Another week of Unfinished Stories and this trippy first part is created by 
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The bedroom was a sealed Fort Knox. An old black fan stood in a corner: the last bulwark of defence against the terrible heat of that day of August. The heat from its engine was exceeding by far the supposed cool that it should have been producing from the movement of the scorching air.
"... I’m going down to the store to help mum."
"Recently, the young dandy is getting his ass busy."
"You could do something too, every now and then," Santiago thought, managing to keep his mouth with a bridle at the very last moment.
"There is an article on the International on how bad news are preferred to positive ones and their effects on society," he chose instead to answer.
But the 15:00 news were now efficiently irrigating the paternal synapses and absorbing his whole focus.
"After 3 months from their first appearance, the research on cumuloids continues by the international expert pool led by Dr. Venters. All the analyses confirm that their molecular composition is not different from that of any other type of cloud: minute particles of condensed water and / or ice crystals. In the meantime, yesterday, the United Nations Security Council unanimously approved the resolution requesting the member states of... "
"Chemtrails were not enough, eh Tiago?"
"I do not know, I try not to look at them. Those faces in the sky might also be harmless but they frighten me," Santiago cut short.
The quasi-dialogue would have certainly not produced anything positive in its prolonging, thought the twelve year old son. On board of his Zanella Motoneta, Santiago darted away from home, heading for the beach.
Down there, among the umbrellas reserved for the guests of the Los Reyes hotel, there were Vicky's deep black eyes waiting for him. Maybe today they could have been alone, maybe there between the waves or under the umbrella, he would have finally told her words that, for long days, had been banging in his head like the ocean’s backwash.
He still thought of those enigmatic clouds, the cumuloids, whose immense faces had formed and flaked in the skies for months now. With no exception, their eyes were covered and they displayed a subtle smile, similar to that of those Greek statues he saw in one of the rare occasions he opened his school books.
"What an idiot." Two rosy dawns light up on Vicky's cheeks to contradict the apparently cynical exclamation.
In front of her, two hearts drawn with a wooden stick on the sand of the shore with their initials inside. Tiago floundering.
A sharp cry pierces the silence. Dazed looks of the two twelve-year-olds jumping first on Vicky's younger sister, then, through the kid’s expression of terror, bouncing on the celestial vault behind them.
A cumuloid, alone, stands out clearly in a fake turquoise sky like the wing of a theatre stage. There is no trace of a kouros smile on the gargantuan cloud, which now seems about to drift on the sea shore. The ivory jaws widens deformed, vomiting a myriad of other faces. Distorted mutations depart ferociously from the obscene atmospheric funnel just to pierce back the smooth nimbus’ face, devouring its ephemeral flesh.
Time slows down around Tiago and Vicky, holding hands together without even realizing it.
This is my 2nd part! I hope you enjoy it!
Unmarked black vans started stopping before the hotel with men wearing hazmat suits piling out like a bunch of clowns out of clown car.
Their yellow colored suits making them look like giant bananas walking on two legs.
Santiago started to laugh at the such a funny moment, a sharp contrast to the terror he was feeling earlier when he saw the cloud eating itself in a never- ending process of feeding and regenerating.
He could feel his mouth drying and his tongue numbing as the banana men took Vicky and had her board one of those vans. He could only watch as his limbs were not moving even as he willed it to go to her.
He heard one of the banana men say it was an airborne toxin that was released by the terror organization of Charlotte Linlin otherwise known as Big Mom.
He remembers the news earlier that although the clouds were made of the same stuff as other clouds it was seeded with toxins that would float by and release its gas as it passed by cities and brought destruction. The UN was considering declaring the Big Mom pirates enemy of the world and was seeking for any information to capture them.
Funny how a cloud could be weaponized like that and how little military might can do after it is deployed.
Santiago heard the banana men that they will be quarantined and their blood extracted so they can find a cure to the toxin. Imagine that a small sized town to be quarantined and isolated. He heard a man in military overalls that all media needs to be kept out and have an information black out. No one is to get out.
Experimented on like lab rats and to disappear from the world. Santiago in his befuddled mind starts to think who really is the enemy of the world, the pirates or the banana men.
Santiago stared out the window of the van and still see the cloud deform and reform itself, the land around him changes as inanimate objects start to bear all too human faces that grinned at him with a maniacal smile as if they are privy to a joke that he is on.
His lips were cracking up as if the very moisture in his body was drying up. He asked one of the banana men for a sip of water.
"Patient is entering second stage now, in a few more minutes he would be dead, we need to get back to the base and extract the live pathogens in his blood before it destroys itself." one of banana men who looked like he had fish lips "this the closest we have been with a live specimen. I will not let the lives of my men who got the info on the next attack be wasted!"
"Great, Bananafish here thinks I am a lab rat." Santiago said to himself as the man's face starts to turn into a trout.
When I saw the story one of the images that struck me was the image of the smiling cloud and I was suddenly remembering this cloud creature from the anime One Piece in particular was the Big Mom arc of the story.
However the idea of it eating itself made me remember this image of a face constantly eating its face and respawning and eating it again in a non-ending pattern that was both making you feel disgusted but also intrigued, This half remembered memory was either from an MTV logo, a music video I saw, or one of those strange Nickelodeon shorts that I saw as a kid.
It rather infuriates me that I can't remember it fully nor can see anything searching Google. If you happen to remember seeing that as well drop me a line and together let us piece this fragmented memory of mine.