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DECEMBER 2ND Denver, Colorado 7:15PM

It’s been two months since the factory. Mike Teavee doesn’t talk about it.

No one really believes what happened anyway — just that he “went missing for a few days” and came back… different. Smaller, thinner, quieter. His eyes don’t focus the same way; they dart between light and shadow like he’s still looking for something that isn’t there.

He doesn’t touch the TV anymore. The once constant hum in his room is gone, replaced by the soft ticking of a clock he never noticed before. Sometimes, when he lies awake, he thinks he can still feel that beam of light searing through him — like the factory burned something out of him, or maybe revealed what was already empty.

At school, things haven’t changed much. The bullies still whisper. The teachers still frown. But he doesn’t fight back. He just sits near the window now, pencil in hand, sketching patterns — endless, looping circuits that lead nowhere.

His mom tries to talk to him sometimes. She brings hot chocolate, sits by the door, waiting for him to say something — anything. He wants to tell her about the moment he saw himself in the glass — not his reflection, but the static version of himself. He wants to tell her how it felt to disappear, and how safe it almost was. But the words stick in his throat.

Instead, he just mutters, “I’m fine.”

9:38 PM One night, though, he turns the TV back on. Not to play. Not to escape. Just to listen.

The static hums softly, filling the room like a ghost of who he used to be. And for the first time, it doesn’t scare him. He sits cross-legged on the floor, watching the snow of the empty channel flicker, and whispers under his breath, “Guess I’m still here.”

It’s quiet. Sad. But it’s something.