You were on a date with Wilson Fayt who was a dork, the kind of dork whose existence you’d usually ignore. But the moment you learned he was gay your perception of him changed. After all, both of you were young and homosexual in a small town full of bigoted old people.
Yes, he wore those ridiculous round glasses and his fashion sense wasn’t any better, always dressing too formally with a suit and let’s not even mention that dreadful bowtie. He was a nerd with fixated interests, you’d only been in the park with him for five minutes but it already felt like he’d been talking about airplanes for an eternity. But damn it, you both were desperate to experiment for the first time.
You were getting quite anxious in the bench both of you were sitting on. “Look, Wilson, all those things you know about airplanes are great and all, but shouldn’t we just... you know, get started?” You asked him. So suave.
Wilson blushed and laughed in that particular dorky way of his.
“Wow, you’re racing right to the point. I like that!” Wilson then grinned perversely. “I gotta warn you...When my body gets ready for ‘liftoff’ I can be very rough!”
Coming from him, you doubted that very much. Every single word Wilson spat through his mouth made you feel less and less insecure about this date.
“Hehehe, I know just the place where we can have some serious fun...” Wilson said, his tongue licking his lips with lust.
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Meanwhile in a very far away place that neither Wilson or you had ever heard of and most certainly never will, an old cleaning lady was sweeping the dust in a room full of glowing spheres while whistling the happiest tune.
Interestingly enough, this lady wasn’t actually human. She was a being from a far away dimension that had lived for millennia and her knowledge exceeded that of every human being in existence combined.
But even smart people commit mistakes. Distracted by her own happy tune the opposite end of the cleaning lady’s broomstick hit one of the glowing spheres and it fell off from its socket on the wall.
“Oh, goodness!” The lady exclaimed when she heard the sphere impact against the floor. Fearing this would be the end of her job, she picked up the sphere in a panic and quickly wiped the dust away from it. On a side of the transparent sphere, the words ‘Wilson Fayt’ were embedded.
These spheres were really important, because apparently each one was linked to a soul from a lesser dimension, but the cleaning lady had no idea to know for certain. The only thing that was for sure was that each of these glowing thingies were supposed to go in a socket, or else they’d wither and die.
So the cleaning lady raced to plug the sphere in the first empty socket she saw. The sphere locked into the socket with a clicking sound.
“There, good as new.” The lady said satisfied with herself and promptly resumed her happy tune.
What the cleaning lady wasn’t aware of was that each socket was different, each feeding their soul with a different material form. If she had bothered to put on her reading glasses that morning, she would have noticed that each socket had a tiny paper tag glued to it. The socket the sphere had originally fallen from read ‘human’.
It was currently vacant.
The socket that was now responsible for the material existence of Wilson Fayt, however, read something else entirely...