145 Its Cool, They Just Wanna Talk (1/2)
I soon realized that the tentacles dragging the people around me weren't doing the same to me. In fact, there's not even anything dragging me down towards whatever the fuck sort of deadly bullshit exists at the bottom of this deep body of water. Realizing this, I soon swam up towards the surface, and there I realized that we're inside of a vast swimming pool underneath the now fully-opened, double-door-like floor of the sixth area. Around the pool, I could only see only nothing but darkness on all sides--the same can be said to that bottomless pit below my feet. The only thing I can tell for sure is that there's a well-lit room above me; the rest is nothing but the call of the void. I then desperately swam towards the side and realized that the pool itself is inside of what seemed like a tall, massive, and square-shaped glass structure. Once I reached the side of the pool, I soon realized that the transparent material used to contain the water around me is quite thick, so I held onto it like my life depended on it.
As I floated at the surface of this large swimming that seemed to have the same square meter as the room above, I then noticed that something seems to be descending at the side, coming from the well-lit room that is nonchalantly hovering over the pool. There, as I panted with my body thoroughly soaked with water, I realized that the thing slowly going down at the side is the same stupidly colossal TV screen on the wall of the tiled area.
”WHOOOOOO!” I heard the familiar voice of a woman scream out loud; I can now finally see a sense of genuineness in this woman's face for the first time since I've last seen his broadcast earlier in the room above. ”WHAT'S UP, ANATOLY, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!?” Veronica roared as she asked me with a silly and almost comical look on her face. She then took her tongue out of her mouth as she laughed maniacally like the green witch in The Wizard of Oz. Finally, I could see the real Veronica that I knew since I was a child. ”What's up, baby?” Veronica then smooched the air with her anger-filled gaze still directed at me. ”Did you miss me, you punk ass motherfucker!?” She laughed out loud as she looked at me with eyes filled with a mocking tone as I clung with all my might on the high glass railing at the side of the pool.
”You old-ass bitch,” I chuckled as I looked at her, finally revealing my real face again, which felt so freeing in a very odd kind of way. I believe this is the first time I ever cursed before her, not that she would ever care about such a small detail like that. ”I can't believe you're still in business after 70 years.”
”Oh, Anatoly, you know how it goes here in the Association! These shitbag fuckfaces can shove their bullshit down my throat every time they fucking like in every decade and in every generation, but as I did time and time and time and time a-fucking-gain, I will crawl out of the afterlife and greet these boot-licking sons of bitches with a smile on my beautiful fucking perfect face outside of the Gatekeeper's doors. Motherfuckers. I've died thirteen times, BUT I'M STILL HERE BREATHING.” Veronica then showed a twisted grin, which showcases her perfectly lined up, shimmering white teeth that is a stark contrast from her crazed and outstretched eyes. ”GET FUCKED!”
It is true that nothing can ever faze this Nelly Furtado-looking-ass capitalist pig, but hey, who am I to judge her, seriously?
”How have you been, Veronica?” I then paused as I assessed the entirety of her face on the enormous TV screen. ”You look a bit fat.”
”Bitch, shut up! I've been eating lots of pancakes lately.” She then started pinching her cheeks. Is she trying to prove a point or something? I only know she's gaining weight.
”So, what's all this pool thing? What the hell is up with those tentacles that grabbed the others into the bottom of the pool?” I asked, not beating around the bush and being as specific as I can. ”Are the Japanese porno you've been consuming finally getting into your aesthetic choices?”
”Psh! Nah!” Veronica replied while waving her hands swiftly. ”This is your mom's project, actually. Well, it's not like I ever had a say in what could happen in your own damn house anyway.”
”Ah, really?” I asked with both shock and wonder. ”I never heard of this project before.”
”Uhhh... Maybe it's because you've been gone for like, three years, and we heard no news about you whatsoever?” Veronica replied with a faux confusion plastered all over her face. ”Glad you killed that whore, by the way! Never liked her.”
”So I've heard.” I said as I shook my head with a defeated sigh. ”Hey, but wait, you haven't answered my question yet. What's up with this pool? What's this supposed to do here?”
”Oh, I dunno. Your mother's head is filled with so much coo-coo shit that I honestly could not keep up sometimes, and that's saying a lot.” She then chuckled slowly as she placed a bit of her long black hair behind her ears. ”I heard there's something at the bottom of that thing that will awaken some kind of untapped side in the people who go in it. Dunno what's in there, though.”
”Huh.” I said, un-amused. ”Sounds a whole lot like what the seeding in the fourth area does to a person. Sounds kind of redundant, to be honest.”
”Oh yeah, that's the first time I saw that seeding thing! I was watching it on the TV monitors upstairs, but even I thought it was fucking disgusting!”