Unfunny Super Eyes Chapter 5: Chapter 5 Still Cake's Room

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‘Close it! My eyes! They’re being cooked!’ Sugar screamed, trying to hide away in a corner. Cake tried to push it down, but the light was expanding. Symbols, numbers, and a grid overlaid the room. Color drained from the world. Probability, statistics, topology, algebra, calculus, all running every which way. Bread got up to help, and together they forced the case to close. The topless girl then sat on the case for good measure. Cowering behind the couch, Sugar didn’t know whether to be angry, scared, or both. ‘What the heck was that?’ Bread scratched her head. ‘Was there something bright? Couldn’t see cause of my,’ she tapped her shades, ‘sunglasses.’ ‘Stuff your sunglasses! That’s not how it works! DON’T OPEN IT AGAIN!’ Cake’s was picking at the case where the light shone through a crack. He knew the others hadn’t seen any of it. It must have been too bright. But with his eyes, it was all laid out clearly. Inside the case was an infinite grid that stretched in every direction. Up, down, left, right, sideways, backwards, diagonals. Numbers, signs, and symbols jumbled together. Every now and again, an equation had formed. When Cake squinted, he could barely make out that five plus ten equals fifteen. Most of it was incomprehensible to him. His hand was swatted away, and Bread tapped his forehead to get his attention. ‘You see what was inside the case?’ He wasn’t sure how to describe it. Cake didn’t read up on theoretical physics. All the boy could say was, ‘Math.’ ‘Math?’ ‘A lot of math,’ his mind was still racing to think of what this all meant when he noticed the room. ‘Guys, what happened to the… everything?’ All around items had changed their proportions like a permanent hall of mirrors. T.V. had doubled in length, stretching the silent picture playing on it to disturbing proportions. The couch Sugar was hiding behind had shrunk and was little more than a weird chair. In the corner, the keyboard had ballooned, its keys no longer recessed and looking more like they were painted onto a smooth surface. The three took it all in. ‘Where did you say you found thing thing?’ Bread asked, scrunching her brow. A headache was beginning to take over her. Sugar pointed to the window, which was thankfully still properly sized. ‘Chuck. It. Out.’ The blonde waved the suggestion away, ‘terrible idea.’ She snapped a finger in Cake's face, ‘put it back where it came from.’ Something churned in Cake’s stomach as realization dawned on him. The shoot out, the case, the Family goons, the inside of the case. His voice was barely a whisper as fear squeezed his throat, ‘I can’t. The place got smashed up.’ He looked down at the piece of gold hanging on the case, ‘and the latch is broken.’ There was a knock on the door, and the Manager appeared. Cake dropped to the floor, sitting next to Bread in an attempt to hide the suitcase. Bread took off her sunglasses. Sugar sat down on the now tiny couch. Manager of Lock Up “Inn”, owner of the land and building, and adopted mother of the trio. A tall woman who carried herself straight with pride and dignity. On her face was a black mask with a small padlock, the uniform of all “Inn” workers. The Manager took the mask off to reveal deep, sea green eyes. Of all the eyes Cake could never meet, hers was at the top of the list. She stood in the doorway, looking around at the odd objects. ‘Cake…’ She asked tentatively, ‘did something happen here?’ ‘No! No,’ Sugar answered for him. ‘We were just hanging out with B, that's all.’ Bread waved a hand. ‘There was a shoot out near the coffee booth,’ Cake peeped, staring blankly at the elongated T.V. ‘I- uh ran.’ Bread and Sugar stared at him. ‘News to us,’ Bread said, putting a hand on his shoulder. The Manager regarded their words for a moment before nodding. ‘It’s good you’re all here. Something important has happened. We had a meeting with someone from the Family. They’re going to open a casino soon and have asked us to provide them with girls. In the following days,