(A/N this one is kinda like an acid trip, sorry :/)

He see's the ad, and opens and goes quite mad. Bright colors and bouncy noises, fun time music and happy voices, a rolling ball and bouncing trees these are the things he see's. The ad goes away and he blinks, not sure what he thinks. Yes or no? He doesn't know where to go.

He puts his phone away, and decides to bed he will stay. Time to eat, then to restless sleep. In the dreams will creep, he can't make a peep. He wakes, and smells the pancakes his wife bakes. He rubs his eyes, and to his surprise, they are gone, his wife asks what is wrong. She looks, and looks, and screams.

The others hear, the true fear. They look inside, their eyes they plied. To see the true horror. "He tore out his eyes!"

But the question He asks" where did the ad go? It was so pretty"

They take him to the doctor, and he makes a medical offer and they take him far away. His wife cries, his mind dies, and he goes to the asylum. Ranting and raving, food he was not craving. Soon he wouldn't move, just into space he staired, to touch him no one dared, he would bite at any assisting hand, and no one in the land.

 Could find a cure for this madness. Eventually he passed away, for his madness was there to stay. But they say, if you go to the old asylum, and play bouncy music, a voice will ask ¨Where did the ad go? It was so pretty...¨