Prompt: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation
Twist: Include an element of Foreshadowing in the beginning of your post
Me and my, let’s say interesting friend, were planning a typical gamer day before our early morning, underpaying job. He was the weirdest of them. He had interesting, and slightly creepy, interests and attitudes. He acted quite weird. It was almost as though he was some other species. I know he’s just that weird kid people talk about on the internet but he was still my friend.
“So what’s going on man?” I asked amusingly.
“I have to tell you something and I don’t know how to say it?” he spat, worried.
“Just say it, trust me it couldn’t be that bad and I’m tired as shit.”
“Okay but you’ll have to stick around to listen to the rest of it.”
I rolled over in bed. My friend and I spent all night playing video games, munching on junk food, and drinking soda. Typical nerdy teenagers. We had just gotten a new fighter game, a new first person shooter, and even a new Mario game! It was pretty cool. I had just bought this new game system and decided what better way to enjoy it than with friends? However it was getting late and we both had early mornings at work tomorrow. Sixteen and working, what a shame. I rolled over uncomfortably in bed, trying my best to seem interested and not ready to pass out. Why wasn’t he tired yet?
We were sharing a “bunk bed” like thing. The bottoms was a futon (that folded into a couch) and the top was a full size mattress. I chose the futon while he chose to be on the top. He stood up. And began to rub his chin and pace.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I don’t even know if I can. They’ll be mad at me.”
“What are you talking about?” I said nervously.
He paced back and forth. Stoking his chin viciously.
“You need to tell me what’s going on man!”
“I’m an Alien.”
I sat in awe, not believing a word of this.
“You’re a what?”
“An alien, I’ve been sent here to justify if your planet is worth keeping or not. My superiors wish to demolish it and rebuild it! Make it a better world. I’ve been sent to see if it’s worth it or not.”
He changed when he said that. It’s like he believed every word of it.
“I have good news for you. I’ve judged it worthy of a couple more years. Do you know why?”
“Of course not.”
“Because of you Seth. You’ve been such a great friend of mine, and because of that you made me think humans are capable of change. Maybe if I give them some time they will all pick up the slack and make the world better. Fix it to prevent us resetting it. It’s because of you I’ll let them all live!”
“You can’t be serious?” I asked.
That’s all I remember about that. I don’t even remember falling asleep?