Purple Havoc

Clean white buildings and busy streets. Fancy cars and snobby people in high fashion. If I was asked to describe Snobblyville, this is how.

I think I set a new record for changing clothes. Before I knew it my aunt and I were walking Columbus Circle. If you didn't know it's one of the largest malls in Snobbyville and one of the last places I want to be. You might be asking why we don't just order what we need online? Well, that might have worked during the pandemic, but it won't now.

You see after doctors found out that poor health was one of the leading reasons Covid spread so much, they had to find a way to fix it. With that being said diet and exercise are all well and good but, how are you going to get people to do it. We're Americans after all, we don't do anything we don't want to unless forced.

So, that's what they did. They made it so that you need a special permit to buy something online. You can reserve an item online, but that's it. During the reconstruction of the city, they removed around 60% of the roads, keeping most of the main roads. Adding buildings and green space in their place, with walking and bike paths.

The exercise was the easy part, but then we came to diet. Now if you've ever eaten in America you can describe our food in two words, big and greasy. Our portion sizes are triple the world average and let's be honest if we can deep fry it, we do. Does it taste good? Hell Yeah! Is it healthy? Hell No!

To fix this, stricter food laws were passed. Also, tax exemptions were given to restaurants that switched to a healthier menu and smaller portion size. Were people happy? Nope. Did they have a choice? Nope. Though looking back it was for the best. I mean New York became the healthiest city in the world. Meaning that we got to brag that we're the healthiest city in the world. So, things balanced out.

Now that history class is over let's get back to the present.

My aunt loves coming to Snobbyville. In fact, almost every time she comes home she always talks about how one day she'll move to two of us here. I know she has the best of intense but, I don't see why'd she wants to move here. I know that Undertown isn't the safest place in the world. (I mean earlier in the story I almost got mugged). But at least we're real.

We say what's on our minds, and do things our own way.

Passing by store windows and displays. A group of fashionable women trails behind us, laughing and giggling. It's all harmless till one of them taps my aunt on the shoulder.

"Oh my! I just love your outfit, so rubbish chic. Clearly inspired by anti-fashion." The woman said with a false smile.

My aunt was wearing her work clothes. A button-down shirt and dress pants. All well worn.

My aunt not knowing she was just installed replied, "Thank you. I like your outfit too."

The woman burst into tears from laughing so hard. My aunt was confused. I pulled her out of there to the cloth store, Halo, that we were going to. And then she said to me,

"Wow, those were really nice people."

It's times like this that make me wonder if my aunt is just ignorant by nature or does it on purpose. I wanted to tell her the truth, but I have a feeling that she didn't want to hear it.

Halo despite being a name-brand store is actually affordable. With the produces being durable and comfortable to wear. Though, that's to be expected from a company owned by the greatest genius of the century, beating Walt Goodwin by a country mile, Rosa Parks of Parks international.

Rosa parks is everything Walt Goodwin isn't. She not only created bondarium but found the cure for cancer. Going as far as to open free clinics so that those with cancer could be cured, regardless of their ability to pay. I could go on and on but you get the picture.

Picking out clothes with my aunt is actually fun. Considering she listens to me when I say no. You know the way that the adults in your life are supposed to. I'll be frank with you am as feminine as a two by four. I have no curves and I'm a AAA cup. (For those who don't know what that means, it means I can turn sideways and it's a straight line.) Most clothes found in the woman's section of stories are made to show off a person's natural curves, but I don't have any and don't want any.

Auntie Celty starts picking out clothes in bright colors and has these really cheery patterns. I normally wear darker shades and no patterns. So, why aren't I stopping her? We have a system you see, we both pick out clothes and go through them together. We buy the ones we agree on. After about an hour we come out with six shirts, four pairs of pants, and two jackets.

On our way out of the mall, the ground begins to shake. No one thought anything of it at first, we do live on more fault lines than we'd like to count. It was only when a deafening sound rang out from the sewers that we knew whatever was happening wasn't natural.

One after another manhole covers go flying through the air. Grabbing Aunt Celty we hit the deck right as one flies overhead. Only a few moments from a kill shot. Glass flies everywhere, we get to our feet and make a B line for some cover.

The inhuman screams get louder and louder. People from outside run into the mall to take cover. A skinny man dives behind the counter next to me.

"What the frick is going on?" I ask him in a quiet voice.

"Mo...Mo...Monster!"