Experiencing Realities

(Please note this is my first story - please feel free to comment and offer contributions!)

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"So what will it be?" asks the Blob.

You still weren't thinking straight. You - John Doe - who was almost hit by that truck a few moments ago and now is being offered something by this Blob thing that apparently saved you.

"I'm sorry - what happened again?" you inquire.

"Ugh, humans..." the Blob says in mild disgust. "Such stupid beings. Can't even keep a single thought in your head for more than a moment. Okay, I will go through this one more time. But if you don't get it through your squishy brain this time, I swear I will just put you back in the path of that truck!"

The Blob is obviously very annoyed, although impossible to tell by looking at it. It's literally just a blob of...well...something blobbly and glowing. Not sure what. Has no face, one arm and hand with three fingers, and no legs. It's hovering about a foot above the ground - here in this alley, where it had zapped you away from the oncoming truck.

You calm your breathing a bit - trying your best to focus on the current situation. "Sorry...I'm listening," you say, "Mr. Blob."

"My name is not Mr. Blob," says the Blob. "It's...well...it's unpronounceable to humans, so call me Carl."

"Carl?" you say questioningly, without actually meaning to do so. "I mean okay, Carl."

The Blob...~ ahem ~...Carl, outlines the details again.

"I am from a race of beings, known as the Voorkaans, that live in the void between alternate realities. From time to time, we are given the opportunity to leave our realm and enter one of the many, almost infinite, realities that exist. We do so to learn and experience from other beings, and occasionally influence certain events for our entertainment. Ha ha ha..."

Carl stops for a moment. You can't help but think that perhaps it (or is it he?) is reminiscing about an event it previously influenced, but there's no way to tell.

"Anyway, I'm here in your universe doing a little sightseeing, and there you are - about to get hit by that truck. Normally, I wouldn't get involved, but when you looked away from the truck right before it was about to hit you - you saw me! No one ever sees one of us - we make sure of it. But circumstances of your reality somehow made it possible in that moment. So, I figure, maybe you're worth taking an interest in."

Carl lets that information worm its way into your brain for a moment.

"So, here's the deal, dumb human. I'm not here for very long, but beings like me are powerful - really powerful - when it comes to influencing realities. And I only get to visit your reality once every 172 of your Earth years. So, by saving you and giving you a little bit of my influence before I leave, it should make things interesting and entertaining for you and for me - while giving my colleagues, whom I hate, a lot of grief."

Carl's one hand makes a sort of fist and he shakes it in the air - apparently in frustration at his colleagues.

"So, here's my offer...I'm going to give you the ability to jump realities and have a glimpse at what your life would be like with almost any woman you want for 48 hours at a time. After which, you can choose to make your life in that reality permanent or return to your original reality. And you can do that as often as you please. Sounds fun, right? Anyway, my time here is almost up, so I'll give you the fine print to read over if you choose to take my deal. Want it? If not, I'll just put you back in front of that truck..."

You don't even need to think twice on that - do you?

"Deal!" you say.

And with that, some sort of vortex appears, pulling Carl into it with a disgustingly mucousy sucking sound. He vanishes, replaced by a damp piece of paper that floats gently to the ground.

You pick up the piece of paper - yeah, it's pretty damp. Is that blob goo on it? Yuck.

You read the entirety of it (Voorkaan Power Instructions). Mostly it makes sense - guess the only thing to do now is try it.