Beans!

Prologue

In the Hands of The Unceasing Gaze

There are few things this man can claim he knows. He had something of life, or as much of one as this thing could barely recall. A blurry reddish house alone on a hill behind fields of a ridiculous abundance of what he'd called cows, that he'd left with the weight of their expectations, and sights on climbing up your world’s metaphorical economic ladder. Along in those overcrowded halls with the rest of exhausted students, you stumbled out of that little institution numbed in relief that it was finally over. You did it. Go you.

“Aww, thank you ma'am– hold on, what did I achieve?”, muttered the fellow in question. Our befuddled guest within nothing of nowhere that mortals could place. He'd believe a liberal arts degree could get him places. What a shame such passion went to waste, but you weren't content with this failing. You wanted for something more. In response to this statement, the bloody chunks of the man shook the broken shapes that made up his head huffing,

“You didn't answer my– Wait a degree, so I was at a four year, finished and then . . . Then I uh.” The small cluster of a thing was then struck still as something seared through its scattered strains of puny nerves, and as all of its kind was so typically in doing, thrashed and screamed at the most gentle recovery of his memory of death. Oh wait, the poor thing’s body did get smashed to bits, that would account for such a reaction.

“AGH Oww, I didn’t recall anything, it just . . . hold up what?!” The man sputtered out another question being what we can only assume to be the second one out of thousands for this foreseeable week alone. A drag that will get us nowhere if you keep–

“Just give a straight answer then if it's so annoying, or here’s an idea, explain what’s happening cause clearly you've lost me.” The useless thing’s disjointed flailing told us as much, but we the examiners don't owe him answers to–

“What the hell are you looking for then?”, this mere creature of flesh challenged. We owe him nothing. All its ever good for is to be still and silent as we–

“No, Not Happening!”

Excuse Me Mortal?

“I'm Stuck In A Void I Can't See Shit In, Everything Hurts, Yet I Can't Feel Anything!”

As expected, but why do you find a need to exag–

“I Can't Recall Anything Remotely Useful That You Didn't Try To Put In My Head!”

You know only what you need to. Now, If You've Spoken Your Grievances, Hush, We're Almost–

“Really?! You Unhelpful, Bitchy Voice In My Head Really Just Expect Me To Be Quiet About All This?!”

Oh shut up you fleshy petulant infant!

“Rich Coming From The Useless Piece Of–”

“CEASE THIS AT ONCE, BOTH OF YOU!”, a new voice boomed, deep as endless space of nothing surrounding the human and with weary annoyance at such trivial bickering. It the thunderous voice, the Head of this corner of the abyss, in the following quiet the Head came to a decision.

The human, in their sights, saw the dark emptiness around him light up with hundreds of white pinpricks. All of which moved in sync with now squirming the disconnected pieces of the man’s torn body. His panicked wriggling at the realization of the weight of their thousands of eyes that he could feel gazing upon him.

“Holy fried twinkies, who are– AGHHH!” Avoiding further pressing questions is quite easy once pressure was applied, in this unfortunately stubborn one’s case, it meant our unseen hands mashed in the pieces of a body he had left. His chunks of skin and muscles tear from bone into a packed bloody blob of hairy meat, nerves tangled throughout while the bones break and jut at odd angles from the pile of the man’s sweaty flesh. Gasping desperately through the small constricting hole that used to be a mouth, being smushed in by the remains of his skull, the human’s eyes loosely dangling out of their sockets on fragile strings of blood vessels and nerves. His bloodshot spheres of sight tearing up as they helplessly gaze into the endless void that coldly stare back. Their light slowly dimmed as the agonizing choked breaths ceased, and then went dull as the human’s last vestige of consciousness faded away.