A thrilling tale, with twists and surprises around every corner.
Power Unfathomable
By Herman Smith
-Introduction-
I was 23 years old when I started my journey. April 20, 2007 was the day it all began, my sacred instruction delivered, the day my life began anew. I had just eaten a lunch consisting of a dry ham sandwich and a Mountain Dew. I was bored. I gazed around my two-room apartment, looking at all the things that made it home. The empty soda cans next to the cheap bean bag. The mini-fridge where I kept my favorite drinks. The television where I spent most of my time. I had everything I wanted, but why did I feel discontent. I sighed, and wondered if I would spend the rest of my life working at a Burger King. I considered playing on my Xbox, but since that was what I was doing since I got up that morning, I thought against it. Unsure on how to entertain myself, I got an idea. I slowly walked over to my computer. I didn’t know what I was doing, but as if I was being controlled by an outside force, I turned it on. I sat there, confused why I was there in the first place, and I got an idea. After letting Internet Explorer load for five minutes, Reddit finally appeared on the screen. Reddit and similar message boards were my other life. I enjoyed the satisfaction of being a part of something, giving the gift of humor to the community, and getting entertainment back in return. I scrolled for hours, commenting and upvoting the things I enjoyed, quickly skipping the things I didn’t. It was around four-thirty. I was thinking about what I would eat for dinner, when I saw it. It was a copypasta, something that you would copy and paste to comment sections, their length being annoying to scroll through. But this one was different, it radiated some sort of power of the likes I have never experienced and I realised that I must have been meant to read it. I quickly read the entire thing, and I understood why it was so important. It was a long tale (it took me five minutes to read) about a man who had perfected the art of controlling time and space through the power of an ancient hand motion. The story claimed, that through the proper use of the Dab, you could obtain unfathomable powers. As I finished the narration, I felt the same meaningful power in my soul, and with it the realization that to perfect the Dab and obtain its god-like powers, was my destiny. This destiny I must fulfil.
-Part One-
I sat on my bed all night, meditating on my next course of action, listening to the cool breeze outside. I remembered how I came to be at my computer, and came to the the conclusion that there must be an entity or “guardian angel” that was guiding me. I cast my mind towards the unknown entity that had led me to my holy realisation, for instructions on what to do next. I concentrated for hours on end, continually Dabing, just like it’s described in the story. With every Dab, I could feel a pulse of energy reach out to me. But it was muffled, as if blocked by a veil. I recognized this as my mortality, something I needed to overcome. I concentrated harder, trying to reach out and connect to this source of energy. My heart sank, and I gave up for the night. Laying down on my bed, I fell asleep. That night, I had a strange dream. In my dream, Mike Myers was telling me that I needed to practice, over and over again. He must have said that over a thousand times. I thought about my dream over a bowl of General Mills’-brand Honey-Nut Cheerios. It was obvious that my “guardian angel” sent me the dream, so I spent the morning doing what the dream instructed. I spent hours sitting on the floor, trying to move a glass of water with my Dabs. I was almost about to give up, when I felt a tiny pulse of energy and heard the sound of water hitting the floor. The glass cup had cracked. Joyful about my success, I Dabbed down the street to my local pizzeria. I got some strange looks, but I knew that they wouldn’t be laughing when I was flying through the air and stopping time. After a satisfying medium meat-lovers pizza and a large Pepsi, I Dabbed back to my apartment to play some Portal. As I was struggling to beat the puzzle-based levels, an idea popped into my head, as if someone had put it there. I Dabbed before each level, and found that I had completed the game in fourteen minutes. This inspired me to Dab for the rest of the day and further exercise my powers. That evening, I went to the movie theatre to see Meet the Robinsons. On my way there, I took a familiar shortcut through an alleyway. As I calmly strolled through the dark passageway through the crates and dumpsters, I was surprised to find that I was strangely alert and nervous, like something was about to happen. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest as a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. Bracing myself, I Dabbed for protection. Then, A man stepped out from behind a box. “Turn out your pockets,” he said, Pointing a gun at my chest. I Thought fast, racking my brain for a way out of the situation. I did the only thing I could think of. I Dabbed, hoping that my untapped powers would save me in my time of need. The man was laughing now, but something was different. The veil of mortality that had kept me from my power was weakened, the power I had been hoping to obtain thundered in my head. I gathered all the strength I could muster, and in one swift motion, performed the Perfect Dab. A rush of pure energy flooded through me as the veil shattered and as quickly as it came, shot out through my outstretched arm. The man tried to scream, but his voice was cut short from the sound of his bones being fragmentized. He stood still for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly melted on the ground into a puddle of flesh and bone shards. Slightly aware of a buzzing in my head, I slowly stepped over my short-timed foe, and continued my pilgrimage to the movie theater. Meet the Robinsons did not fail to entertain me. I thought the storyline was superb, the characters captivating, and the ending entertaining. I was in a generally good mood as I walked home, careful to avoid the crime scene that had become of my shortcut. When I got home, I turned on the television and was unsurprised to find full coverage of my recent endeavors on channel one news. The media had credited the “body” to a freak accident and they did not stay on the subject long. I flipped through channels as I ate a microwaveable meal and then went to bed. As I layed in bed, I could still feel that buzzing in my head from earlier. I understood that it came from another place, almost like it told me so. It was keeping me awake so I fought to push it back for hours, but something told me it was wrong. Tired, I let go and opened my eyes. I was standing on a hilltop, overlooking a green countryside with rolling hills as far as the eye could see. I was in some sort of Roman-style temple, with a smooth white floor and marble pillars. The open structure let a calm breeze through. “What a crazy dream.” I thought to myself. Then, a shape moved out from behind a pillar. A familiar voice called out. “This is no dream,” said Mike Myers.
-Part Two-
There's one behind you! Mike shouted. I turned, Dabbed, and the stuffing of the animated dummy’s head turned into napalm, which instantly caught on fire. I watched as my magical enemy, one of Mike's own creations, slowly twist in on itself, and shriveled into a burnt husk. “That's it for the day,” He said. I gazed around, taking in the beautiful landscape, as I fought to catch my breath from my hard day of training. For weeks, I had been training in paradise with Mike Myers to hone down my skills. I was happy for the opportunity to exercise my powers with such a well-loved celebrity, but I felt like there was something he was not telling me. My training felt rushed, as if he was preparing me for something and he didn’t have enough time. Over a delicious microwave macaroni and cheese dinner, I asked him, “What is this place?” He looked up, slightly surprised. I waited in anticipation, wondering if he would answer my question. “A place between worlds,” he answered, bluntly. I was proud to say that I had been able to get to know the famous Mike Myers in person, and in these past weeks, I have learned that he was a man of few words. I decided to press him further about some other things I was wondering but the only explanations I was able to get out of him was the fact that there were other worlds and there were things in those worlds that found would find me as a threat, and that I needed to train so I would be able to protect myself. I decided this would be the only answer I would get so I didn’t press him further. A few days later, Mike started to show me some more specialised tasks that my Dabs could perform. The first time I stopped time, I never felt so alive. I had also found flying very amusing, as well as telekinesis, and firebending.I realised that almost anything was possible when you mastered the Dab. I was very proud of the accomplishments I was able to achieve, but I noticed That Mike was getting tense and nervous and i guessed that could only mean one thing, time was running out. That morning before training, I decided to get Mike to explain what was going on, and not take no for an answer. “What is happening,” I demanded. He looked up, shocked, but then, a blast of purple light flashed outside. His eyes widened, then he ran outside. When I caught up with him, he had a spear in his hand. He was looking into the valley with a stone cold look on his face, where a strange portal had appeared. An entire army of creatures started running up the hill. They were hideous, and just the sight of them made me sick to my stomach. Hovering above the portal, was a green shape. It turned, and I caught the fear inducing face of Mike Wazowski. “Go!” he said. “I’ll hold him off!” I stepped back. They were getting closer now, their war cries filling the air. Mike yelled something at me, and I started to run. When I got to the Roman-style building I had called home, I looked back , and saw the horrendous Wazowski do battle with my friend. Quickly, I Dabbed, and I started to spiral into darkness. As the world faded away, the last thing I saw was Wazowski, standing over the lifeless body of Mike Myers. When the darkness receded, I was in my old apartment. A thick layer of dust had settled over every surface, and there was a large stack of bills and junk mail by the door. It took several minutes to pack the necessities, and a few minutes later, I was on the street. I was going to fly, but that would bring too much attention to himself so I hailed a taxi, and went to the airport. At a stop light I saw a very odd person who was looking for something, but he was moving in jerks, like he was uncomfortable in his own skin. Using my x-ray vision, I revealed that it was actually an alien in disguise. I began to find more and more of them outside the taxi window, I turned to the driver, and was going to ask him if he could get there faster, when I got a good look at him with my x-ray vision. On the outside he looked like a regular human but on the inside he was definitely not human. His skin was supported by a plated exoskeleton that looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. I Dabbed and he passed out. I crawled over into the driver's seat and pushed him into the back. When I got to the airport, he was starting to move, so I gave him another knockout. It was at the ticket kiosk when I wondered where I was going. I hadn't thought about that, I only knew I needed to get far away. I choose a remote city in Africa to hide as the best place to lay low. Due to my lack of cash, I needed to use a Dab or two to get the kiosk to print my tickets. I definitely got some weird looks but I was able to get on the plane without any incidents and soon, we were headed to the runway. The plane started to accelerate, and I breathed a sigh of relief. After weeks of suspense and danger, I was finally safe. But in the back of my mind, the thought that I’d never truly be safe while Wazowski lives kept nagging me. In africa, I would train, so that I could get stronger and eventually seek my enemy out on my own terms. Hiding out would buy me nothing but time. I just prayed that it would be enough. I didn’t know much for certain, but one thing I knew for sure, is that eventually, I would meet Wazowski again. And to destroy him, I would need unfathomable power.