“Harvey, how could you possibly trust the words of this charlatan narrator? Don’t be so blind! She’s selling you on a complete falsehood! Don’t fall for her sweet talking!”
Harvey wasn’t sure what to think anymore. This was exactly what he’d feared – that Bucket and the narrator would pull him in two different directions until eventually he was ripped apart. The indecision made his head ache. For just a moment, he placed Bucket down on a nearby table, needing to rub his temples. He had to think straight, only for a moment. Then he would be able to make a decision.
He wanted nothing more than to learn the craft of an expert video editor at an agency for internet marketing. Video production was his one true passion, wasn’t it?
But then again… maybe Bucket was right? Maybe he was just being manipulated by the evil narrator who had created him purely for her own entertainment? What kind of person did that? Surely only a genuine psychopath could create a person and treat them like nothing more than a puppet. What if the promises of working for a video production company in the Melbourne area were nothing but lies to lure him into submission – into giving up his bucket?
What if Harvey didn’t even want to be a video editor? Not really, anyway. If the narrator had given him this idea of having a rivalry with house builders on the Mornington Peninsula, then couldn’t she also make him think he wanted a career with an animation and video company?
Oh, it was all so confusing! He wasn’t sure what to believe anymore or who to trust! Perhaps the easiest option was just to run out onto the street and let a bus strike him down, ending it already. No more deception, no more being pulled between his friend and his creator.
And with that thought, Harvey knew what he had to do. Considering the end, deeply and truly, helped him realise what was actually important to him. Having gained such clarity, Harvey decided it was time to end this.