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MHS successful candidate Who was, indeed. The lawnmower, slick with blue cream, sputtered to life, a horrifying, whirring symphony of chaos. The man, still faceplanted on the sofa, twitched, a single, horrified eye peeking out from beneath the cushions. But it wasn't the lawnmower's blades that spun with deadly intent. It was something else. Something far more unsettling.
The 'glowstick' that had, moments before, been a mere absurd description, pulsed with an unearthly light, emanating from the man's… well, from where his boner had been. But it wasn't a glowstick. It was a crystalline, pulsating entity, a shard of pure, alien energy. And it was growing.
The man's body began to shimmer, distort, as the energy from the 'glowstick' surged through him. The blue cream, now bubbling and frothing, began to crawl up the walls, forming intricate, pulsating patterns. The room itself seemed to warp, the furniture melting into grotesque, organic shapes.
Suddenly, the lawnmower, now imbued with the strange blue cream, launched itself into the air, its blades spinning wildly, not cutting grass, but slicing through the very fabric of reality. A tear opened in the room, a swirling vortex of iridescent colours, revealing a landscape of impossible geometry and alien flora.
From the vortex, figures emerged. Not men, but beings of pure, shimmering light, their forms constantly shifting and reforming. They moved with an unnerving grace, their voices a chorus of melodic, yet terrifying, whispers. They were drawn to the pulsing entity within the man, the 'glowstick' that was now a beacon, a signal.
And then, the shocking truth was revealed. The man, the hungry man, the man who had faceplanted on the sofa, was not a man at all. He was a vessel, a dormant conduit, activated by the chaotic energy of the blue cream and the alien artifact. He was a beacon, a key, a portal.
The alien beings, the 'light figures', were not invaders. They were rescuers. They had come to retrieve their lost shard, the 'glowstick', and to heal the rift the man, unknowingly, had opened.
As they approached, the man's body began to disintegrate, the alien energy flowing back to its source. The 'glowstick' pulsed one final time, a blinding flash of light, and then, it was gone. The vortex closed, the room returned to its normal, albeit slightly disheveled state. The lawnmower fell to the floor, its blades still spinning, but now harmlessly.
The blue cream vanished, leaving no trace. The sofa, the furniture, all back to normal. The man, however, was gone, his existence erased, his purpose fulfilled. The only evidence of the bizarre event was a faint, lingering scent of ozone and the unsettling feeling that something profoundly strange had just occurred, a secret reality that brushed too closely with our own. The story was not about a hungry man eating KFC, it was about a vessel used to bring back a piece of an ancient alien being, and then erased.THIS TOOK ME 10 MINTUS PRACTISE FOR SHEHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSSHSHSH
