As he turned forward to proceed…
Knitting his brows, he smiled...
"The hell is this…"
Before him lay countless staircases, chaotically interweaving through one another—twisting right, left, up, and down, progressing or winding backward.
A dim light illuminated everything faintly.
Everywhere was filled with Inezeyas.
Some were standing, some sitting, some lying down, some sleeping, some walking, and so on. Their chaotic voices echoed dreadfully.
"You fake shit…
No, you shii…
That way!
Bro I never lie, just go that way…
Just let me nap…
…"
When Inezeya looked back, his rear continued in the same way. He remained trapped between the Inezeyas and the staircases. Looking serious, Inezeya put his fingers on his head.
"Hmm… Maybe I should follow the staircase I am on…"
Passing through the Inezeyas, he advanced. Staircases crossed above and beside him. As he proceeded, the staircase he stood on bent to the right and twisted.
Inezeya paused.
Grease dripped from the top left.
When he looked up there...
Grease was oozing from between the buns of a doner kebab. An obese version of him was eating that doner sandwich, mouth wide open, thoroughly enjoying it. He was morbidly obese, with a towel tucked into his collar. His light blue hair was short. The mastication of the food was visible inside his mouth. Grease flowed from his mouth.
"Hnn-om... Schhh-mack... shllluuup... ngyam... (heavy nasal breathing) hhh-rrr... phsss... shlap... fshhkk..."
Tilting his head back, he swallowed with difficulty.
"...Glug…"
As he grabbed another doner sandwich from the tray beside him, he brought it to his mouth...
"Ghomm!... Mmmnggh... schlap… Duuude!... ckletch... Hhhnnngh (deep guttural breath)... sqsh... glp... Take... smack... shlop... the upper stairs..."
Right behind the obese one stood another copy.
He was slicing the kebab meat, rotating horizontally within the machine.
"Shhh-rrrt... Chrrrt... Schrrrp..."
Leaves of meat fell onto a metal tray.
The chef wore a white shirt and apron, black sunglasses and white gloves on his hands. His light blue hair was combed back. His medium-length mustache twirled.
"Son, he's an idiot… Go downstairs."
Inezeya sighed and leaped to the staircase to his left. Grease dripped onto his shoulder. A wet wipe packet was tossed toward his head. The chef smiled and called out.
"Well, I told you to go down!"
Inezeya caught the wipe with two fingers, tore it open, and wiped his shoulder. He smiled.
"Watch closely!"
He stuffed the dirty wipe back into its packet. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the packet flying into a distant trash can.
Shouldering the trash bag from the bin, his binman version raised his thumb for him.
Without turning back, Inezeya raised his right hand and moved comfortably through the crowd on the stairs.
As he advanced, the sound of a shaver emerged through the noise of the crowd.
"Vzzzzzzzz... Hhhjjjjt... Krrrrt... Zzzz-jiiiit..."
Inezeya looked down to his right and kept walking.
In the barber chair sat an Inezeya with a low taper fade and messy curly hair. Various silver rings adorned his fingers, necklaces hung from his neck, and bracelets dangled from his wrists. The cut hair fell either onto the stairs or the barber cape covering him.
"A-YO Homie!!"
He turned his head to the left. His left hand shoved out from under the cape, pointing left.
"Go dis way! Go left."
The barber Inezeya, who had long dreadlocks and tattoos, lifted the shaver and buzzed a zero-guard strip right down the middle of the customers head.
"Nah, dis ROADway."
The customer turned his head to the barber, looking shocked and demoralized.
"AYY You doin' okey?
Inezeya chuckled softly, facepalmed, and continued walking.
From ahead… Shouts were heard...
"LEFTh, RIGHT, LEFTh, RIGHT, LEFTh, RIGHT, LEFTh...!!"
He approached the shouting. On a staircase to his upper right, a scrawny athlete version with a buzz cut was sweating profusely, doing decline sit-ups with his lower back braced against the edge.
To the athlete's lower left, a giant, muscular, bald coach with a massive beard that slightly covered a scar on his chin was shouting while violently swinging a steel pipe up to the left and down to the right. He was missing some teeth and spoke with a lisp.
"RIGHT, LEFTh, RIGHT, LEFTh, RIGHT..."
He grinned...
"RIIIGHT!!"
The coach pulled a switch-up… As the athlete came up, he smashed the pipe onto the athlete's head with all his might. The athlete somersaulted through the air and fell between the stairs.
"IDIOTh! Gather your concentration!"
The coach went down to the athlete.
Watching this from above, Inezeya smiled and moved on without stopping.
After walking through the crowd for a short while, Inezeya contemplated...
"At this rate, I won't reach the exit. Well then… Let's troll these idiots."
Inezeya tapped an Inezeya on the shoulder… They both smiled evilly…
He pointed his finger to the left.
"Take left."
Hearing this, he advised an Inezeya to the right. Inezeya pointed down. Another lay down. The one who sat advised him to go down. However the lying one advised them to go up. All laughed evilly.
"GAHHAHAHA NYAHHAHAHA!!!"
The real Inezeya blended in among them.
As one of them glanced to his right, out of the corner of his eye…
An Inezeya was sitting on a staircase. His left arm rested on his bent left knee.
A snow-white python with brown patterns was coiled around his neck and in his lap. A jet-black raven was perched on his left hand. A hairy black tarantula crawled along the collar of his jacket. A jaguar lay to his right. It rested its head on his lap. Inezeya leaned his back against a massive mountain bear lying down. Sitting at the feet of the bear, a moose with giant antlers rested its head on Inezeya's right shoulder. Its antlers stood clear of his view. Inezeya rested his right foot on a crocodile. He was smiling faintly.
Down the stairs... Countless barrels rolled down. Inside all of them were Inezeyas, enjoying the ride.
"FOLLOW ME!!
DON'T FOLLOW HIM!!
OH YEAH!!
WOOO-HOOO!!..."
Shouts joined the chaos.
On a high staircase stretching from left to right, an Inezeya in a suit held a shower head, spraying water onto his head. The shower hose snaked through the stairs.
"A smell of that chocolate was purple… I wanna grow as a tree…"
He held the shower head against his face.
"Blubblubblubblub?"
A feast of fireworks rained from between the stairs.
Then...
Flying over them, smashing through the stairs it hit…
A colossal battleship passed by...
"VMMMMMMMMMMM"
Wounded Inezeyas and crushed body parts rained down…
A heavy rain of blood followed…
Shouts and screams rose up…
Countless hatches opened beneath the battleship…
Missiles rained down…
Everywhere was bombed…
"FWHEEEEEEEEE... KA-THOOM! KA-BLAM! KRA-KOOOOM! BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! hiss... crackle…"