can think of?” asked the Ball Guy on the phone.
“…”
“Okay fine I’ll help you get more specific inspiration.”
The two ended the call. It has been years since the two had contact, the last time was for this same project years ago. Now, once again Ball Guy has heeded the call. Since the last time, Ball Guy went into hiding to hide from the Orange Orangutans. So he went to Pasio, an artificial island built for Pokemon Battles.
He momentarily had an existential crisis since there were no wild Pokemon for trainers to appreciate using his balls with, but eventually managed to find peace within himself. Now, it is time to help the artist with their project. What type of project exactly? In the last chapter of this epic tale I made it directly about myself and this wall writing project but that’s too meta so we’re using a vague but cool metaphor and just calling it “the project” instead.
Ball Guy eventually found someone he could interview for inspiration.
“Um... guns sake kel outta bus hey oxbow bawl isn hawk ma oc yep may oc ire lapped neck kri kicked bri pa odor v lark ido owl kana tenor windy outgo ido Keuka Ybor thir jej hesitate Ice icky or be ne text?”
“Uhhh okay…”
Ball Guy backed out of there. He wasn’t sure if that was a real language or not cause Google Translate’s not translating it, so he decided to move on.
“How about you, do you have anything interesting you’d like to tell the world?”
“the funniest name on ps ever i have heard of is "i eat snoms"”. The person then gave Ball Guy a piece of chocolate.
“Excellent. Submitted for grading You can still make changes to your submission directly on the file and send it with the full name Or the answer can be made in a geography book or on a piece of paper with the full name written, then photographed and sent” Ball Guy replied in perfect Arabic.
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Ball Guy called up the artist again with all the data sent.
“Gyms dic check mox? (Translator’s note: That what you wanted?) (Translator’s note: Keikaku means plan)”
“Yes, thank you Ball Guy.” And with that, Ball Guy saved the day once again.
“Okay, now what else do I need for the ritual. Hmm, this says I need to beat a dead horse.” The artist then shouted out to the sky
“Which horse?”
“The dead one.”
“Ok.”
The artist then proceeded to create a giant Plinko board, and sent a dead horse to ragdoll in it to satisfy the ritual condition.
“Now, next is this…” the artist says as he begins the chant of summoning a Fear Entity™
“You who watch and know and understand none. You who listen and hear and will not comprehend. You who wait and wait and drink in all that is not yours by right.
Come to us in your wholeness. Come to us in your perfection.
Bring all that is fear and all that is terror and all that is the awful dread that posts and answers and asks and votes and chats and flags and hides and edits and comments and retags and selects best answer and kicks and gets banned! Come to us.
I – OPEN – THE DOOR!”
“Now, entity, say my name.”
“Asus Moth”
“You’re goddamn ri- what.”
“A Geeky Moth.”
“Alright fine, these are good enough.”
“A psychology major :0”
“Yes yes, well- oh **** speaking of which look at the time. I have 7AM classes tomorrow. I need to get to sleep.”
But the artist knew sleep can wait.
“Nah I think this chapter’s over, I’m going to bed. Good night.”
Aug 22, 2023
by
An Asocial Moth
