The Blue man was tired. He had been up since 6 doing these moves. The same moves he did yesterday and the day before that. He had too. He had to make the deadline for the post. He had to learn them perfectly before Sunday, because thats when the camera is on him. He wasn't allowed to speak. He just did what they told him. He wasn't sure anymore if he was ever not blue. Like before this he had to have done something else, but nothing came to mind. Even when he was dancing he thought his body would remember, but nothing. Even as he twirled through the air, and gyrated there was nothing. He looked in the mirror a long time before he heard them say he was going to do something different tonight. They had done their focus groups, and even though it's the only approved channel they still had to make it something. They noticed a higher percentage of people are turning away. At first they thought about getting rid of him. But then they thought maybe they could show everyone a lesson. The girl they chose had no family so no one would really miss her, and its so far away and different everyone would just think its joke. And in some cases it was, if thats what everyone believes. So he strangled her. He didn't unlike his dances need practice, he didn't unlike his dances want to stop, but he did unlike his dance videos remember something. They had to pry his fingers off of her after the video ended, and he couldn't stop looking at his hands. He remembered a long time ago opening a pickle jar for his wife. It was so hard, he had to use all his strength, she couldn't even do it even after rinsing the jar in warm water. He cried after this. He didn't know if he had a wife still he didn't know if thats what everyone believes.
Yoooo I can't believe what the blue man did, theres no way thats real. #
Shit did he just kill someone #
And the chat filled up.
Yoooo I can't believe what the blue man did, theres no way thats real. #
Shit did he just kill someone #
And the chat filled up.