GRANTED! Darkness. Absolute darkness. Nothingness… then. You wake up with the sound of a phone ringing. You open your eyes to find yourself lying in bed. Your bed. Same sheets, same pillow. You turn your head and look at the floor. Same carpet, same stains. Nothing has changed. Same walls, same ceiling you have stared for countless hours. This is the same dim bedroom you spend most of your time in. Mm. Nothing has changed. "Maybe that Djinn was a phony after all, the clown" "Maybe he doesn't know how to play the game."
you think to yourself. "what a waste of my time." You realize the phone is still ringing. Did you have a phone? You do now. Unknown number. You pick up, wait for a voice at the other end of the line. "Hello? Wiz, this is the president speaking."
You hang up, turn airplane mode on. Prank call, whatever. As you sit down, you realize there's a commotion outside. Actually you have been hearing it this whole time but didn't pay any attention until now. Cautiously you look through the window. Yup, same street. The world still here, the god damn fucking planet is not gone. Nor the universe for that matter. And now there's a bunch of people outside. "A rally? What is it this time?"
You notice something weird though. People are holding signs, but that's not the weird part. What's weird is that those signs have your name on it.
"THANK YOU WIZ!" "WIZ IS A HERO" "WIZ MARRY ME!" "WIZ KISS MY BABY" "WIZ THE SAVIOR" "WE LOVE YOU WIZ!" "WIZ, YOU'RE THE SECOND COMING!".
What the fuck is going on here? This is not a rally, these people are standing in front of your house, shouting your name like you're some sort of rock star. Someone spots you looking through the window and start shouting and pointing at you. The crowd gets even more excited, it looks like this might go awry, they look crazy, like they're one step away of breaking in. "That FUCKING phony genie! PIECE OF SHIT!"
You back away from the window. Trapped in your own home. What now? You can hear the police sirens approaching. You risk taking another peek through the window. The officers are containing the "fans". That's good, but it doesn't explain what's going on here. There's also an ambulance. And more police cars. Actually there's a lot of them. It's a whole fleet! You hear a helicopter, it sounds like it's flying low and around your block. It's circling your house.
A knock at the door. "Mr. Wiz, it's the police, let us in, it's time!" It's time? Now you're really trapped. Time for what? "Mr. Wiz, it might not be safe for you here, you have to come with us"
. Not ten seconds after hearing the officer, you can hear your front door snapping like a bundle of twigs. The police just broke into your home. You can hear the heavy boots stomping rapidly towards your bedroom, you can already imagine the heavily armed men breaking into you bedroom… but they don't. You hear them standing right in front of your bedroom door. A knock. "Mr. Wiz, we're ready for you, the doctor is coming in".
Sure enough, three people people come in, not police officers. Or maybe they're, you can't tell. They have hazmat suits on. "Mr. Wiz, I just wanted to say you're really a hero. It's remarkable."
Doing what? They take your pressure, your temperature. The police stares from a distance. "OK, we can take him. Please, this way Mr. Wiz."
There's no chance of escaping. How would you even attempt to get away? You comply. They put a mask on you and take you to the ambulance. People go nuts, they try to touch you, approach you, the police has a hard time creating a human corridor to lead you to the car.
The ambulance and the police cars fly through the streets, they're empty. You can hear the helicopter following the fleet. "The streets are empty for us, it's a very special day, this is unprecedented in the history of humanity."
The doctor tells you, touching your arm. You can't see his face, he has his mask on. "Oh, I'm sorry about that."
he points at his mask. "We dont need that anymore, do we?"
Your heart sink. In front of you, the most uncomely, repugnant, repulsive, hideous, grotesque face you have ever seen in your life. It doesn't even feel like you're seeing it. It feels like you're imagining it, as it causes such a sharp contrast against the reality of everything else. Can you even call it a face? It's more like a facade containing bottled up, hidden horrors of the beyond. The beyond? His breath hits you like bricks. The smell of rotten liver, shit, blood and… and onions. Your eyes fill with water. "Your wish, Mr. Wiz, your wish, dear master, is of uttermost importance to us."
Can't be. You realize it now. In front of you, the very demon from a forgotten eon, the demon you made a wish for in that wizchan thread. He's here, that's the Djinn. "The motherfucking phonie genie, yes."
Shit! Can he hear your thoughts? "Thanks to you, the Gates of Misery crumbles. Soon we'll arrive. It won't be quite the ending you wanted, but oh, dear master, what an ending! FOR YOU."
Your face, it feels like it's melting. You look around, there's three other people in the ambulance with you. None of them look in the least distraught with the demon right in front of them. "Mr. Wiz, you should have realized it by now, you're the only one who can see my true form, in fact, you're the only one who can hear me, if you notice, I'm not - even - opening - my - mouth."
You didn't know until now what it feels like to scream in horror. The urge to scream is coming from your testicles, gushing like a million particles of ice to your stomach and chest. It doesn't feel like you're using air to scream at all, but the very revulsions of your body.
The ambulance stops. They have the entire main avenue ready for you. Through the window you can see a platform. There are thousands of people contained in the streets, many of them holding signs with your name, pretty much like you had seen in front of your house. "I'm sure you're curious to know the outcome of your wish, Mr. Wiz, master? Well, you'll see it now."
They drag you out of the ambulance. People go completely crazy. They start to shout in unison "Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! Savior! WIZ! WIZ! WIZ! WIZ! WIZ! WIZ! WIZ! WIZ! WIZ!"
You want to cry so bad, but you're not sure why. They put you in a comfortable chair right in the middle of the platform. There are many public figures there. You recognise some of them. Politicians, doctors, social climbers. Normals. Fucking normals. You look at the crowd. Thousands of people, and there's something odd about it. So many bald people, sickly looking people, people in wheelchairs. It looks like half of the people here is ready to drop dead. Hospital pacients, many even have the the IV bags on. You can't quite make sense of it. "We're here today because one man decided enough is enough. One man decided he was going to defy modern medicine, and bring a cure that millions of people every year long for. One brave, brilliant, a genius, kind, the best of men. Mr. Wiz!"
Some bigshot says it through the microphone and the crowd goes insane, shouting, crying, saying they love you. The police has a hard time containing them. "Mr. Wiz, along with Dr. Jean D. Monn, created an amazing contraption to bring the cure so many have prayed for. Well gentlemen, well, children, ladies, everyone. Rejoice, the cure, is here!"
More crying, more shouting. That fucking abomination, the Djinn, or Dr. Jean D. Monn as those people know him as, now steps to the mic. You alone can see the abomination he is, his grinning teeth, the stench that doesn't go away even in an open area like this. "Me and Mr. Wiz met online. The first thing he said to me? >>245509 END OF ALL. The first thing, would you believe! I knew this man was ready to do anything necessary to finally find the cure for A.cute L.ymphoblastic L.eukemia. So we began to work, and boy did we work hard, huh Mr. Wiz?!"
Two men in white attire tie your wrists and legs to the chair. Can't people see you don't want to be here? Do they even care? "Me and Mr. Wiz don't want to see you suffering anymore! So I'll make this short, let the procedure begin!"
More men in white bring a huge magnifying glass on a stand. The glass is framed in thick, shiny silver, covered in weird letters, symbols, numbers, drawings, it looks like a map? You can't understand any of it, nothing. The situation is so uncanny, it feels like a dream. Like a nightmare.
They place the framed glass right on top of you. A purple light glows on the cursed silver. You begin to feel sick. You can see tiny black dots detaching from the crowd, exuding from the sick and the fucked, like they're letting go a million baby flies that funnel up in the air, like migrating birds, and it all goes towards you, towards the cursed silver and magnifying glass, and into you. "The sacrifice of Mr. Wiz is not just for the people present today! But every single human cancer cell is now being drawn from people around the world, into the body of the brave Mr. Wiz, a true hero!, who couldn't stand to witness the suffering of his fellow humans any longer! Can you believe the heart of this man? Can you believe his courage? His compassion!?"
Dr. Jean D. Monn won't shut the fuck up. You feel your body getting swollen, getting huge. The bigshots and everyone else now evacuate the platform. Huge curtains are drawn around you. You can still hear the people shouting of the crowd and the Djinn praising your qualities as your skin start to burst as every inch of your body absorbs the cancer cells of humanity. "The Gates of Misery…" you remember the Djinn's words. The Darkness. You think you can see the gates… Absolute darkness. Nothingness… then. continues bellow