You awoke to see that you were engulfed in a field of blue, your favorite color. The blue was continuous and saw no variation in hue. It was a never-ending two-dimensional plane that wrapped around you like a somnambulistic boa. You blinked your eyes once or twice. Saline tears welled up in them as though some stronger inner force had summoned them. You could not see your blue, as it must be yours, yet your blue could see you and through some subliminal power made you nauseous. You lay your head down on your blue. You allowed the blue to enter you and embrace your soul. You slept.
You awoke. Again, you saw your blue. You noticed, though, that your blue had been invaded by wisps of gray, your favorite color. Your gray mingled with your blue to react with your eye, and the product of the reactants was your sky.
You looked up at your sky and noticed your blue was growing ever darker. You had not asked for this. From the deepest depths of your lungs you unleashed a deafening convoy of obscenities directed toward your sky. You grew more and more light-headed with each yell, and the pain between your ears, which had always been there, was growing in magnitude. You gave one final holler and passed out.
You awoke and found yourself partly submerged in the mud. The mud was cold and felt like death. You looked at yourself. You saw that you had become the mud. It was brown, your favorite color. Your brown had proceeded to dominate the entire area. Your brown tasted like chocolate. As you tried to find yourself in it, you slipped and existence became black, your favorite color. You apologized to your black and informed your black of your infatuation with it. You let out a high-pitched, shrill howl that was answered by the coyotes. Your heart rate increased precipitously and your breaths became moans. At the height of your excitement you fell into a pleasurable dream state.
You dreamed of a party. It was Saturday. Your friends were all getting hammered and you were the driver. You faced the pressure of your peers and buckled. You crawled into your car, and as you groped for the ignition, you knocked your Polaroid to the floor. The lens cracked into three pieces. You rounded your corner, and that is where the dream desists.
You awoke. This time you saw your black and brown mingling. For a moment, you thought your black had betrayed your needs. Then, suddenly, you remembered. You remembered why everything was so familiar. You realized you were in your ditch, and, yes, the sky was yours, too.
You had awakened in your ditch, staring up at your sky. You saw that your brown was trying to take over your body. Before you could fight it off, though, you noticed that your hand was sticky. You looked for something to wipe it on. On other places, too, was this strange glue. How had this happened? You found a small patch of grass. You wiped your hand on your grass. The color of your grass was now displaced from your grass to your hand, which was green, your favorite color. You didn't even recognize yourself anymore. Your brown and green were gaining control of your body. Oh God, what had you done to deserve this? Why have you mutated like this? Your mind became phosphorous as you thought about this. It always had to be this way.
The pain between your ears, which had until now grown in intensity, vanished entirely. Your head felt like it had just been emptied. You couldn't contemplate any human thought. Any attempt made your eyes feel as if they were to rocket outward from your sockets, so you sat in your ditch, mentally non-existent. Hours, days, weeks, months, years, or perhaps several decades passed by without any recollection of anything. After all, what is time when your thought process is suspended?
When the pain between your ears returned more malignant than ever, you discovered that you once again had conscious thought at your disposal. The past was not even a memory. It had never existed. You struggled to get up on your feet, for your muscles were atrophying and your brain was failing to get its signals straight. With tremendous effort, you pulled yourself out of your ditch and left it in tears. You noticed your sky was still pervaded with your black, now dotted with delightful stars of periwinkle, your favorite color. As you plodded across your desolate field, not possibly perceivable when shrouded in your black, you fell several times. Your field reeked of turds. Each time you fell, you again found your way to your feet, all along, through tears, hoping that your existence was not in vain.
You made your way to a gravel road. It looked like it was yours, and it was. Now your brown and green had a new partner. Specifically, it was a deep intestinal vomit of beige, your favorite color. Oh Lord, what are these colors and why are they pitted against you? Why did they have to be yours? As you pondered this, without warning you spewed your beige onto your gravel road. Afterward, your knees buckled and you crumpled over into a puddle of your beige. It tasted very much like orange juice and your turds. Tears streamed down your face as you lay there in horror and disgust. You vomited again, and bubbles of your vomit stung the insides of your nostrils. You struggled to lift your head from your beige. In doing so, you thought you saw, in the distance, a stationary shadow of sorts. What then, now?
You got to your feet again. Your periwinkle had been mocking you before, when you lay in your beige. You could feel the skin of your face being eaten away by your beige, mixed with your tears, like acid put to a rusted piece of metal. In spite of this, you hobbled across your gravel road, inching nearer toward the shadow. Along the way you see the scattered remains of humans, dragged across your gravel road and fed to warthogs. Oh God, if there is a God, you must be on vacation, in which you haven't seen this vulgar display of carnage. Your periwinkle started speaking to you in tongues, politely asking you to give away your soul. The wickedness of your periwinkle had not manifested itself to you like this previously. You quelled your fear for the sense that your periwinkle was observing your soul, scrutinizing it for weaknesses. Your labored hobble hastened to a swift trot. You covered your head and looked to the shadow. If this be hell, then death be not proud.
Shrouded in umbrage you beheld a car. It appeared an old, banged-up jalopy, painted plum, your favorite color. The windows were rolled up; one of them was cracked. You tried to open the doors. The driver side handle had been broken off. All the other doors were locked. You tried to look inside your plum. The key was still in the ignition. There was dried blood on the armrest and an empty bottle of vodka in the back seat. You also saw on the floor inside your plum a banged-up camera. It was too dark to tell, but it appeared to be a Polaroid. Near it were three triangular pieces of glass. They appeared to be shattered remnants of a once greater thing. For a moment you thought you had discovered the lost pieces of Triforce, but just then something distant caught your attention.
Through the leaves you could make out the images of two people walking in the distance. You thought that they might be yours. You left your plum and went to pursue them. As you left your gravel road, you slipped and nearly fell into a ditch, one that was not your own. As you rose, you looked back and saw that your plum and gravel road had vanished. Nothing had taken their place. When you abandoned them, you gave them up. They were not yours anymore. Someone else had claimed them.
Despite your loss, you stood up and attempted to dust yourself off, but you only proceeded to spread your brown, your green, and your beige. They had been spreading and now covered your entire body. You came to the sad realization that your own body was no longer yours. It had been conquered and taken over by your brown, green, and beige. You looked around desperately for something that was still yours. Again, you saw the two people in the distance. They were staring at you. You could see the glint of your periwinkle in their eyes. You could tell that, of course, these two people must be yours. Simultaneously, they ran their sweet tongues over their lips and gestured for you to come to them. You felt that, they being yours, you must go to them.
You walked for hours beneath the canopy of your black, but you didn't even notice this, for you were intent on catching up to your people. The further you went, the more intent you became on doing this. Every now and then your people would turn to you and display their sweet tongues, and this caused you to lose all your faculties. You found your people very seductive.
You continued toward your people who were moving ever away from you. Now it was more of a march, a task you knew you must complete. Above you, your periwinkle, which you knew to be demonic, began quietly chanting in strange tongues. Somewhat to your surprise, your people began to take up this chanting, as well. You could still see the tender glow of your periwinkle in their eyes. You observed that, as the chants of your periwinkle grew in volume, the periwinkle glow in your people's eyes grew in intensity in accordance with the volume of the chant. You walked on.
As you marched on further, you noticed that several other people who were not yours had joined you and your people. All of their eyes glowed brightly with your periwinkle, and all were chanting in unison with your periwinkle. You found their expressionless faces very seductive. Again, you had lost all of your faculties, and without sensation you found yourself listening intently to the chant of your periwinkle. It was in some illogical tongue, yet the more you listened, the more this chant made sense. You could tell by the inflections of the chant that it was something supremely evil, but this only made it more alluring. With a sadistic smile, you began to take up the chant.
At that very moment, you acknowledged to your periwinkle that you had chosen to give your soul to the almighty force of evil. A shiver coursed through your entire body that swiftly and without warning proceeded to claim both your body and your soul. Your smile evaporated and your face became as emotionless as those of the masses. The periwinkle was no longer yours. You belonged to the periwinkle now, and this was the last conscious thought you had before becoming a mindless servant of evil, chanting in tongues you did not understand with a bright periwinkle glow in your eyes.
In time, all of the servants possessed by the periwinkle demon gathered in a large ring in the middle of nowhere, chanting loudly and excitedly this same evil mantra. All stared directly toward the sky, glowing eyes opened wide, running your sweet tongues over your lips, waiting in anticipation as the demonic periwinkle stars began to converge above you. Watching excitedly and expectantly for what was to happen, you and the other servants stripped yourselves of all your clothing and stood completely naked, panting like dogs in heat and confirming your allegiance to the demon with indescribable sodomitic acts. The periwinkle collected itself with a glorious flash above you and the other servants, who immediately dropped to your knees in complete submission to this evil force. The awesome periwinkle glow slowly descended from the sky, engulfing you and the rest of the inevitably hell-bound servants. Hovering only a few feet from the ground within the ring you had formed, the glow began pulsating. All your servants raised your arms to the glow and the chant changed to a whisper that rambled incessantly without break for breath. After all, what need do demons have to breathe?
The pulsating periwinkle glow gradually changed color until it glowed a hellish fiery red. All noise among the servants ceased. You all knelt as stone with heads cocked upward and glowing red eyes opened extremely wide. The coming of the master had occurred. Before you and the other servants stood the lord of darkness himself. The red light that radiated from the evil one had an effect of decaying the skin of your servants, altering it into charred scales that appeared somewhat reptilian. Any inherent good that may have survived in you was now completely obliterated. You were no longer servants possessed by the demon. You now were demons - the army of your evil master. Of course, you now stand poised to run rampant on the entirety of a weak and unsuspecting world, returning it to evil. You have become.