Cluck! Who's there!

 I did not expect to confront the collapse of reality between a dusty SUV and a leaking pipe on Basement Level 4, but there it was. As I was trying to leave office for some work outside, it appeared in front of me. A semi-adult chicken. Not cooked, not refrigerated, not even a bit confused. Just… standing there.

Existing. Mocking me.

Alright, let’s be clear: chickens do not just happen in underground parking. This isn’t some casual “oops, I took the wrong turn at the signal” situation. No. This has layers. Dark, feathery layers.

Theory one: it infiltrated via a supply truck. Classic smuggling operation. You think those crates are full of vegetables? Please...! That’s exactly what Big Poultry wants you to believe. Wake up. This bird did not hitch a ride. It was deployed.

Theory two: it escaped from a nearby apartment. Which raises uncomfortable questions about your neighbors. Who keeps a semi-adult chicken indoors? And more importantly… what was it planning to grow into? You don’t just “misplace” a chicken unless something deeply experimental is happening behind closed doors.

Theory three: and stay with me.....

It Was Always There.

Basement Level 4 is simply where it chose to reveal itself. A glitch in the matrix. A feathered omen. Maybe you were not supposed to see it. Maybe none of us are.

The chicken itself? Disturbingly calm. No panic. No clucking. Just a quiet, almost sinister stillness. Like it knows something. Like it has seen things. Like it is waiting. For what? Hard to say. Possibly for us to realize we have all accepted this situation way too quickly.

I stood there, drumming my steering wheel, while the chicken looked sideways at me with a its mouth half open in a beaky smirk. At one point, it pecked the ground..at nothing. Or perhaps… at something we cannot perceive.

Eventually, I left. Not because I understood, but because I didn’t want to.

If tomorrow you hear about a “minor incident” in Basement Level 4… just know: it wasn’t minor. And it definitely wasn’t the chicken’s first day.