Out of this World

He felt like he just grew his wings. Wings of peace and liberty.

No longer was he trapped inside that prison, that madhouse full of other people that were mad or worse. The one that had the word 'hospital' written on it.

Yet here he was, chased by those who threw him into the madhouse in the first place.

I need to get away, he thought running through a field. As far as possible. He zig zagged through the corners of the snakes in front of him, their heads popping out from the ground,

The ground felt like it was rising each time his foot stepped onto the ground. Felt like he was in the up and down parts of a roller coasting, constantly going up and down on the ground, running. The ground soon became flat once more as he stopped to take a breath.

He felt the ground plunging him up north. As he was airborne, he looked down to see that there was a spring out of the ground, the one that got to where he is right this instant. Though the force of the wind was streaming down his face and body, he felt like was a feather by the time he was meters away from the ground, landing gracefull on his feet.

He stopped again, hearing a voice. "Tsk." it started.

The Patient froze in place as if he was turned to stone. In front of him was a wide figure, a figure whose shape was a perfect sphere, coated in white, all wall having yellow like stains on his body. The sphere was floating above him, brandished with a wide midnight black hat and a smile as wide as the ocean itself.

The Patient opened his mouth, "W-Who are you?"

"The sphere smiled. The Patient felt a surge of fear going up his spine as the spheres' eyes were covered with a droopy mask.

"Oh you can see me?" the sphere first spoke. "To think I've been watching the humans for these last few months, but you're the first one to notice me!"

"You've been watching us..?" the patient asked, taking a step back. "Who are you? What are you even?"

The sphere chuckled. "Hubert Henry Sphere. But you can call me Hardy. You're an outrageous man are you?" The patient looked at him in fear, taking a few more steps back. "You think I didn't notice what were you doing just now, or the fact that you were previously screaming ever since you got out of the madhouse?"

"Are you part of the planet Saturn?" the patient exclaimed, seeing the yellow ring around Hardy's upper face.

"Hue." Hardy cried out. "Of course I'm not. I am however, out of this world"

The patient kept looking at the sphere, and his vision was wobbling about. His eyes shifted at the growling wolves running towards his direction.

"I wonder what you're going to do next?" Hardy asked as police officers came towards the patient. "Welp, too late."

The patient struggle in between the cops' hands which were grasping him. They took him away from Hardy's view. "Can't you see him? That sphere thing!"

"I don't see anything." the first cop said. His fellow officer soon followed. "Don't bother talking to crazies like this. We gotta get him back to the RBP Hospital."

"Hardy!" the patient said towards the sphere. "Hardy!"

Hardy the Sphere looked at the patient, screaming at the top of his lungs as he was carried away back to the madhouse known as RBP. The sphere pulled out a great cough from his own respiratory system.

"I guess it's time for me to go home." Hardy said as he turned toward the skies, on his way to burst through Earth's atmosphere. "My work here is done."