A Figment’s Tale part 15

I didn’t end up really totally finishing this chapter, so I’m just going to leave it short. Enjoy!


Catholic Yahweh’s eyes shot open, and his whole body, imaginary as it was, tensed up like he was being electrocuted. His face didn’t register pain, though. He appeared to be experiencing a profound revelation. All over the world, men and women in hospitals behaved the same way, baffling doctors and nurses. After about a minute, Happy Face stopped the infusion, and Catholic Yahweh relaxed again, looking much healthier.

“That seemed to work,” Happy said, slightly fatigued.

“I’ll say,” Catholic Yahweh replied breathlessly. “That woke up every single one of my people and restored most of my power. I’d say it was a miracle, but you’re not a god.”

“You’re not either,” Happy said. “Not really. You’re the same kind of thing that I am, so either that was a miracle or there are no miracles. But it doesn’t matter what we call it. It’s done, and now I’ve undone the damage I did.”

“Hold on,” Catholic Yahweh said, sitting up. “You said that the Bureau came to visit your ‘other’ before.”

“Yeah, they sent some goons.”

“Can I assume, then, that you’re not working with them?”

“We are, actually. They made us a really good offer, and they seem to be on the up and up.”

“That’s good. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. The angels say you and Josh are a good man. Don’t let the Bureau change that.”

“It’s all right. They just want me to investigate Scirotology and some guy named Dave or something like that. We won’t be hurting anybody.”

“That’ll be someone else’s job if the god they’re making won’t cooperate with them.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Happy said. “Now we should get going so we can find a place to live. See you around.”

A Figment’s Tale part 14

Where are you? Joshua asked the Catholic god Yahweh.

You won’t find me, Yahweh replied. I’m well hidden.

We don’t want to hurt you. We want to undo the damage we did and wake up your followers.

I don’t believe you. Have the Bureau send somebody else.

They didn’t send us, Happy said. I don’t know if they even plan to send anybody to help you. They probably don’t know how to.

And you do?

Well, not exactly, but if I can see you, I think we can figure something out.

You sound sincere and no longer drunk with power, so all right. I’ll send one of my representatives to bring you to me. I can’t really move right now.

A man with a neatly trimmed beard appeared near them. He held his arm out as if to show them the way somewhere. Joshua couldn’t help but notice holes in his wrist and the blood all over him. Between that, the facial hair, and the tattered robe tied around his waist, Joshua assumed he was the Catholic version of Jesus.

“You never cleaned yourself up in all this time?” Happy asked.

“I’m a surprisingly recent invention, actually,” Jesus replied. “Follow me to my father.”

Jesus turned toward a wall and walked through it. Joshua and Happy stood there, unsure of what to do. Joshua couldn’t pass through solid matter. Only Happy could do that.

After a few seconds, Jesus poked his head out. “Oh yeah, sorry. There’s no door to the room where Dad is. The real one will have to stay out here.”

“That’s fine,” Happy replied. “You can just sit somewhere and see from my perspective.”

“Okay. I’ll just sit on one of these oh-so-comfy hard wooden benches. Why does this religion hate comfort so much?”

“I don’t know,” Jesus said. “Something to do with desires of the flesh. They sure didn’t get it from me. Anyway, come on in. It’s just straight down this way through a few feet of stone.”

Jesus’s head disappeared into the wall again, and Happy followed. Joshua picked a pew and followed along through Happy’s “eyes.” At first, all he could see was black, but soon enough, he emerged in a small chamber with stone walls, a lightbulb hanging from a cord in the ceiling with a string hanging down from it, and an old mattress on top of which laid an old, bearded man.

“Thank you, Jesus,” he said in a tired voice. “You can go now. I’m sure your church needs you.”

Jesus nodded and disappeared.

“He’s not Catholic Jesus?” Happy asked.

“No, he’s Third-Wave West-southwestern United Episcopal Jesus. His favorite color is green. Second Wave’s Jesus likes blue.”

“Ah, of course. Perfect reason for a new denomination. Anyway, I’m here to apologize for what happened before. If I’d known that I was hurting people, I never would have challenged you.”

“I had no idea a figment from a single mind could be so strong,” Catholic Yahweh said. “I would have warned you if I had any idea. How is your physical mind doing?”

“We were in the hospital for a little while, but after some rest, we’re both doing fine.”

“Then I guess it’s safe to say that you won the fight. Has the Bureau found you?”

“Yeah. They confronted Joshua at the hospital. He clocked them good.”

Catholic Yahweh smiled. “That’s funny. They’ve never met a figment that could give them trouble.”

“I was out like a light at the time. He got away from them all on his own.”

Catholic Yahweh’s smile immediately turned into a grave look. “Your person has command over the power?”

“Yeah. Is that surprising? We share a common mind. We’re the same person. Your believers each have a little bit of power themselves. That’s where your power comes from. You don’t already know this?”

Fear began to tint Catholic Yahweh’s face, particularly around his eyes. For a figment, he was very detailed in his appearance. It made Happy consider his own simple appearance and wonder how figments chose what they looked like—if, indeed, they did actually choose it.

“I don’t understand,” Catholic Yahweh said. “This is too much. I need to rest. Maybe this will make more sense after I’ve rested some more.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t really matter,” Happy said. “I just wanted to come and apologize and try something I just thought of. I want to try giving some of our energy to you and see if that wakes up your people.”

Catholic Yahweh was too tired to protest or argue, so Happy assumed he consented to the procedure. He floated up to the old figment and put his hands on his head. Then he concentrated on sending some of his power into the deity. The results were dramatic and immediate.

A Figment’s Tale part 13

A small hole opened in the clouds beneath Joshua and Happy, and a pale-green, tennis-ball-sized ball of light flew up through it and stopped near them. In a calming, androgynous voice, it told them, “Follow me.”

Happy became a pair of leathery dragon wings on Joshua’s back, and they flew after the glowing orb. Whoever sent it must have had some awareness of what speeds Happy Face was capable of going, because it flew at many times the speed of sound. Happy and Joshua, of course, had no trouble keeping up, and the sky was clear until they began to see airplanes. This told them that they were near land, but what land they couldn’t yet tell. They were too high up to make out any details yet not high enough to see which continent they were flying over.

The orb made a sudden nosedive, and though it slowed down to half the speed of sound, it was still traveling perilously fast considering anything could pop up in front of them at any moment. Fortunately, nothing did, and they soon landed in the middle of the grand courtyard of a castle.

“Welcome to Dawkins Castle,” the orb said. “Built six hundred years ago for King Richard the wise, it now serves as the home base for the Global Bureau of Celestial Events. The director will be here shortly to show you around.”

The orb disappeared, and Joshua and Happy Face started to look around the throne room, where the orb had left them. It was vast and mostly empty, aside from many thick marble columns that divided the room into large squares. There was also a tremendous throne that could have seated five large men, suggesting to Joshua and Happy that King Richard was either morbidly obese or compensating for something. Along the walls were paintings of young women in outfits that would have been considered skimpy six hundred years ago. They left the women’s necks and shoulders exposed, but no ankles could be seen.

“They weren’t Richard’s wives,” said the voice of a little girl from behind Joshua.

Happy had already noticed her, but he assumed she was the child of one of the Bureau members. Joshua turned and looked down to see that the girl was wearing a very nice grey business suit and had her hair tied back in a bun. She looked and spoke exactly like a small adult.

“Are you a midget?” Happy asked.

“Happy!” Josh admonished him. “I’m sorry, he doesn’t have much of a filter.”

“That’s all right, neither do I. I’m Evelyn Carlisle, executive directer of the GBCE. No, I’m not a midget. I have the mind of an adult and the body of a child. We don’t have time to get into it right now, but I’m sure you’ll discover a lot of things about this organization that will strike you as strange or even impossible. But believe me when I say that you are by far the most amazing thing here. That’s why we recruited you.”

“Is it why you attacked us?” Joshua asked.

“Yes. When you fled from our agents, I assumed that you weren’t interested in joining, so I thought it was best to have you eliminated. I’m glad to see I was wrong about you.”

“Like we were going to go anywhere with a couple of men in black,” Happy said.

“I didn’t assign the particular agents. I just told my assistant to have you brought here. I agree that they weren’t the best choice, but hindsight is 20/20. Now if you’ll come with me to my office, we’ll discuss the terms of your employment.”

Evelyn led them down a long hallway to a luxurious office. It had been the king’s bedroom, so it was the largest room in the castle other than the throne room. She handed Joshua a folder containing details of his first job and told him that he would be doing that same kind of thing for the first year. When she asked what they wanted to be paid, Happy joked that they wanted ten billion dollars a month. Their eyes went wide when she said, “Done.” They took a closer look at the folder to see what they wanted them to do for that kind of money.

They were to infiltrate a newly formed religion called Scirotology, get close to its leader, Daviid McCavige, and report their observations to their supervisor, Abraham Lincoln.

“Abraham Lincoln?” Joshua asked. “What an unfortunate name.”

“He’s not just a guy named Abraham Lincoln,” Evelyn told him. “He’s the Abraham Lincoln.”

“But isn’t he dead?”

“Yes. That’s why he’s a ghost. Don’t stare at his forehead. I told you there were stranger things at the Bureau than me.”


Evelyn sent them, head spinning, out to find their own lodging and begin their assignment with a month’s salary in advance in the form of a debit card. They could live anywhere they wanted, and they wouldn’t have to use their powers to steal what they needed. Evelyn also assured them that nobody would be looking to recapture them and throw them back into the Happy Place. They were declared sane, and their record was wiped clean of anything that would flag them to law enforcement. That made it safe for them to get some new outfits and travel to the church in Rome where Happy was able to summon Catholic Yahweh. Surely that was where the god would be recovering.

Nobody recognized them as they walked through the doors of the church wearing a ten-thousand-dollar suit. They sat in a pew and tried reaching out to the Catholic god with their thoughts.

Yahweh? they said together. It’s Happy Face and Joshua Peterson. Can you hear us? We came to say we’re sorry for what Happy did to you and to offer our help in getting back on your feet.

At first, they were answered only by silence. Then they heard a whisper in their mind. They strained to hear it.

When I get my strength back, I’m going to smite you into oblivion.

A Figment’s Tale part 12

Joshua and Happy’s conversation was interrupted by a visitor, which they didn’t expect all the way up in the clouds above the Indian Ocean. Another dragon approached them, but it didn’t attack like the last one. It had a flatter face than the previous one, with forward-facing eyes and a short snout. Its intelligent and wise appearance put Joshua and Happy Face at ease, as did its small size. It was about the size of a housecat.

“Good day, o mighty ones,” it said. “I wouldn’t dream of attacking you after what happened to the last ‘representative’ that was sent to you. I come from a team of imaginers who work for the Global Bureau of Celestial Events.”

“Did they send the last dragon?” Happy asked.

“I apologize for that. It was a miscommunication within the Bureau. It won’t happen again, I promise  you. It couldn’t possibly, since the people who sent it are now in comas. They overestimated their own strength.”

“So why did they send you?” Joshua asked.

“Yes, of course. The Bureau would like to extend an offer of employment. in exchange for your cooperation and services, they’ll pay you anything you want.”

“What do they want us to do for them?” Happy asked.

“First, they want to scan you to gauge your strength. It’s really just aiming a device at your head for a few seconds, not painful at all. Then they want to put you–the figment–through some training exercises.”

“My name is Happy Face,” Happy told him.

“Oh, you have a name already? That’s interesting. Anyway, after the testing and training, you’ll be sent out on assignments about once a month. Nothing dangerous, just reconnaissance. We investigate the formation of gods in new religions. I gather you know by now the truth behind gods.”

“They’re figments like me,” Happy said.

“Yes,” the dragon said. “When people gather together for a common belief, they can give form to what they believe in where there was none before. There is a delicate balance of power among the current gods and goddesses, and new ones have to be worked in gracefully to prevent war. When you fought the Catholic god, the Bureau was afraid that a war had broken out. We couldn’t believe it when we found out it was the figment of a single individual who had challenged him and nearly won.”

“Hey!” Happy protested. “I did win!”

“From what our agents observed, I’d call it a tie. You both used a lot of energy and emerged from the fight extremely depleted. The god you fought will take centuries to recover, while you seem to be back at full strength.”

“What do you mean he’ll take centuries to recover?” Joshua asked.

“What I mean is that half of the world’s Catholics are in comas because of the beating you gave their god.”

Joshua and Happy Face were stunned. They never meant to hurt anyone, let alone millions of people.

“I didn’t know,” Happy said sadly. “I never meant for that…”

“What can we do to undo the damage?” Joshua asked.

“You can’t do anything for them,” the dragon said. “Their minds took a heavy blow, but they’ll recover eventually. The children will awaken first, then the adults, and then hopefully some of the elders.”

“Hopefully some of the elders?” Happy asked. “What does that mean?”

“We don’t expect many of them to ever come out of their comas. But like you said, you didn’t know. This isn’t your fault.”

“Of course it’s my fault!” Happy shouted. “And I don’t understand why you’re so unemotional about it. Don’t you care?”

“I’m not connected to my creators’ emotions like you are. I’m a product of their intellect. They don’t sincerely believe in me. They’re just projecting me so I can talk to you here. So will you join us?”

“We’ll consider your offer after we find a way to help the people we’ It’ve hurt,” Joshua answered. “How can we contact you?”

“You won’t need to. We have eyes and ears everywhere. When you’re ready, you’ll see me again.”

The dragon disappeared, leaving Joshua and Happy to ponder what he’d told them. They communicated to each other through their emotions. Happy was beside himself with grief for what he did, and Joshua wanted to comfort him, but it really was pretty bad.

“What can I do?” Happy asked. “I can move things, but I’m not telepathic except for projecting a few illusions like this body and clothes for you.”

“When I’m totally asleep, you’re extremely strong,” Joshua said. “And when you needed to rest, I was able to do things I can’t do when you’re awake. Maybe if you go completely dormant, I can use my telepathic abilities to help the people.”

Happy smiled, the fog of his despondency lifting. “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’re telepathic. Maybe you can go into their dreams and wake them up from there.”

“I don’t think people dream while they’re in comas. It’s not normal sleep. But maybe I can go into their minds and fix the damage. That would take forever, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Happy said. “You’d have better luck healing Catholic Yahweh and healing everyone through him.”

Joshua smiled at his figment. It was the best idea he could think of, and they could use their new connection with the GBCE to contact the version of Yahweh believed in by the world’s Catholics and undo the damage they did. He stood up and shouted to the sky, “We’re ready to join you now!”

A Figment’s Tale part 11

A fireball came at Joshua, Happy Face, and Michelle and exploded against a barrier that Happy hastily constructed. He’d seen the projectile coming from behind Joshua mere seconds before it would have fried them all. But even though he blocked it, it still felt like it singed their skin.

“I’m burning!” Michelle cried.

“The fire wasn’t real,” Happy replied. “Look at your arm. You’re fine.”

Michelle calmed down and looked at her arm. As Happy said, she wasn’t actually burned. As soon as she realized that, the pain stopped as if it had never started. Her relief was short lived, though, because in the middle of her sigh of relief, a terrifying roar shook the trees.

Without even looking up, Joshua said, “And that would have to be a dragon.”

Happy looked and confirmed that it was, indeed, a dragon. It had to be the size of a standard school bus, and it had green scales, red, glowing eyes, and a long mouth filled with dagger-like teeth. Its wings were each as long as the dragon itself, and they flapped with seemingly great power to keep it aloft.

“Is it real?” Joshua asked.

“Of course it’s real!” Michelle yelled. “Just look at–”

“It’s a figment,” Happy interrupted, causing Michelle look at him incredulously. “It can still do damage, though, so let me handle it.”

Happy charged at the dragon and hit it right between the eyes with the force of a nuclear bomb. It sent a shockwave in all directions, causing trees to shake and animals to flee in panic. Joshua and Michelle held their hands to their ears just in time to save their hearing. When they looked up again, they saw Happy standing in the air and no dragon.

“That got rid of it,” Happy said proudly when he rejoined them. “I wonder who sent it.”

“They’re going to have a giant headache,” Joshua said. “Probably not the kind of thing we’ll read in the newspaper though.”

“I know you never invited me to be a part of all this,” Michelle said, “but could you tell me what’s going on now?”

Intending to tell her it was too dangerous, Joshua took his first good look at Michelle and lost the desire to discourage her from being part of his adventure. She didn’t look afraid. She looked excited.

So they explained everything to her. The excited look never left her face as she listened. She didn’t even notice that her friends were on the ground looking for her. Their voices barely reached where she was, but she’d have heard them if she’d been listening.

While Happy was talking about how dangerous their life was, Joshua peeked down and saw Barry walking by. He shouted for Michelle, and Joshua quickly moved his head back.

“Uhh, Michelle?” he said. “Your friends are looking for you. Barry is right down there.”

“Oh yeah, them,” Michelle replied. “I probably should let them know I’m all right. And make sure they’re all right after that dragon attack. I sure hope this is my life now.”

Happy took them down to the ground, and they met up with Michelle’s friends, Barry and Sarah. Michelle told them that it would be dangerous for them to know everything that was going on. Of course, they didn’t accept that, and they asked questions that weren’t answered as they returned to Barry’s Jeep.

“So are you coming back with us?” Sarah asked.

“No, I’m going with them,” Michelle told them

“What?” Barry asked. “You just met this guy. All you know about him is that he has magical powers. He is not the Doctor, Michelle, and you are not Rose Tyler.”

“He’s kinda right,” Happy said.

“What? But I thought you wanted me to come with you.”

“This isn’t about what I want,” Joshua said. “You shouldn’t throw away your life to go on adventures with someone you don’t know. It could be extremely dangerous. What are you studying anyway?”

“Photography,” Michelle told them. “I want to travel the world and take pictures of everything.”

“Why don’t you have a camera now?” Joshua asked.

“Rivers are wet, duh. It’s in the Jeep. Would you mind posing for a picture?”

“I don’t show up in pictures,” Happy said. “Besides, we should probably get going. Keep studying and traveling, Michelle. Maybe we’ll run into you when things have calmed down for us.”

They took off before Michelle had time to yell, “No, wait!” Happy didn’t hold back on the speed, so they were far from Malaysia when they stopped a few minutes later. They sat on top of a cloud above the Indian Ocean, hoping they wouldn’t be interrupted this time.

“I hope I don’t have to beat up Allah now,” Happy said.

“Don’t even think about it,” Joshua replied. “Who knows how many imaginary gods are out there? We’re not god slayers.”

“What are we exactly?” Happy asked.

“Nothing yet. We’re still recovering from your adventure last night. Are you well rested at least?”

“Yeah, I feel pretty good now. I’m glad you’re not mad about leaving Michelle behind.”

“Kinda sad, but not mad. Our life is too dangerous right now to be toting other people around. So what are we going to do about that organization that wants us?”

“Well, the easiest thing to do would be to let them find us and find out exactly what they want. They might have information that we can use.”

“Information about what?”

“Gods, angels, figments, stuff we might encounter out there in the world. Knowing about it could be helpful.”

Joshua thought about it, which was the same thing as talking to Happy about it. He didn’t want to be a lab rat, but Happy would be able to protect him if they tried anything like that. But what if they’re prepared to deal with powerful figments? There was no way they’d be able to subdue a figment as powerful as Happy. But how could they really know what they had in mind?

A Figment’s Tale part 10

Joshua Peterson was basically stranded in Malaysia. He could use some of his figment’s powers, but he wasn’t nearly as strong. Fortunately, he was able to move much more quickly than a normal person could, and he leaped through a grassland until he came to the edge of a jungle, which was located across from a river. He really didn’t want to enter the jungle, imagining rabid monkeys and hungry jaguars. So he stayed on the grassland side of the river and leaped along it. Soon he saw a group of people in kayaks traveling along the river in the same direction he was traveling. He made bigger leaps to meet them.

“Hey!” he shouted, startling the kayakers about twenty feet away. There were three of them–a man and two women. They all appeared to be in their early twenties.

“How did you get up there?” one of the women shouted back.

“It’s a long story! Is there a city nearby?”

“Yeah!” the other woman replied. “If you keep following the river this way, you’ll get there! Where are you from?”

“Texas!” Joshua realized that the kayakers had English accents. When he looked at them, he somehow realized that they were students from Cornwall on Summer break. How did he know that?

“America? That’s so interesting!” Both women found it interesting, and they wished Joshua had a kayak so they could talk without yelling.

“Are you a cowboy?” the man asked. He felt threatened by the women’s interest in Joshua, so he was trying to belittle him.

“An escaped mental patient, actually!”

The women laughed, and the man grew frustrated. His plan had failed.

Where am I getting all this insight? Joshua wondered.

The man began to paddle, moving his kayak more quickly down the river. He wanted to get away from Joshua, and he knew the women would follow, because he had the car keys.

“Barry!” one of the women yelled. “We were going to relax and enjoy the scenery!” As she said this, she included Joshua in the scenery. He was looking rugged, though in truth, he was just tired, sweaty, and hungry. Also, he hadn’t shaven in a few days, so the beginnings of a beard had begun to darken his lower jaw.

“Find us in town!” the other woman said.

They didn’t think that Joshua could keep up with them, and normally, they’d be right. But Joshua was anything but normal, and a girl hadn’t shown interest in him since a while before he was committed. Utilizing his powers to augment his legs, he ran along the river at superhuman speeds and soon overtook the kayaking students. He kept going until he saw where they must have set off from. There was a dock and a yellow Jeep on the other side of the river. With ease, he jumped over the river and landed next to the jeep. Then he looked back at the students and realized he made a mistake.

What was that? one of them thought. At that distance, it was hard to judge whose thought it was, but Joshua heard it clearly in his mind, and he knew it had come from one of them. That guy just ran super fast and jumped across the river!

In his eagerness to show off to the ladies, Joshua forgot that he was trying to hide from William and Theodore’s group. He didn’t know anything about their reach or influence, so for all he knew, he could be exposing himself any time he met another person.

Then it struck him that he could read minds. Happy wasn’t able to do that the last time he tried. Could it be that they each had command over different aspects of their power? Would their abilities continue to expand over time?

As Joshua stood there worrying, the students made it to the dock and disembarked. “That was awesome!” one of the women exclaimed, both of them running up to him. The one who just spoke had blonde hair and looked a lot like Gwyneth Paltrow. “How did you do that?”

The other woman was short and had red hair and freckles. She was at a loss for words. Her thoughts were jumbled as well.

“It’s a long story,” Joshua said. “You’re better off not knowing. In fact, don’t tell anyone you saw me do that. Or that you saw me at all. It could be dangerous to you.”

The man had stayed behind to bring the kayaks back. He dragged two of them from the water while the third rested three quarters of the way on the muddy bank. Joshua tried to tell what he was thinking, but he couldn’t. Instead, he felt Happy starting to wake up.

Happy, don’t come out yet. When you can, take us back up.

It’s nice to see that you’re all right, too, Happy replied. Actually, it’s good to see that we’re not in the hospital again. Who’s the babe?

“Are you okay?” the babe asked. Or rather, the blonde asked.

“Yeah,” Joshua replied. “Just distracted. I should go.”

“No, wait!”

Happy became wings and zipped himself and Joshua up to the jungle canopy. The wings weren’t necessary, but Happy liked making them. In this case, however, they only served to make them even more interesting to the students.

“You’re hungry,” Happy said as he took his normal form and made a platform for Joshua to sit on. “Where are we, a jungle? There must be some fruit we can eat.”

“Hold on,” Joshua said. “There have been some new developments.”

“What do you mean?” Happy accessed Joshua’s memory. “Ah, you have your own powers that you can use when I’m out of commission. That’s handy. Hey, you can read minds? Why can’t I do that?”

“I can only do it when you’re asleep. I can also do some of the stuff you can do, but I’m not nearly as strong.”

A nearby treetop rustled, and the blonde tourist from before emerged from it.

“What the…?” Happy said. Along with the girl, an angel emerged as well. This one was darker skinned than the other one they met, and it was male.

“I am Gabriel,” he said, placing the woman on an invisible platform that he made next to Happy’s. “Peace be upon you. Forgive the intrusion, but I was commanded by almighty Allah to bring this woman to you.”

“Apparently, Allah is real,” the woman said. “My name is Michelle Lewis, by the way, and I have no idea what’s going on.”

“She is to be yours,” Gabriel said.

“What?” both Joshua and Michelle exclaimed at the same time. Then Joshua said, “She’s a person. She belongs to herself.”

“That’s right,” Michelle agreed. “Who do you think you are grabbing me and giving me to someone like I’m a box of chocolates?”

“I don’t understand your reluctance to accept this gift,” Gabriel said.

“She’s not a gift!” Happy yelled. “Gabe, you need to get out of here right now or I’ll–”

“Happy!” Joshua interrupted him. “No more fighting. Gabriel, just leave her with us and we’ll take care of her.”

Gabriel smiled, nodded, and disappeared. Happy helped Michelle over to his invisible platform. Michelle looked at both of them with awe.

“I don’t even know what question to ask first,” she said.

“My name is Joshua, and this is Happy Face. Happy, is that the name you still want to go with?”

“Yeah. I think it suits me.”

“Okay. Happy is a figment of my imagination. You can see him and hear him because I’m telepathically projecting him into your mind. Well, he’s actually doing it.”

“You mean you’re the same person but with two distinct personalities?” Michelle asked.

“Yeah, exactly,” Happy said. “I come from his subconscious.”

“So when you said you were an escaped mental patient…”

“I’m more like two escaped mental patients,” Joshua said.

“With super powers,” Michelle said.


“Well, I guess in a world where Allah is real, people with super powers can be real, too. Does this mean I need to be a Muslim now?”

“Actually, he’s a figment, too,” Happy corrected her. “He’s the product of multiple minds. The Christian god is the same way, along with probably a lot of others. You don’t have to worship any of them. You’re taking all of this well.”

“I like science fiction,” Michelle said with a shrug. “Or whatever this is. So now that I’m yours, where do we go next?”

“What?” Joshua replied.

“Well, not really yours, but you can’t just let me go knowing what I know. You have to take me with you so your secret doesn’t get out.”

“Or so people won’t torture you for information about us,” Happy suggested.

“Yeah, or that.”

Joshua lowered his head and rubbed at his temples. He’d expected Michelle to want to be helped back down so she can get back to her life and her friends. Was she joking? Joshua was never good at telling when someone was pulling his leg.

Joshua was about to tell Michelle that coming with them would be dangerous when something very dangerous happened.


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