I’m about to write again about the beings with which you’re all familiar, striking fear into people in the night. The conflict and the fall was not isolated to a planet. Other beings were influenced and warred with one another. The alien who Brian called asshole distinguished itself during war. It left no survivors. There are many kinds of grey, some good, some evil, and some indifferent. Asshole was of the good kind who were ruthless, who won unrepentantly. It was still in its own way frightening. Its face was hideous and its eyes unintentionally menacing. How can the best grey also be the most scary? Its fingers were extra long and creepy. When it walked, it trotted along dangling them. Other greys were scared of it. But it owned its scariness, it was proud of it and was fine with chasing you around the room while you screamed.
It was ancient, many hundreds of years old. The greys had no queens but this grey carried itself with the most majesty, making beings of various worlds bow before it, but not because this grey was God but closest to God, a walking mountain among beings. And it was ugly, so ugly it was beautiful.
Brian ran from the greys’ instructions and did not go straight to the caves where they wanted him. He ran for years. He was scared of the things though he knew they controlled him.
The sisters tried to get to him. They shape shifted into women that he liked that would distract him for a couple of years at a time, but it didn’t work. They flew back to Benin. They liked it there. The greys told them they liked it there. Brian liked being all husky and man like, doing boring man shit like sitting on fences and talking about cars, sun on his face, his life purposeless, a modern day exploration of Nu Metal, but not the fun kind that you’re secretly into. What a douche. He had to turn things around. He couldn’t be a lame much longer. He decided to venture forth to the cave, to no longer be mediocre.
He was going to go back to the world of spaceships and giants, of angels, and gods. He aspired to having great tailoring. He decided to switch up his playlist. The aliens called him. They said, stop being lame, Brian. Engage in your divine purpose.
The locals in Christian County thought he was a weirdo, a city guy with funny ideas. He probably was, but he didn’t care. Onward to the cave.
As he climbed to get in, he considered how life would be if he continued to be vanilla. I mean vanilla as in plain, not the flavor of vanilla which is quite good. As he walked deeper into the cave, a grey walked from behind and joined him, then another joined him and another, till one grabbed him and told him to go into the next cavern. It didn’t say it with its mouth but its eyes and Brian could see them from behind.
When Michael arrived and Brian saw him, he felt relieved. There were no real choices in life, not if you were worthy of having choices and in that case your choice was only to be great, to make your mark across the galaxies. You would not settle on being in your little backward planet. You decided to get back at any cost to escape the alternative which was to be normal. Brian knew this.