No world Part 8: What if its not white, but really, really, really light black?

A White box.

Nothing special, just white.

The reader is unclear whether or not this box is a canvas, paper or screen. It's just a white box.

Storyteller’s voice:

“Well, here we are. What the f**k did I get out of anything of this besides a headache?

Christ,

I'm gonna wake the f**k up like any second now.

I can't even see the other two anymore.

...can't hear them argue.

S**t.

It's almost hard to remember them exactly.

I'll have to draw some sorta concept image of them.

Ya know,

When i get up and stuff.”

Anyway.

The white box slowly fills with little black puzzle pieces, some so small they made a single hair look huge. As the black begins to scour the Reader’s POV they are left confused trying to piece together  the overall idea. The shot beings to slowly pan outwards, the box loses its edges in the process.

Spoiler alert!

Inside The black box

Storyteller’s voice:

“Are these the insides of my eyes again?

Please,

For the love of f**k,

Can this be over,

I don't care about Olphena

Or Marci?

Paige?

Not Paige?

Paige Not?

That can't really be someone's name.

What that even supposed to mean?

Is “Not Paige” some sort of warning?

As the storyteller turns his head, Olphena enters frame.  

Storyteller:

“You…”

The storyteller seems annoyed With Olphena even as far as to turn his head from her in frustration. Olphena’s expression softens as she draws closer to the storyteller yet he does not relent.

Olphena:

“What did I do?”

The two stand a few feet apart staring at each other. There is an obvious tension in the air. The Storyteller slowly turns his head to face Olphena again but looks upset rather than angry.

Storyteller:

“What does any of this s**t even mean.

You really don't explain much,

Either of you.

And here we are now at the end,

And yet you still commit to this

Dream like façade  

To what?

Throw me off?

Make me f*****g think all day long about this image of a girl I may or may not meet?

And then what?

What if it goes south?

I get I'm in a dream,

But I've had dreams that I'm grocery shopping.

Why can't this be one of those?”

Olphena turns around in plain disgust. The black box turns white once more and the edges return to normal.

Olphena:

“I mean you wrote it.

so...

I guess…

If you don't care…

.. then.

None of this really means anything.

Does it?”