I wrote chimney fanfiction for you.
It's everywhere. I'm starting to see it in places no one would expect. Movie posters. In Boku no Pico. At home. In books. Even on the windows there's that cursed word, painted in bright, green paint.
I can't escape it. It's following me. Maybe it's a sign. Maybe it's hinting at something soon to come. But I don't understand what. It's getting out of hand. I find myself thinking about it more often that could possibly be healthy. It's always there, in the back of my mind, just waiting to be released. It's on the tip of my tongue whenever I speak, begging to be spoken. I'm starting to doubt my sanity as the urge becomes overwhelming. I have to do something about it.
It's a disease, that much has become obvious. It started off, thriving in two individuals that were always present but I never really spoke to. They uttered the cursed word as if it were a prayer, or maybe as if they were being forced to. I'm not sure.
It's started spreading over the past few weeks. It's becoming more noticeable. Even the people I speak to on a daily basis have been infected. I wince whenever they speak, for only that one word comes out. I know it's only a matter of time at this rate.
I've already been infected, but it has yet to gain control over my body like it has done to the others. I can feel it gnawing at me, causing my speech to slur and my train of thought to become hazy. It's becoming stronger, growing off of my fear. I don't know if I'll make it. I can't even speak anymore. I've tried, but nothing comes out. I fear that I'm at the final stage of progression. Any day, maybe even minute, and I'll be a goner. I'll have been taken over. I lost my sanity long ago, when the disease first took root in my mind. I can't find it in me to care anymore, really. I just hope that I won't be forced to utter that fricking word. Not like the others.
I've regained my speech, but it's horrifying. I've reached the end. I've become like the others. I don't wish to be grouped in with such mindless beings, but there's no changing it. I've been infected, and now I can't go back. I open my mouth, to try to prove I'm different, to prove that I have a mind of my own and that I can speak freely, but only one word comes out. "Chimney?"
It's begun. There have been people falling off of roofs left and right, desperate to get to their chimneys, to seduce them. There have been mass outbreaks of amnesia as more and more people are infected. I can feel that disgusting urge building as well. I know it won't be long until I'm one of the many victims of this disease.
However, as I look up at the chimney on the roof of my house, I start to think about it. It couldn't be so bad, now could it?
With my mind made up, I grab a ladder, and begin to climb.
oh right, the seducing chimney... we didn't work out
annaxmalina
titsay
