Egads! A prompt challenge attempt! // shots in the dark

[grey matter]

"How did we get here?"
I ask
nobody in particular
when there's no-one around
not even you, Lucas.

...This is the only poem I want you to see right now.
Because my earliest ones about you are
really,
really,
really,
embarrassingly bad.
I'll just quote some out of context lines from them, such as,:
"I'm a nerd too and I'd hate to admit that;
the poems just call to me, okay?"
(Probably going to regret admitting that.)
and
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAA
AAAA"
(I wrote that one when I realized you were attractive.
I don't even know what I was going for with that one.)
and
I don't have any better poems
because time hasn't allowed
for a good sit-down
or, that's what I'd say
but it's like you've stolen all my words away
AGAIN!
It's a little ridiculous.

So, it's a little roundabout
but back to the question I had;
"How did we get here?"
Because I don't know how we got here.
I don't know at all.
And I don't think you do either.

And when nobody knows
how they got there
they don't try to retrace their steps.

What I'm saying is,
I think we're too far to turn back
without consequences.

The truth is,
Lucas,
I'm kind of
...
worried.

Worried that if we break up,
we...
no,
me?
I?
I won't have anyone to turn to,
and
...
I shouldn't guilt you into a relationship,
and I'm not aiming to right here
but
I needed to talk about this
with someone
and I'm afraid
you're the only one I have at the moment.

But I keep getting sidetracked.
I don't have a main point
yet.
You just do that to me,
turn my normally meaningful poems
into
tangents of pointless rambling.

How did we get here?
Why are we even here?
You don't have to answer.
It's alright.
It's okay if we just ponder
in silence
and... maybe hold hands.

But then again,
this is a poem,
and you might not be reading it in my presence
so
maybe just
hold your own hand.

[grey matter]

3...
2...
1...
And, action.

Lucas began spinning his chair toward the camera. "Hello the-"

He had overshot it.
His chair was right back in the position he started in. Cut.

3...
2...
1...
And, action.

This time he didn't overshoot it, at least.
"Hello there, I'm-" He cocked his head in the other direction as he heard a knock on the door. "Are you kidding...." Cut... but only after catching a few seconds of a chair just sitting around.

3...
2...
1...
And, action.

"Hello there, I'm Inam- DANG IT!" Cut.

3...
2...
1...
And, action.

"Hello there, I'm Lucas and you're watching Disney Channel..." he said, expecting something to actually go wrong. He hesitated a moment before speaking again. "Wait. The one time I'm intending to joke, it doesn't..." He sighed.

3...
2...
1...
And, action.

"Alright, since nothing else is working, I might as well cut to the chase. Inamonth is a place you shouldn't visit without someone experienced enough in existing there. It is very confusing and things appear and disappear and... it's quite charming, sure, but Inamonth is not a place to mess with. It's got so many weird voids... And I don't recommend visiting anywhere until it is very defined in the museum's documentation. As of now, the grocery store is mostly defined minus the color of the currently void-filled tiles, Lazarus's home is quite defined, the hotel is somewhat defined, but it's mostly just a lobby, the exterior, and a bunch of weird void rooms with beds in them, the suburbs are only defined if you know which houses you're visiting, the weird estate woods are defined minus those horrifying void cryptids, the bakery is defined, the museum is definitely defined, probably moreso than anything else in Inamonth other than the people, the college there is decently defined, the multiple balconies attached to nothing are as defined as you'd think they'd be, and the Pocket Where Nothing Makes Sense doesn't make sense and should be avoided unless you just want to start blabbing about your most pointless and uncomfortable and cursed thoughts uncontrollably. Still an... arguably fun place to visit but otherwise horrifying if you don't know what to expect. And... cut."

He was never going to live those outtakes down, but that didn't matter.

---

3!
2!
1!
And, action!

Lazarus took a deep breath in before nearing a shout of, "HOW IS LUCAS'S WORLD SO... NORMAL???" Cut.

3!
2!
1!
And, action!

"Okay, seriously though, that world is basically just one of those Earths! It's so normal in comparison to Inamonth, so normal that it's weird. At least the creepy estate woods are still creepy estate woods there. Uh... Hold on, I need to think of more words..."
Cut.

3!
2!
1!
And, action!

"The skyscrapers are cool! And the novels... I really like the books there. Um... and the fast food places. We need one of those in Inamonth, but it might be an eternity before we get one. Or something."
Cut.

3!
2!
1!
And, action!
"Apparently his world breaks less scientific laws or something. I couldn't find a single void, weird nonsense pocket, or cryptid! That's a little boring."
Cut.

3!
2!
1!
And, action!

"Uh... anyways. In conclusion... Lucas's world is normal but I still like it. Pretty calm in comparison to Inamonth. Not much else to say about it though."

[grey matter]

A thousand, tiny little pieces.
The mecha-pants were destroyed.
Not along with the one who used to wear them, no.
But they were destroyed with his hopes for ever progressing on the tech-armor suit.

It was a hasty decision, you know.
But he wanted to keep L8 safe.
He wanted to keep himself safe.
He was done adventuring.
Nobody would know unless they heard the rumors,
and now he could let them search his house
for the pants
and they'd be gone.
Destroyed.

Perhaps he could keep these pieces.
Store them.
They were so small, it'd take a miracle to put them back together.
Not to mention, all the tubing?
There were no tubes!
He removed them!

They could not properly wear the pants, even if reassembled.
He was the only one with the plans.

Take that, universe.
He is now the master of his own sea.
Even if one of his purposes is gone.

[grey matter]

"ERR-ER-ER-ERROR!"

Oh, of all the times for system overflow...

"TANKS OVERFILLED. EMPTY IMMEDIATELY."

He sighed, disconnecting the tanks for their compartments.

Well. Looks like he had some hydrating to do.

But... at least nobody was here, trying to take the pants.
They always were trying to take them.
He could never dispel the rumors of power.
They weren't even finished.
...
He wasn't powerful.

Not even close.

[grey matter]

∞.
This is infinite.
This.
This is a tangent.
This.

I almost forgot this was a prompt.
So instead of being fiction,
This one goes out to You!
To Us!
If I could,
I'd hold up
A champagne flute
Filled with
Fruit soda
Maybe peach,
melon,
or orange,
or lemon.

...I paused my writing this
For a day
Or two?
Or did I start writing today?
No, not today...
One or two days ago.
Time has escaped me, my dear.
Equilibrium.
Poetry.
Poetwey.
Clams and crusteceans.
Heroes and villains.
Seaplanes and poisons
Cheers and space travel
Oh,
Nobody really knows what these mean to us
But us!
Isn't that exquisite?

Oh,
My dear,
It's a 19 hour drive
Between us.
That makes
Some problems
For if I ever want to see my family
Once we're united
Or if
Anything happens
Or heck,
Even moving
There.

Hm.
Well,
We will not let it stop us.
There are ways
And methods
And concepts
And ideas
But
Ah,
Pray tell I can figure out the travel thing.
I didn't realize how far apart we are
Truly.
I
Hope
This
Works
Out.


Ah,
I shan't end it on that ominous note!
My pearl,
You bring out
The romantic side,
The poetic side!
The side barely anyone else sees!
It's grand!
I should really
Let that side show more.
Everyone in the forum games
They just see me as
A mad scientist villain nerd.
They do not see
The poet.
Hm.

Y'know,
I trail back to my backup name sometimes.
Percival.
Don't you think it's elegant?
But
Sebastian...
ah.
That's such a good name too.
And the
Pre-name...
Ah, the crystalline name.
I don't know how much I like it
but it's nice.

I am going on this tangent
Without regret
Because I know
You like them
I know
You like these
And that
Reassures me
To post this
Foolish poem
With an odd rhythm
That I pay no mind to
And that I read in my head
With the strangest rhythm
And
Oh,
My pearl...

I've gone on too long, I'm afraid.
Rather,
I have no words left
That I feel like saying
I think
Maybe
I dunno.

This.
This is a tangent.
This.
This is infinite.
∞.