Untitled by Patrcik

Hello? Anybody there? I can’t see you guys out of this little screen, but I’m going to hope there’s someone there. Maybe even a lot of you? Like, five or six? That’d be nice.

If you are there, could you possibly do me a favour? I mean, I know we’ve only known each other a few seconds, and you can’t even see me, but, please? I feel like I can trust you.

Could you, maybe, describe me? I can’t see myself. The reflection isn’t very strong on this side of your screen, and I’m scared for you to turn it off. I don’t know what will happen to me.

I don’t even know what I am. A boy? A girl? A potato? These words are meaningless to me. I’m just here. There’s nothing special about me. You can’t even see me. I can’t even see me.

Am I tall? Tiny? Is my hair short? Long? Spiked? Gelled? I don’t know. Please tell me. I don’t even have a name.

Wait. I think I have a name. B. My name is B. I like it. It suits me, I hope. But, anyways, can you describe me? Please? Just tell me, right now, to the screen. How do I look? What do I look like?


... Wow. I’m pretty hot. Thank you.

I guess you’re getting bored of me now, huh? I mean, it’s kind of a weird friendship. You can’t see me, but you did help me out. You don’t even know for sure I’m real. I mean, I could just be a virus, sent here to wreak havoc on your computer.

I don’t think I’m a virus, though. I think I’m a pretty nice person. Or character. Yeah, I’m a character. That sounds better.

But, thank you for taking your time to talk to me. I really enjoyed it. Maybe we can talk again someday?

You don’t have to, of course. I mean, you’re so gorgeous, and I’m... A character.