Distorted Play! – Act I: A New Friend

Everything was dark, fuzzy and spinning, but I heard the sounds of birds chirping and felt the warm summer breeze blowing all so slightly.

“Wakey, wakey. Eggs and Bakey!” A girl giggled over the birds’ sweet music. Slowly opening my eyes only to be met with a white mask with a smiley face which belonged to a girl with bright blue hair who giggled again. “Come on you don’t want to be late for the play, do you?”

Play? What play? Where was I? Looking around I was sitting in a bright sunny forest leaning up against a tree.

The girl sighed. “Come on. We’re going to be late.” She spoke sweetly then put her hand out, looking at it then back at her she knelt. “Are you feeling alright?” She asked blinking my eyes but shook my head. “I can’t remember anything…”

The birds stopped singing. The wind stopped blowing. It was like the forest was darker. “I don’t even remember how I got here… or remember who I am, or who you are. I feel crazy…”

The girl stood up the white mask she wore looked like it turned a darker color, but then the forest got brighter as the birds started to sing again. “It’s alright! The play will help you remember!” She giggled then held out her hand once more I smiled and took it.

Her hand was warm as she leads me through the winding trees then onto a stone path but when we got on the path it was already dark out. “How is it dark already, I thought it was the start of the day?” I asked. “No? It has always been dark.” The girl replied, “maybe you are crazy! But come on! The play is going to start soon silly!” She giggled and pulled on my hand.

Soon a stage came into sight, it was made from tree branches, and vines that were bent to build a roof and the floor was flat shiny wood. It had red velvet curtains in the front, they were closed but were moving slightly. I saw shadows running from one end to the other end behind it like the actors and actresses were still getting ready.

The girl kept a hold of my hand as we walked down the row of chairs. Were the audience toys? Stuffed animals, dolls, action figures, even building blocks, and race cars, but they all had that same mask on like the girl. The white mask with the smiley face.

“Ah! Here are our seats! Yay!” The girl cheered both of them were in the front row and right in front of the stage, she let go of my hand and then bowed letting me sit first. A notecard sat in the chair which read “Reserved for XXXXX” I looked at the girl as she sat down flipping the card over her shoulder that was in her seat. I sat down putting the card under my chair.

It wasn’t long until the curtains came up. A man came out as a spotlight turned on and shined on him. He was wearing an expensive-looking tuxedo he too had that same mask. I started to feel… uneasy.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! And thank you all for coming out tonight for our play of family, friendship, betrayal, madness, and revenge. There are six Acts in this play, and our first Act is called ‘A New Friend’ please enjoy.” The man walked away as the spotlight turned off before more turned on.

Three more people were now on the stage. The scene was in the kitchen that looked like a small child painted it, but it was all melting like someone threw water on it before it could even dry…

A man wearing a light blue polo and tan khakis sat at the table who was reading a newspaper. As a woman who wore a dress that made me think of a ladybug stood by a thing that could have been the stove was humming, and a small girl sat at a table as well. She was wearing jean shorts, and a tie-dyed shirt was drawing. All three had the matching mask as everyone else…

The same man who first stepped on the stage stood on the side with a dim spotlight on him the entire time. He sneezed then apologized before speaking. “Our play starts with our family who just moved into a new city, and into a new home. Mother and father, and their young daughter. What a happy family!” The man hissed. I shifted in my seat and swallowed the fear that was building. The girl held my hand lightly.

“Sadly, the young daughter didn’t make and couldn’t make any friends in her new class or at her new school, so she decided to create an imaginary one!” The audience started to clap and cheer!

The daughter in the play held up the picture she was drawing to show her father. “Look, daddy! This is-” But just as she was going to say her new friend’s name there was a weird screeching sound, I covered my ears in pain. I looked at the girl that was beside me, but she was still watching the play. Looking behind me at everyone else but they too were still watching as well, it was like I was the only one that heard it.

“That’s great sweetheart! I hope you two stay friends forever!” The father laughed as the daughter giggled. She leaped from her chair and ran out of the kitchen leaving her parents in the room that started to fade into darkness.

“Every day the daughter and her new friend would play outside, or in her room, the daughter loved to draw so they would draw adventure stories together. Such as ‘Who Stole Mr. Bunny?’ Or my personal favorite, ‘What Happened to Santa Claus on Halloween?’ And many more adventures!” As the man talked the scenes changed but they were still that melting style.

Soon, all the lights turned off but one stayed on that was a dimly-lit blue as the daughter sat under it. “We’ll be friends forever! I promise!” She spoke and held up her pinky from the darkness someone held up their wrapping it around her. “And I’ll be there for you.” They replied.

The dim blue light turned off, and the man walked to the front of the stage as he spoke he held a handkerchief, “a promise to be friends forever, hell even a pinky promise to be friends forever. Were those two promises kept? Did the girls keep being friends? Find out in the next Acts.” The man bowed and sneezed again as the lights turned off and curtains slowly closed.

The audience applauded, I was hesitant at first but joined in. The girl stood up. “Would you like some popcorn?” She asked.

  • Puddin Tane

    Punctuation needs serios work. So many run-on sentences I lost count. I dread reading the next chapter.

    • UneaseFeline

      Well then I guess it’s a good thing you have the option not to read someone’s story. Sadly, it looks like you never take it because you read Act 2 so I dread to read more of your comments.