Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

My family was on a bus. Father was driving, I was sitting near the front, and the rest were behind, along with many other people. It wasn’t my normal family, though. The father wasn’t my dad, the mother wasn’t my mom, I wasn’t me, and I had two younger siblings. I was the oldest of three children, and had a younger brother, and an even younger sister.

We were in the bus to drive the families to their new homes. A small fat child appeared out of nowhere, and introduced himself as Clout. We all shouted for Clout to get out, but he wouldn’t leave. We noticed around us that the world began to change. Clout was forcing us through different dimensions. The lands looked basically the same, but small details would be different.
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