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...Previously...
Rosemary Morgan knocked lightly on her daughter's bedroom door. "Angela, sweetie? Can I come in?"
"Go away!" the voice behind the door shouted.
"Honey, you haven't left that room for days. I brought someone I'd like you to meet."
"What? No! I don't want anyone to see me! Mom, do not come in--"
But, being a mother, she came right in anyway. "Angela, this is our neighbor Louis. He lives over on Hardy Street." Following Rosemary was a slightly stocky man in a turtleneck sweater and khaki pants. His age was hard to determine since his entire head was an enormous eyeball, rising like a shiny white dome from his collar.
"Oh God, Mom... You're not going out with him, are you?"
Louis' pupil dilated.
"No!" Rosemary fired back, maybe a little too quickly. "I thought he could talk to you. You know, as someone who's gone through... what you're going through."
Angela remained planted firmly in her bed, arms crossed. A few days ago a magic spell gone awry had changed her head into a giant eyeball. She did not take it well. Despite going to school in a world inhabited by monsters, she decided she had turned herself into a freak and refused to leave the house. Eventually she refused to leave her room. Her bed was littered with various forms of entertainment and snacks. She still wasn't sure what to do with the latter besides feeding the occasional chip crumb to her cat, Bristle.
She did recognize Louis, though not by name. Back on Halloween when Winifred Pale invaded her town, changing people into monsters, Louis was among the first wave. He was already changed when Angela first saw him. They had never formally met, so he was just known to her as 'Eyeball Guy.'
"I'll leave the two of you alone," Rosemary said, leaving the door a crack open. "I'll be downstairs. Love you, honey."
Louis pulled up a chair and started right in. "Heyyy, kiddo! Ahh... like your mom said, my name's Louis. I used to just be a guy, but then that Halloween thing happened? With the fog? Well, I guess you know about that, since that door to another world popped up in your backyard..."
"Do you have a point, Louis?" Angela grumbled.
"I just wanted to tell you that being an eyeball guy, or gal in your case, ain't so bad. It's actually opened a lot of doors for me, both personally and professionally! See, before this whole eyeball thing happened to me, I had just gone through a pretty ugly divorce. I won't get into the details, but I was a mess. I really needed a change, and boy did I get one. Was it the kind of thing I had in mind, my head turning into an eye? No, but it really helped put things in perspective."
"Perspective?" Angela scoffed, somehow making a pffft sound without lips. "I don't even have depth perception!"
"Heh, that's a good one," Louis chuckled, his good nature making him impervious to Angela's teen angst. "But seriously though, I was feeling very confused and vulnerable. But then I realized, if I can get through day to day life as a big, exposed eyeball, I can get through anything!"
"Wait, when did you come to that conclusion? You were already pretty psyched to be an eyeball when I saw you on Halloween. You couldn't have been like that for more than an hour!"
"Look, I said it was a bad divorce. I was willing to latch onto any philosophy to get out of that funk. But this has opened me up to a lot of new experiences! Wanna know why that is? It's because people like eyeballs! They're the window to the soul, as they say. When you have a peeper like this, folks feel comfortable around you, like they really know you. They can say things they really want to say."
"I don't see how that's true at all. I don't feel that way about eyeballs. I mean no offense, but eyeballs are gross. They're wet, they're veiny, and when you see a pupil or iris or whatever doing its thing at this size, it's just... ew. I can practically hear it moving! And I still have all my hair! I literally cannot keep my hair out of my eye! I mean, look at this bottle of eye drops! Did you know they came this big before being an eyeball? Or that they came in a spray?"
"Look, I've shared a lot here today. And you've shared your feelings about... eyeballs, I guess. Why don't you tell me about you?"
"Well, for starters, I'm pissed that I'm an eyeball! And I didn't even start out like this, either. I was trying to keep Winifred from taking over the world, right? So I let her turn me into a witch, and I'm not even sure if that was the right thing to do!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I shouldered the responsibility of protecting the human race and doing what I thought was right only to find a bunch of people like you who think it's just peachy damn keen to be an eyeball or whatever! So I figured if I'm going to be a witch, I might as well try to be good at it. But then I accidentally turn myself into an eyeball, and--"
"Wait, you turned yourself into an eyeball?" Louis interrupted. "Haha, wow! That was stupid!"
~~~
In the kitchen downstairs, Rosemary dabbed at Louis' eye with a damp, lint-free cloth.
"I am so sorry she threw that book at you, Louis. She's just at that age where she's really trying to learn who she is, and she just didn't want it to be an eyeball, I suppose."
"Ah, it's okay, no harm done. At least it was a paperback. I've taken on a lot of different jobs since the whole eyeball thing, but motivational speaker was never one of 'em."
...Previously...
Rosemary Morgan knocked lightly on her daughter's bedroom door. "Angela, sweetie? Can I come in?"
"Go away!" the voice behind the door shouted.
"Honey, you haven't left that room for days. I brought someone I'd like you to meet."
"What? No! I don't want anyone to see me! Mom, do not come in--"
But, being a mother, she came right in anyway. "Angela, this is our neighbor Louis. He lives over on Hardy Street." Following Rosemary was a slightly stocky man in a turtleneck sweater and khaki pants. His age was hard to determine since his entire head was an enormous eyeball, rising like a shiny white dome from his collar.
"Oh God, Mom... You're not going out with him, are you?"
Louis' pupil dilated.
"No!" Rosemary fired back, maybe a little too quickly. "I thought he could talk to you. You know, as someone who's gone through... what you're going through."
Angela remained planted firmly in her bed, arms crossed. A few days ago a magic spell gone awry had changed her head into a giant eyeball. She did not take it well. Despite going to school in a world inhabited by monsters, she decided she had turned herself into a freak and refused to leave the house. Eventually she refused to leave her room. Her bed was littered with various forms of entertainment and snacks. She still wasn't sure what to do with the latter besides feeding the occasional chip crumb to her cat, Bristle.
She did recognize Louis, though not by name. Back on Halloween when Winifred Pale invaded her town, changing people into monsters, Louis was among the first wave. He was already changed when Angela first saw him. They had never formally met, so he was just known to her as 'Eyeball Guy.'
"I'll leave the two of you alone," Rosemary said, leaving the door a crack open. "I'll be downstairs. Love you, honey."
Louis pulled up a chair and started right in. "Heyyy, kiddo! Ahh... like your mom said, my name's Louis. I used to just be a guy, but then that Halloween thing happened? With the fog? Well, I guess you know about that, since that door to another world popped up in your backyard..."
"Do you have a point, Louis?" Angela grumbled.
"I just wanted to tell you that being an eyeball guy, or gal in your case, ain't so bad. It's actually opened a lot of doors for me, both personally and professionally! See, before this whole eyeball thing happened to me, I had just gone through a pretty ugly divorce. I won't get into the details, but I was a mess. I really needed a change, and boy did I get one. Was it the kind of thing I had in mind, my head turning into an eye? No, but it really helped put things in perspective."
"Perspective?" Angela scoffed, somehow making a pffft sound without lips. "I don't even have depth perception!"
"Heh, that's a good one," Louis chuckled, his good nature making him impervious to Angela's teen angst. "But seriously though, I was feeling very confused and vulnerable. But then I realized, if I can get through day to day life as a big, exposed eyeball, I can get through anything!"
"Wait, when did you come to that conclusion? You were already pretty psyched to be an eyeball when I saw you on Halloween. You couldn't have been like that for more than an hour!"
"Look, I said it was a bad divorce. I was willing to latch onto any philosophy to get out of that funk. But this has opened me up to a lot of new experiences! Wanna know why that is? It's because people like eyeballs! They're the window to the soul, as they say. When you have a peeper like this, folks feel comfortable around you, like they really know you. They can say things they really want to say."
"I don't see how that's true at all. I don't feel that way about eyeballs. I mean no offense, but eyeballs are gross. They're wet, they're veiny, and when you see a pupil or iris or whatever doing its thing at this size, it's just... ew. I can practically hear it moving! And I still have all my hair! I literally cannot keep my hair out of my eye! I mean, look at this bottle of eye drops! Did you know they came this big before being an eyeball? Or that they came in a spray?"
"Look, I've shared a lot here today. And you've shared your feelings about... eyeballs, I guess. Why don't you tell me about you?"
"Well, for starters, I'm pissed that I'm an eyeball! And I didn't even start out like this, either. I was trying to keep Winifred from taking over the world, right? So I let her turn me into a witch, and I'm not even sure if that was the right thing to do!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I shouldered the responsibility of protecting the human race and doing what I thought was right only to find a bunch of people like you who think it's just peachy damn keen to be an eyeball or whatever! So I figured if I'm going to be a witch, I might as well try to be good at it. But then I accidentally turn myself into an eyeball, and--"
"Wait, you turned yourself into an eyeball?" Louis interrupted. "Haha, wow! That was stupid!"
~~~
In the kitchen downstairs, Rosemary dabbed at Louis' eye with a damp, lint-free cloth.
"I am so sorry she threw that book at you, Louis. She's just at that age where she's really trying to learn who she is, and she just didn't want it to be an eyeball, I suppose."
"Ah, it's okay, no harm done. At least it was a paperback. I've taken on a lot of different jobs since the whole eyeball thing, but motivational speaker was never one of 'em."
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shes kinda cute tbh