Chapter #7Leaving your to your fate. by: Mr.Domino   You scream inside your head as the stripper turns and walks off the stage while fiddling with the gun. You're stuck as a stripper pole. You scream and plead in silence as one stripper after another, including the one that found the gun come out day after day to do their routines, each of them oblivious that the inanimate stage prop that they slide and twirl around was once a human being.
The music never stops, the lights never turn off. You can't remember what the outside world looks like, the passage of time is a long, sleepless, endless cacophony of noise upon your senses. Eventually new strippers arrive while the old ones leave, including the one that found the gun. And eventually, your mind breaks. As the endless days roll by into years and decades, you forget that you used to be human, that the delusions you had were just a strange daydream. You have forgotten your name, your face, everyone that you ever knew vanishes from your tattered mind. You don't even bother trying to learn the names of the new dancers that rotate in and out, they're just humans and you're just their thing. You've never been anything more than their thing.
The decades roll by and the club begins to show age and disrepair, customer numbers and quality begin to drop, the music blaring from the aging speakers crackles with static and distortion. Even the girls become less desirable, the bottom of the barrel as they fumble around you cold surfaces, greedily snatching at the strange plastic chips that replaced the paper bills. Fights break out between drunks and horny men pawing at the girls. Roaches can be seen crawling in the corners. Eventually a crackle of blue electricity shoots our from one customer into another, converting him into a cloud of red mist that coats your surface and every surface in the dive the strip club has become. More humans show up in strange black and white armor turn off the music and lights and for the first time in your limited memory do you know silence. The patrons leave, the girls leave, everyone leaves and then it is just you, alone save for the roaches, rats and the occasional vagrant that wanders in.
You sit there in silence for a long time, missing the noise, the activity before it too slips from your mind...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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