there are three of them. they all have long black scruffy hair. the one in the middle walks up to me, and says;

"Hello. will you take this?" she says, holding out a singular zipper, the ones you see onto a bag or something.

"...OK." was my response.

she ploped it in a sack.

"Take it out of the sack."

so I reached my hand in and couldn't reach it, so I put my head in to see.

"Gotcha."

"Wha-"

A burning pain on my stomach, running up my face.

TWO YEARS LATER...

now I'm one of them. a zipper down my face.

"Hey there kid. look." I say.

"Oh?"

"open it."

"You're wird, but OK.'

zzzziiiippppp.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

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