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The manor was constantly full of rows among rows of people constantly enraptured by their indulgence. Their bodies constantly crashing into each other in a revery. The smell of morning rain fills the rooms as the tables were lined with what seemed to be an endless amount of dishes. The sound of mindless laughter and music fill the room as many move in a drunken akrasia. This manor is where people find peace among a time of constant misfortune. The utter lack of self control is what he craves most.
Trump looks down at the crowd in satisfaction. As he observes the area, he notices a man standing near the door staring directly at him. Trump squints as he heads down the stairs. Everyone else is too busy to an acknowledge him, so what makes this mysterious toad-like man so different? "Are you enjoying yourself?". This seems to snap the man out of this trance as he blinks repeatedly and stares at Trump in confusion. "Oh, yeah. Yeah..this is a nice place".
"What's your name?" Trump asks as he grinned at the man "Oh shit, how rude of me. My name is Elon Musk. I take it you're Mr. Trump?" Elon states awkwardly as he finds himself messing with his tie. "Why are you just standing around? There's plenty of things to do here. Surely you'll find some amusement here." Trumps grin drops for a split second before looking around the manor. A part of Elon was thankful for this, the man's piercing gaze was beginning to make him anxious. "I'm just a bit shocked. This is my first time attending a party that is this..grand. I do wonder, why do you do this?" Trumps grin had vanished completely as he seems to be in shock by the question. "Well, I believe that the people deserve to enjoy themselves, especially in such troubling times. I'd like to believe in kinda giving back to the community." Trump asserted before a man walked up to them. He whispered something in Trumps ear before departing "I'd love to chat more but I have something important to tend to. Try not to stand here the entire time, okay?" Trump jokes as he heads back up the stairs into another room.
Elon goes back to looking around at the scene unfolding. In a way, it made him sick. He couldn't put his finger on why the actions of these people disturbed him, but he soon left before he'd question himself further. "Hey you" Elon quickly turns in the direction of the voice. It was the man from earlier. "Between you and me.." the man walks towards him and places a hand on his shoulder "I wouldn't get so close with Trump if I were you. You don't know why he's actually doing this." The man takes his hat off and nods "take care of yourself." He walks back in the building as Elon ponders on what the man says. As he heads back home, he remembers Trump's odd attire. His suit was composed of over a dozen different flowers along his collar and stuck out of his pockets. It didn't look terrible, but it did seem like a weird fashion statement. He finally heads home and changes out of his clothes as he quickly falls asleep.
'Elon found himself back in the manor. Only this time, he was sitting at the table. The once fresh food was reduced to rotting masses that seemed to have plenty of insects and maggots shifting beneath the surface. They constantly shifted and bulged out of the surface layer, making it appear as if the mass itself is being modified. Bees swarm around someone that sits at the end of table. It appeared to be Trump, but his once smooth skin (what a joke) was covered in blisters that oozed with an icky liquid."Prepare" Trump says with a blank expression on his face. They maintain eye contact as the bees crawl along Trump's body. A vine wraps itself around Trump's ankles as hes begins to cough up blood. The blood looked more like jam, it had chunks of flower petals within it as Trump hunches over the table.'
'HONK HONK'. Elon is suddenly awakened by the sound of someone outside of his home. "I never gave anyone my address.." he rubs his eyes as he gets up and stretches. He looks out of the window only to see Trump staring up at the window from his car. Elon doesn't bother to get changed as he heads downstairs and walks towards the car. "How did you find my address??" He yawns as Trump steps out of the car and smiles at him. What he had on also had a multitude of flowers stuffed in the pockets, but Elon was too tired to question it. "Wellll..I have my ways. Besides, you dont live too far from me. You're not hard to find." Trump pats his back "how'd you like to talk one on one? I'm VERY fascinated about your problem" Trump proclaimed with glee as Elon grimaced at the implication "I dont know what you're talking abou-" "don't worry Mr. Musk! We'll have plenty of time to discuss this over lunch. Get yourself cleaned up, I'll pick you up at 11" he gushed as he went back to his car "see you later!" He speeds off, hitting multiple obstacles along the way.
Elon contemplated on whether he should go or stay before eventually giving in. Not like he had anything else better to do that day. He gets dressed and sits on the porch for a while, constantly glancing at his watch. He found himself growing more and more nervous about the interaction, especially when he thought about the dream he had last night. "Helloooooo Elon..!" Elon jolts up as he looks up at Trump. He blurts out "yup, I'm ready. Let's go" before quickly fixing his suit. "is something wrong? Why are you so sweaty?" Trump asked before they both walked towards the car "no worry, we can talk about what plagues your mind when we get there.". Through the duration of the car drive, Elon couldn't help but notice the change in Trumps character throughout the past..not even 24 hours. He seemed more excited about something, which didnt help settle Elons anxiety.
"Welp" Trump and Elon find themselves within a lavender field. Trump lays down a large blanket and places a basket in the middle. "A picnic?" Elon jived "we could've just went to a restaurant or something." Trump snickered as he sat down and patted the spot next to him "hmm, I could've. It's more private here though. I'm not a big fan of crowded spaces". Elon sits down as he asks "but you throw such large parties. If you're not a fan of it, why do you throw such big events consistently?" Trump chose to prevaricate and instead responded with "Yknow I dont typically come out on sunny days like this. Not a big fan of the heat, that's why I keep my place cold. Enough about me though, you must be starving. Here, I brought a variety of different thin-" Trump was cut off by Elon getting closer to him.
"Why did you just avoid my question? More importantly...what is that smell?" Elon cringed as a strong smell of what seemed to be garbage filled his nose. Trump stares at him with concern as he opens the basket and takes out a variety of different fruits and pastries. Elon glanced down at them as Trump ignores his question again "enough about me..this is about YOU!..yeah, you're kinda the one with the problem. That's why we're here right?" Trump urged as he holds out a slice of apple pie "take a slice". Elons eyes drifted down to the bees that seemed to circle around Trump before placing the dish on his lap. He decides to direct him back to the questions "see, you're avoiding my questions again. Whatever..what is this problem that you speak of anyways?". Trump looks at Elon with condescension "you're not normal. I'm offering so much to you and you're not taking any of it. Anyone in your shoes right now would've indulged without a second thought. In fact, EVERYONE else I've met has. I'm giving you the chance to let go; to give into your desires. Your plate will never be empty if you just let me in." He babbled as he insisted that Elon ate what he was offering. "No..no this is too strange." Elon placed the plate on the ground and looked back up at Trump. Once again, Trumps smile quickly faded. The smell had gotten much stronger. Even if Elon did want to eat, he wasn't too sure if he'd be able to handle it in combination with the stench. "I'll give in if you answer my questions. No, actually answer this. What are you?" Trump freezes in horror as he stammered "what an absurd idea! I'm human just like you are. If anything I should be asking YOU that! Yeah, you seem to never go hungry, you're definitely not human if you're just throwing out questions like that!" He pins Elon to the ground as he grabs a handful of the pie " why are you so damn STUBBORN?!?!? TAKE. A. SLICE!!!!!"
Trump snapped as he tried forcing the pie in Elons mouth, but Elon pushed him off and backs away from the blanket. "The hell is your problem??" Elon cursed as he brushes himself off. In a matter of seconds, Trumps mood seemed to shift. "Elon..I just want to please you. You obviously have major trust issues. Let me in, please" Trump begged. "You're not human, are you?" Elon stated. Trump hold both of his hands up and smiles. "Well..since this interaction obviously isn't gonna last long, I guess I sould cut this short."
He stands up as the bees that clung to his suit became more alarming. As the sun hit his face, The emptiness within Trumps eyes were more noticeable. At this point, the smell was beginning to make Elon dizzy. "I am hungry. But my hunger cant be satisfied by eating. No, you wouldn't understand it. No matter how many people I seem to feed off of I remain the same. My mouth is full and yet I'm still starving". His smile gets wider as he stretches "I almost envy you. Your hunger can be quenched by something. I hunt without reason and consume without motive. Let alone satisfaction. I know that I'll never be full..but I just can't help myself. There's no point in doing this when I look back on it." He suddenly clings onto Elon, causing Elon to struggle under his grip. "Take a slice..? No..No..it's too late for you. Now, we have more in common. You'll see things my way"
The bees cover Trump's body completely at this point, causing Trump to release his grip. Elon quickly runs to the car and drives back to the house. As he finally parks in the driveway, he sits in silence momentarily. "This isn't even my fucking car dude." He lays in his seat as he fidgets with his sleeves. As he wipes the sweat off of his forehead, he suddenly feels a strong pinch in his forearm. He rolls his sleeve up to find a gnarly looking bump "was I stung? Fuck my life. Ugh"
Elon gets out of his car and walks into the house. As the hours go by, he feels something building up within his throat. "Achoo!-" he covers his nose and looks down at his arm. He questions the sudden appearance of flower petals before getting up and grabbing a tissue. More and more petals come out of his nose and the sneezes became more persistent. He then recalls what Trump had said to him earlier that day. "It's too late for you. Now, we have more things in common. You'll see things my way". What exactly did he mean by that?