This choice: you break free but the bus runs you over flattening you as it leaves. • Go Back...Chapter #4you break free but the bus runs you over flatte... by: Kentwolf   Seeing the bus slowing down for your stop you stopped struggling, the little girl instinctively relaxing her grip on you for a moment and that was all you needed. Quickly pushing off from her you were off her lap and out of her grip before she could react. You heard her cry out "No Charlotte come back!" But you were already gone, your little plastic shoes clicking on the floor of the bus as its doors opened and...you tripped on one of the dress ribbons.
Tumbling down the steps out of the bus you bounced off the curb and rolled back into the road under the bus. You heard the hiss of the door as it shut above you and in a frantic panic you tried to scramble out from under the bus, but your many dolly petticoats made a quick escape on your knees impossible.
You managed to get your fingertips and the damn pacifier out of the buses path before the entire weight of it rolled over you, you grunted out a panicked scream as you were smoothed deep into the thick treads of the tyre, the intense weight of the machine pressing you in like a piston. Your world, what blurry little you could see, spun round and round, over and over you were crushed under the tyre as the bus continued its route.
After a few more stops you heard the muffled crying of the girl who thought you were a doll telling her mommy they had to go back for her Charlotte dolly, you would gladly leap back in her arms than stay under tyre but you had no say in the matter as the bus drove off once more.
As the bus drove on, all sorts of gunk and junk from the road squished into you, you could almost taste it as it compressed into your gummy skin. The dress you had been wearing was long gone, worn away and torn by all the friction, you wish you had gone with it.
That was your entire day, living it up in the tyre tread, traveling all over, seeing the sights from the unique vantage point of the wheel of a bus. You hated every second. Finally the bus pulled into the depot and they began cleaning it, scraping all the crud (and you) out of the tyre treads, your body was like a tar like gum right now, no chance of reforming as you were bagged up with the rest of the trash and chucked in a dumpster.
The feeling and weight of other bags being thrown in ontop of yours put to rest and thought of reforming and you began to fear you'd be buried alive at the city dump. You tried to struggle in your gummy glob of a form all night but there was just too much weight ontop of you. Eventually, despite the terrible smell inside the bag you fell asleep.
Come morning you were awoken to the loud beeping of something reversing and your world shook with a loud clang. The dumpster was being emptied! You hadn't reformed at all during the night and soon felt your bag tumbling through the air, rolling as it landed in a mass of compressed bin bags. You heard the rumbling hiss of the compactor unit starting its process and felt your already tight world compress even more, crushing more of this crud into you.
Finally the compressions stopped and the truck moved on, you along with it. Over and over you were compressed until finally the truck was full and it went to the dump.
It emptied its load onto a huge automated conveyor and your bag slid onto the belt along with hundreds of other bags, but as luck would have it, through the compressions your bag had split. You tumbled out of the bag lying ontop of the sea of garbage as it moved along the conveyor, ever so slowly your heavily punished body began reforming. It was reset as it got to a rolling pin machine crushing the junk flat, you along with it. Thankfully you reformed enough to drag yourself off the belt just before your area of bags went through the huge garbage shredder. You tumbled down with a splat and lay there until you reformed.
Finally human shape again you tried to cheer, only to feel that dumb pacifier bulb still in your mouth silencing you. You reached to pull it out and discovered only the bulb remained, without a handle you couldn't pull the large bulb out, leaving you mute. It was then you noticed your body.
It was tar black, from top to toe, you looked like you were made of tar, you even had a slight sheen to your body. This would take a long bath and scrubbing in industrial solvents to get off, fused into your gummy body. Only your eyes showed any contrast to your body. You also stank. Rummaging around you found a half used bottle of fabric detergent and scrubbed it all over you, it didn't wash off the colour but at least you smelt like clothes now instead of garbage. You used a torn bin bag as a makeshift dress and with a heavy sigh began to make your way out of the city dump towards home on the other side of town...
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