HE sat alone in the room.
When, suddenly, They appeared.
It was most disconcerting.
At first, He didn’t know what to do. And by the looks of it, neither did They.
So He got up.
“Who are you?” He said.
“Who are you?” They said.
“I… where did you come from?”
“I’ve always been here. What about you?”
“I’ve been here as well, just me and my…”
He turned around, and his chair was gone.
“What have you done with my chair?” He said.
“Your chair? What about my blanket?” They said.
“Never mind all that, where’s my beanbag?”
On the other side of the room, She had appeared.
All three were now very confused.
“Where did you come from?” He said.
“This is my room,” She said.
They scoffed. “I think you’ll find this is my room.”
He disagreed, but realised to say anything would be to continue this madness.
But then, before any of them could argue ownership over the room, It appeared.
It sat in the corner, quiet and content, not making any sort of fuss.
The others were very afraid, though.
She stepped back, and joined the others. He went to say something, but nothing came out. They just shook.
It remained happy in it’s corner.
“What is It?” They said.
“I don’t know,” She said. “I’ve never seen It before.”
“It’s freaking me out,” He said.
It just sat there.
He became scared, and They held them. She went to touch It, but recoiled before getting too close. Minutes passed, and before long, all three were in the opposite corner to It.
As He, She, and They considered what to do next, It disappeared. In fact, It was never there in the first place. Neither was She. They weren’t there either.
He was the only one in the room, with his chair.
So He sat down.
It was nice and quiet again.
Then the walls fell down.