Nikki Cummings

The Clappening Nikki Cummings

The Universe contains many mysteries and many cheeks. Many cheeks have yet to be discovered and have never been clapped. They never saw it coming, like the knights of a castle siege they took their aim, and with valiant efforts they fought. It was September 20th, 2019, on the day the plan was called into action. Everyone had gathered and began walking, starting their trek through the hot sands towards Area 51. Groups of people coupled together, each one with their own strengths and weaknesses. "This is bullshit, how much farther do we have to go?" asked one of the Kyles as he took a sip of his Monster energy drink. "Stop complaining Kyle!" said another of the Kyles, rolling his eyes and crunching his empty can of sugar filled energy within his hand, as if to display his strength and legendarily short fuse. One of the Karen's sighed with passive aggressive frustration, flaring her nostrils and upturning her nose as she walked towards the base with her like kind. She, like many of the other Karens, had been prepping for this for weeks, roughly as long as she had researched vaccinations before deciding that they were dangerous. Step by step the various groups continued to walk. In front were the Rock Throwers, armed at the ready with rocks and stones, their pockets filled to the brim. From the backside of Area 51 a group of normies made their way as well. Neither Karens nor Kyles, but instead a group of average men and women who too had taken it upon themselves to complete this brave task, many of them in the hopes of finding and rescuing an alien to call their very own. "As soon as I get inside, I'm finding a martian and taking it straight to a broom closet; I'm not risking it escaping on the way home," said one of the men, nodding to a group of friends as he made his way with the group.