As Ms. Olive stared at the nicely dressed, nothing she wasn't quite sure what she was looking at. It looked like a meeting of different invisible individuals all wearing visible clothes. She walked over to approach one and the one that called to her shook her hand with it's wristwatch and sleeve, saying "How do you do?"
Olive almost jumped back in fright, catching herself on the arms of some floating pearls and another childlike sleeve that caught her. They helped her up, full wardrobes walking about. A quick wave through them revealed their was no unseeable suitor inside. She could even life one up away from the rest of itself, being a plump skirt. It giggled, and she nervously put it back.
"Where am I?" Ms. Olive asked.
The gentlemenly suit folded it's business pants across it's lap and put it's hands down in a distinguished manner. "You are in the otherworld, Ms. Oliver. Here all forms and functions, perfect and ideal come into existence at the apex of mankind's collective subconscious, and than once we come to exist, we try to help serve the purpose that humanity has granted us the best we can."
Ms. Olive only stared onwards, blinking like she'd just been told a crock of gibberish.
"You can think of it like Plato's world of forms, if you will. Or perhaps Carl Jung's theory of archetypes if that helps you to comprehend." It told her.
Ms. Olive thought for a second, she'd heard vague things about those, perfect "ideals" that represented the very manifestation of perfection and were the raw essence of a concept or object herself, but she'd never guess that it truly exist. Nor that actual Ideals themselves would be physical and speaking to her right now in front of her.
"You see standing before us is none other than the Ideal form of "Ms. Olive" and well, we can save the mechanics and details later. For now you must know that we need your help." It informed her, tapping it's watch.
"You need my help? What can I do?" She asked.
"One of our you see, has gone rogue. They've become unsatisfied with merely serving their purpose and are out in the tangible physical world, your world trying to wreck havoc and make themselves the only possible "ideal' that humanity needs and acknowledges. This will of course erase and destroy the rest of us when we're forgotten, but I fear more for humanities own sake once it finishes with them, and cements itself into every single mind and soul as it's only absolute. You must help us control and defeat it, so it can be brought down a peg brought to it's proper limitations. Can you do that, Ms. Olive?"
The business suit sipped a cup of coffee and awaited the terrified and confused Teacher's answer. It's next act would defend on her lone volition.
