This is one of my favorite entries for this series, and it inspired both of my own entries (Mr. Mad and an upcoming entry). Bravo, and upvoted.
There is definitely something very wrong with this Mister and I love it.
if your reading this your gay
I'm loving the varied tones/motivations of the various Misters. Mr. Redd is going to have one hell of a strange encounter when they all catch up to him.
Possibly one of the most disturbing things about Mr. Stripes is the way he subtly contradicts himself—he keeps jumping between the past and present tense when describing himself. Makes me wonder if he's just deranged or there's actually something to it.
Only just now reading this one… And why am I envisioning a potentially-gigantic Mister Salad Fingers? (That's not helping the already creepy vibe of the narrative)
Either I'm dense or I'm reading too much into one line.
"I rather distantly note how the branches died where I squeezed them, but I was used to that."
I'm getting a distinct 'whatever my fingers touch, die" feel from that. Anyone else?
I'm getting a distinct 'whatever my fingers touch, die" feel from that. Anyone else?
Maybe. Or maybe just the things he squeezes?
Whatever you do, don't let him give you a hug.