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// Packages and chocolate milk. 
// Story: P.A.R.T. 
// by Angels 
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As he pedaled through the city, Patrick inhaled deeply. The smell of people, mixed with salty air filled his nostrils. He put his head down and powered on.

He arrived at work a few minutes early. As he walked in the front doors, the desk lady looked up and smiled. Patrick couldn't rember her name...Shelby? Shannon?...Shelia!

"Hey Pat. How's it going?"

"Hey. I'm good. Ready for the day."

"Alright! Head on back. We have a pretty big pile today!"

* * *

Patrick wasn't expecting a package today. He rarely ever got mail, let alone a package. But the last delivery was marked To Patrick Joshua. There was no return address, just a sticker with FS on it. As he made it back to his apartment, he made his usual stop for coffee. Some people thought it weird that he drank coffee AFTER work, but he always did. Plus, his only steady friend worked there. Andy had worked at that store since before they met, over 9 years ago. They always had a chat while Patrick drank his coffee.

"So Pat! The weirdest thing happened today! A little girl and her mother came in today, and the little girl asked for a chocolate milk. I went to fill up a cup, but every time I filled it up, it was empty! I watched the stuff pour right in, and then it was just gone! The weirdest shit I've ever seen!" 

Patrick pondered this for a moment, sipping his drink. "You sure you weren't high?" Andy  gave him a look.

"One time...jeez...but anyway! I even called Martha over to look, and she saw it too!"

Patrick just shook his head. "I have no idea."

* * *

He decided to have dinner on the rooftop. He did this sometimes, and when it wasn't raining (not often). Gary came up with him, enjoying the view. 

Finishing his spaghetti, Pat looked out over the city. The sun was setting. 

He looked to the brown package. Something about it made him uneasy. He weighed it in his hands. Pretty light for its size. As he was about to open it however, the sound of a really big zipper tore through the night. Patrick looked up. 

What looked like a hole had been torn in the air. And what climbed out of that hole made absolutely no sense at all.