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MidReal Story
A bumbling duo, Gary and Phil, accidentally release
Anonymous
Apr 2
Scenario:A bumbling duo, Gary and Phil, accidentally release a virus that makes everyone speak backwards.
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It was a typical day in Caribou Falls, which meant it was boring as hell.
The town was small and unremarkable, much like everything else in our lives.
Phil and I had been friends since we were kids, and we’d always dreamed of making something of ourselves, of leaving a legacy that set us apart from the mediocrity that surrounded us.
But so far, all we’d done was make a lot of noise and get into a whole lot of trouble.
Not that we were about to give up.
We had a dream, and we fully intended to make it come true.
The place was a mess, but it was organized chaos.
Every tool had its place, though most were currently strewn across the workbench or laying haphazardly on the floor.
In the back corner sat my latest invention: a rocket-powered skateboard that Phil and I had been testing earlier that morning with less than stellar results.
I’d broken my arm, and Phil had cracked a couple of ribs, but that was nothing compared to some of the injuries we’d endured in the name of science.
Our garage wasn’t just a place to work on our latest projects; it was our sanctuary.
When the world outside became too much, and we needed a moment to regroup, this was where we came.
It was filled with memories—most of them good—of all the things we’d built and attempted to build over the years.
And I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.
“You know, I think I could get used to this,” Phil said as he stretched out his long legs and leaned back in his chair.
He closed his eyes and stuck his arms behind his head while I rummaged through my toolbox looking for the right size screwdriver.
“I don’t know why we ever leave.”
“Because if we don’t, Mom will come drag us out by our ears,” I mumbled without looking up.
Phil snorted and shook his head.
“Yeah, well, at least you have someone who cares what happens to you.”
I pulled my head out of the toolbox and glanced over at him.
I swear he was trying to make me feel bad, but I wasn’t about to let him win.
“Not everyone’s mom is off working to pay for their kid’s college education.”
Phil squinted one eye open to glare at me before he closed it again and let out a long breath.
“Yeah,” he said after a moment.
“Life’s tough all over.”
I opened my mouth to fire off a retort but stopped when I heard his tone.
He wasn’t being condescending or sarcastic this time; he was being sincere.
I knew that tone well, and when he used it, there was no point in arguing with him because he was already miles away on his next big adventure.
I shook my head and went back to rummaging through the tools.
“Yeah,” I said to myself.
