When it’s all too much or you just can’t stick it,
And your impulse is to refuse.
But what if this is a trick, can it be too late?
Now… how funny is this? Or so cruel,
How strange; repulsively-beautiful.
But right now you can’t explain; you can’t begin to try!
At least one of us is the same; you feel better now —
Finding found… Goodbye!
The four of them sat waiting nervously: Average Man, 6th Sense Woman, The Vague, and Mr De’Ath.
Suddenly, over to their right, the one and only door swung inward; expelling pure white light bleaching them, equally. One by one, they stood and walked at half-speed into the overexposure; causing their bodies to be at first outlined, then dissolved and eaten hungrily by it.
As soon as they were no longer visible as the characters they resembled, the door behind them creaked in heavy, reverberating delay; closing ever-so-slowly. The room now settled into its own blank atmosphere once more, with only the sound of distant screams for its company.