A writer's new toy

On a snowy day, Thomas walked down the footpath, his wife's hand crossed around his shoulder, and his new baby girl sat on his back, enjoying the view.

After dedicating more than three decades of his life to football and achieving his goals, Thomas had finally retired from sports and was living a peaceful life with his family.

Both the flame in him for sports and strength in his bone have started to decline. But he didn't had any regret or complaints towards anyone in his 35 years of life.

He had a supportive, beautiful –not on look but beautiful with heart - wife, and a 10 year old son who he had to pass down his knowledge to.

He was having a peaceful time so far while looking forward to what the future holds for him… for them… for his family.

As they were crossing the road two metres away from them a soccer ball dropped. "dude, can you give that ball back" A boy screams from the edge of the feild, who was 69 feet away from him.

Thomas gave his child to her mother, and ran towards the ball hoping to kick it. His eyes were locked on the ball, clearly ignoring the big bright yellow banana resting on the ground.

Thomas swungs his right foot, but he couldn't get the feeling he used to get before. The whole world seemed to be spinning around him until he found himself on the ground.

REST IN PEACE Banana peel.

The boy from far who was waiting for the ball, could see him running towards the ball, and getting slipped and sleeped on the road….. "what the fish?"

He kept waiting… for minutes but the guy who was supposed to return the ball was laying on the road. Some people came near the ball, after a few minutes a big crowd had surrounded the ball. But the guy never woke up. Neither did someone else gave him the ball…

The one who supposed to kick the ball found himself inside of a cubic room which was

Thomas, who was drafted without his consent for the first time in his life found himself sitting on a sofa, In Front of him was a dining table, on the other side was another empty sofa.

He looks around him, looks behind him at the wooden wall. "Hello? Is anyone here?" Thomas shouts before murmuring, "what is this place?" out of confusion he starts to hit the wall. not hard enough to make him bleed but hard enough to kill a child.

"Where am I, if it is one of those shows where you kidnap people and ask them different questions then let me tell you, I never cheated on my wife" Thomas said while kicking the wall.

"Whoa whoa, calm down" a voice comes from behind, a man who is in his 30's.

As Thomas notices that the guy had a chopsticks on his hand he looks down and all of a sudden There were different varieties of food.

Roast Chicken, Rotisserie Chicken, Murgh Musallam, Beer Can Chicken, alot of chicken dishes, including living chicken.

"That's..... a lot... of Chickens" Thomas says dumbfounded.

"You want some?" That guy said as he lifted the living chicken towards Thomas.

"Yooo, put that down, stay him away from me" Thomas declins as he extends his hands to cover the view of chicken. "Seriously? What are you? An chicken addict?"

"What are you saying, this isn't what you should be saying"

Thomas gets a weird feeling, he felt as if the person he was talking to isn't even real life person. Someone forcing him to talk. "That's weird"

Thomas turns his head upward as he felt a greater presence from above, although he couldn't see anything he could felt the feeling of irritation of someone who was out of the cube, something more than chicken.

"Who is there, show your face" Thomas shouts looking at the corner of the room.

From outside of the room - world - dimension - existence sat a person whose face was covered in darkness only making his agape mouth visible and rest of the body below that.

"What the hell is happening, why isn't he moving how I wants him to, did I got affected by some kind of mental illness, am I going to die?, but I haven't even made my parents proud yet" He/She/They says, scratching there/her/his head in fear..

"I can feel you, you are right there, what are you, where am I?" Thomas turns his head to look at the chicken addict he was talking to before. But…. There was no one anymore, not even chickens. It's only him, in the middle of nowhere.

"Where the fuck am I" Thomas screamed.

"What the fuck are you?" The upper being screamed.

Thomas from inside, even though he didn't hear anything what the upper being was saying, but everything was directly entering his brain. . "I should be the one asking all this, am I having a fucking illusions?, but I never had any mental illness"

"Fuuuuck" The upper being screamed with irritation.

"Fuuuuuck" inner being screamed, holding his head, kneeling on the ground.

"Fuuuuuuck"

"Fuuuuuuck"

"What the fuck is happening with me"

"Why the fuck are you doing this to me"

"Fuuuuuuuck"

"Fuuuuuuuuck"

The upper being took a deep breath while closing his eyes. "Breath in… breath out ….." He opens his eyes and tries focus again.

Thomas who was in the middle of nowhere just a second ago, found himself again in that same room where he previously was. He turns his head towards where the chicken addict was. This time he was indeed sitting in the sofa, with a big wide mouth he was ready to swallow the alive chicken from before that he had held in his hand.

Chicken stares at Thomas for a few seconds before crowing. Thomas who was almost traumatized screamed this time out of fear. "Fuuuuuuuuu…."

"Fuuuuuuuuuu…."

Both of the beings screamed out loud and Thomas came back to the middle of nothing once again.

They continent to scream.

"Fuuuuu, fuuuuu" - both of them… at the same time....

"…"

Until someone in the outer beings realms smashed open the door. "Shut the fuel up" He looks back, ignoring Thomas's fuck. "What the heck is wrong with you?, stop cussing, let everyone sleep, or we would kick you out of the apartment" she says before slamming the door back.

Thomas on the other had, who had realised that the other person who was screaming with him had quite down. He waits for a few seconds, trying to sense the presence of the other guy. "Fuck?"

....

Waiting for a few seconds just in case the other guy cusses him back, but no one replied. "Haha.., I won, yeah, I won the fuck battle zuuuuui" Thomas celebrated his victory on the fuck back battle while giving his signature pose.

He continued celebrating until he realises there was no one cheering for him. He looked ahead, hoping to see the audience but there was no one. He was once again in the middle of nothing....