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 The Glasses by TheRealWilliam2

(I wrote this a long time ago so it isn't the best thing ever. It was a cool idea though, I'm thinking of remastering this idea now that I'm older and lengthening it.)

I needed new glasses. I had been doing worse and worse throughout my streaming career the past month and eventually realized my glasses were as worn out as a 15-year-old rope. I was tired but decided to go get the glasses now anyway.

I was on my way to the usual eye store when I noticed a new one along the way. It was smaller but with far better prices. I debated going in with myself, wondering about the quality of the products inside before finally entering the building.

“Morning sir,” I greeted the old man inside. “Are you the owner?”

 “Yes,” he responded. “How can I help you?” 

“Well, I’m in the market for new glasses, and I saw the sign outside, and thought I would check the place out.”

“But of course,” the old man said. “Come, right this way.”

 He led me into a smaller room in the back of the store. I began to look around, searching for the strength I needed, but could not find anything. Slightly annoyed I was just about to leave when the old man came back in.

 “Found anything yet?” he asked casually.

 “No,” I told him, “I can’t find anything my size and strength.” 

“Well, why don’t you tell me what you have, and I’ll see if I have it.” 

I told him what I needed, and the man checked the wall himself. I was just about to leave, seeing as he wasn’t finding anything, when he called out: 

“Wait! Don’t go! I just remembered!” And with that, he took out an old key from his pocket and opened the door to a room so tiny, it was basically a closet. He beckoned me to come, and while still skeptical, I followed him in. Inside, he held a pair of glasses that were exactly my size and strength. I noticed that while the shelf they had come from was rotting, dusty, and dead, the glasses seemed brand new. They were round, with average rims. And best of all, he told me he would give me the glasses plus warranty for only $10. A steal. Of course, I quickly accepted and paid the money. He smiled warmly, and as I left, he called out: 

“Enjoy!”

 If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn I heard a strange chuckle echoing behind me. 

I was still tired, but now I would be able to see, which meant I could start another stream, one that hopefully, would go far better than the last one. I didn’t put them on immediately. This I still cannot explain. Yet somehow, there was something about the glasses that made me feel nervous. It was a feeling I had never felt before in my 21 years of life, and one I still have never again felt to this day. Nonetheless, I took a deep breath and put them on.

The first feeling I got was immediately that I was no longer tired! I felt free, alive! I got on my favorite games and loaded in, before soon realizing that the energy didn’t stop there. I was destroying people! All of a sudden, everyone, no, everything, felt so weak and powerless that I barely had to lift a finger to destroy it. I switched games, but nothing threw me off. I plowed through the stream, keeping up incredibly clever commentary the entire time. By the time the stream ended, I had earned nearly 120,000 new followers and almost 2 million people were watching as I shut down the stream. It was an incredible feeling, and I couldn’t have been more happy. 

Somehow though… The glasses continued to trouble me. Even with them on. Feeling nervous all of a sudden, I took them off.

Instantly I was incredibly tired. Worse, I felt… that feeling again. I felt… guilty. And yet, the glasses somehow looked more appealing than before despite this. Why was this the case? The way I felt right then had to be the worst feeling a person could ever have. The only escape was to put them on again. Terrified of the awful feelings, I put them on again, and all of a sudden, the calm resumed.

I couldn't take them off now. I hated the feeling of weakness whenever I did, the guilt, the anger, and worse, the strange sense of satisfaction that brought both these feelings together. This anger gave me fits of rage when I had them on. It turned out, they had advantages in real life as well, and I began abusing those advantages as much as I could. Every girl wanted to talk to me, even the great-looking ones. I found myself much better at getting what I wanted from people and manipulating them. There was an odd sense of strength that I felt wherever I went, I could tell that somehow, I had an edge over everyone else.

In real life, I was all smiles to everyone I met down the street. The shopkeeper passed me every now and then and looked very happy for me. But once, when I tried going outside without them, his face didn't seem so happy anymore. It was dark and angry. But it didn't make me scared. There must have been something else that lured me into this odd set of glasses. But even with them on, the guilt was never completely absent. Eventually, even with the glasses on and the strange power they gave me, I was always feeling awful. They have become a part of me. And even through all the guilt, I love the other feelings they give me.

The glasses are...amazing.

What am I allowed to write?

Though I'm sure Will is going to win.