...and then everybody stopped feeling warm

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Summary

Frank is a pretty normal guy. Nothing's really interesting about him. Apart from his grey knee socks, his 1992 washing machine, and his story of how he ended the universe.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
3
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

...and then everybody stopped feeling warm

It was Frank. Frank ended it all. Well, in fact, there were hundreds of people that ended it. Frank just happened to be the last one. And the last one is usually the one everybody remembers. Thus, that is why this part of the story is about Frank and not Charlie, Emily or Sadie. Well, in fact, given that Charlie, Emily, and Sadie were just mentioned, it's now also about them. And will probably go on and on indefinitely, with more people joining this part of the story that came before Frank, Charlie, Emily, and Sadie. In any case, Frank was the last one. The straw that broke the camels back. Frank ended the universe. Or, more precisely, his washing machine ended the universe, after he threw in his used knee socks he wore for a replica Octoberfest happening in a small suburb near Inglewood, California. The socks were grey with three mint green stripes at the upper end. Frank liked those socks. Especially the mint green, which reminded him of his grandma's glasses frames, through which her big milky eyes were watching him when he was lying in his crib. The glasses were always a little off and crooked. It bothered Frank. It bothered him so much that he always smacked his grandma when she came too close to him. Eventually, Frank believed, this was the reason for his ADHD and his obsessiveness with shoes ordered at an exact 90-degree angle to the wall, one shoe after another, and behold the sandal stood next to the ugg boot. God–or the omniscient 'IT' everybody in Frank's society ultimately agreed upon exists, as the stock markets really just weren't following any rational system anymore and hence had to be directed by the moody temper of some entity–would probably describe this as a highly unlikely but somehow satisfying coincidence that the one person that was above all known for his orderliness, was the one that unordered the universe so much that it fell into a deep freeze and stopped working. Presumably. Because nobody felt anything anymore, as anything was pretty much diffused into nothing, and nothing usually doesn't come with a temperature tag.


But before Frank stepped out of his presumed existence, there was a time when he stepped in.