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“Here you go, little one.”

I was flattered. “Where are we, exactly?”

“Legend has it, piles of unwanted material disintegrates and decomposes in this very place.”

The metaphor of a garbage dump impressed me to no end. Still, I savored the sight of the damp area that also housed a few brown dummies.

I was under the assumption, the rules of the jungle apply in the dump, just like it did in the other places I streamed through while in the Underground. Nevertheless, I took the liberty to explore, for it was an activity I loved.

The River Person left me to my eccentricities, so I was alone again, although the feeling of a wild flower keeping eye on me was still giving me chills.

But nobody was there. Nobody came.

Nobody dares to make a mess, thank God for that.

The four brown dummies stared into my soul, their minimal expression proved unconvincing. Never was I a fan of their kind, even in the surface world. The most I saw them were in fashion outlets when going on trips with Mom, Dad and my little sister.

I walked away, looking forward for a brand new day, according to my good old watch.

In my mind, it could well be some raging pulses in the neurons because of my conditioning. The gut feeling was not of confidence, but of suspicion. I swore the devil was not far off. It could well be that he was sharpening his pitchfork, ready to strike while the iron is hot.

And so it appeared.

Mimicking the sound of a basketball passing through the hoops, one of the dummies emerged out of its shell. It no longer resembled its brothers and sisters, but rather it looked like it had gotten a touch of sunburn.

“You ignored me,” it said.

I was dumbfounded. “Huh?”

“You IGNORED me, you stupid buffoon! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!”

My head scratching mood turned on. “Eh? I do not know what this means…”

“You came down here with intentions that no one else sees,” the dummy muttered, “but I do! You are just another evil kid from Upstate! EVIL! EVIL! EVIL!” The lifeless vessel presented his ragdoll-like flexibility as it screamed in anger.

“Whoa, there!” I raised my index finger. “For the record, you are not me, and I am just passing by.”

“PASSING BY?! How EEEEVIILLLL!”

“You are mad…”

“And you are going down!”

Dozens of plain white knives emerged, surrounding the mad dummy. I could sense imminent danger, so I instantly made a run for it.

There were not many hiding places in the garbage dump, but I had to make do with anything at that moment. Never mind the distasteful odor permeating from the piles of abandoned clothes and cassette tapes. They were of low priority.

Gasping for breath, I maintained my silence underneath rubble of tall sand.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” The dummy chuckled.

I was invisible. This drove the dummy even madder. “Not showing up? Again?!”

From afar, I witnessed its telekinetic abilities on full display. It lifted its ‘brother’, then tossed a knife which hit the ‘brother’ on the head.

“Just a model,” it said, “but if you wanna know…I was a star! STAR! STAR! STAR!”

The frequent adjective repetition made the dummy look like a crybaby. I was also wondering if there was something inside the dummy. How one out of five was able to perform telekinesis and talk, while the others remained silent, beats me.

The dummy carried on, “It was me who was the hot one in the five piece boy-band. Me, Napsta, Metta, and some two lowlifes that wanted nothing more than to be popular. Heck, of everyone, I was the real talent. The spotlight was on me. ME! ME! ME!”

Again with the repetition, but the dummy changed, its ‘face’ resembling a more cheerful facade. “Heck, I remember those hits. ‘Quit Playing With My Monster Soul’, which I wrote. I sang lead vocals, while the rest did backing. Then, other cool songs that Napsta and I wrote together. ‘The Monster’s Ball’ is the very best that we made, but somehow after all that…AFTER ALL THAT, the Monsters love Metta! UNFAIR! UNFAIR! UNFAIR!”

The former musician seemed to have hit rock bottom by the looks of things, his ramblings giving new meaning to the trials of life.

“I used to be a cool Ghost Monster,” the dummy bowed and frowned. “But ever since Metta got that shiny upgrade by that clumsy doctor friend of his, everyone loved him! Yeah, sure, he looks cool and all, more like those humans who sing on live TV, but I’m waaayyy better than him. Metta is nothing more than a fragile Monster who masks his own weaknesses. FRAGILE! FRAGILE! FRAGILE!”

The mad dummy sighed. “There was a quarrel. Metta, being the aspiring celebrity he is, quit the band, and the Monsters of the Underground followed him! My hard work, and they followed him! Poor Napsta and I were forced to call it quits, while the two other morons got lost. I am glad they got lost anyway. Those useless beggars. USELESS!”

“The Monsters ignored me. Our so-called fans ignored me. I was left to rot, while Metta hogged on the spotlight on his own. Amazing how a few aesthetic changes could make and break a career, don’t you think?” The dummy winked. “From that day on, I resorted to DESTROY anyone who ignores me! They must RESPECT ME! RESPECT! RESPECT! RESPECT!”

My hiding was not taken lightly at all. It took a while, but it eventually spotted my hair spikes and pulled it like nobody’s business.

I gave it a little bite on the arm, and it growled menacingly. I was able to be free from its grip.

“STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!” it screamed in a horrendous manner, and then sliced its way through piles of dirt to get to me.

Impatience got the better of me. “STOP! STOP! STOOOOPPP!”

Fortunately, the dummy understood simple English. Thus, there he was, staring at me like some mad gorilla.

I turned to face him. “Look,” I said, “I am not an ignorant person. I do not ignore talented people. You are talented, got to give it to you, but…”

“You do not mean it.”

I gulped. “Excuse me?”

“YOU DO NOT MEAN IT! I shall destroy you now!!!”

I could feel gravity betraying me. My body was lifted beyond my control. The dummy had the privilege of tossing and turning me round the dump. Food residues landed on my body, making it smell more intolerable.

There was no chance to do anything. I was stuck; nowhere to run or hide. Then I heard a mutter.

“Uhh…let him go,” a voice crept out from afar.

The dummy was startled. “Wha-? Who?”

A milky white ghost came before us. With headphones fixed to its head, it was uncertain to me, how he was able to keep a track of things.

“Let the human go,” the ghost stuttered. “He did not harm you…”

“To hell with that, Napsta!” the dummy replied in rage. “This human is an abomination, and a disrespectful peasant. Heck, he’s just like my so-called fans! I shall kill him now. Perhaps eating his soul will make me more beautiful.”

The ghost, ‘Napsta’ as he was called, shook his head. “That is not…uhh…not the right thing to do…” He looked petrified. “Uhh…please, Carterblook…please let it go…”

The dummy refused. “Not gonna fall for that! NO! NO! NO!”

“Not again!” I screamed.

It seemed I tried its patience, thus it greeted me with a head butt. “Ooofff!”

The dummy turned back to its ghost friend. “You do not make the rules here, Nappy! Besides, all you do here is sleep. SLEEP! SLEEP! SLEEP!”

Napstablook’s eyes widened. “But…I…I make songs…”

“Yeah, songs that make Shyren and the two idiots look like a deity.”

At that moment, Napstablook snapped. In an instant, he performed a jumping head butt to the mad dummy. The dummy fell on a box full of chocolate, but as it tried to recover, Napstablook head butted it again.

“Wooooo…” Napstablook chanted a mantra, which was more than enough to send the dummy spiraling off the dump, never to be seen again.

“Thanks,” I told Napsta. “I owe you one.”

The ghost stammered a bit, but then he replied, “No problem…I am sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“For Carterblook.”

“Wh-what is a Carterblook?”

“He…he just ran away…just now.”

“Oh,” I scratched my head. “So, it’s a male ghost Monster.”

“Yes…we are one family of music lovers…we make music…ohh…”

Tears rained down Napsta’s eyes. “It is sad that Metta is no longer with us…he is always doing his shows and staying in his new resort in Hotland…I am sad because h-h-he used to live with me…ohh…”

I took my time to comfort the ghost. The tears dried out fast. Napsta noticed my shoulder wound and offered to help, but I refused.

“You might get a fever…oh, I have a bandage!”

“It is all right,” I assured him. “It has dried out. Actually, I am a little bruised…”

“Come walk with me,” the ghost suggested, wearing a confused guise. “Uhh, come on and follow me…”

I followed him to his home, where I got treated with bandages anyway. He offered food, too, but I could not even hold it to begin with, so I digressed.

Napsta was kind-hearted but could not afford a smooth conversation. Nonetheless, he proved to be very friendly. The occasional stuttering commonplace, but his overall vocabulary was not a challenge to fathom.

“I want to play my music,” Napsta muttered. “Do you wanna hear?”

I nodded. “Why not?”

Napsta plugged in his tape player and turned on his mixtape, which output a soothing anthem that oozed calmness and tranquility. As my eyes closed, I could see the forming of the universe, followed by the adorable little stars that surround it. The stars took baby steps to move an inch, but that made it more pleasurable. My life is complete now, I thought as the beautiful image occupied my mind.

Napsta lay down beside me, eyes fixed to the ceiling. I wonder if he was thinking the same thing as me, or contemplating about his distant friends. His large headphones were fixed to his head. He murmured for a while, but was hardly a nuisance. I hoped, to him, I was not one.

Malaysian male. 20+ years old (almost). Libra. 

Speaks both Malay and English. Adjust based on circumstances😉

Proud Malaysian. proud of the country’s heritage😄

shame it’s being dragged down the drain😖but it will get better soon🙏

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Nasran Salleh
Nasran Salleh
Malaysian male. 20+ years old (almost). Libra.  Speaks both Malay and English. Adjust based on circumstances😉 Proud Malaysian. proud of the country's heritage😄 shame it's being dragged down the drain😖but it will get better soon🙏

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