This choice: Something goes horribly wrong. • Go Back...Chapter #4A Horrible Accident by: Unknown As you were about to finish popping off the cap on the bottle, the bottle slipped between your fingers. Your hands had begun to sweat profusely, and the plastic bottle slipped free and fell to the floor. The bottle bounced off of your foot and rolled underneath the desk, disappearing into the shadows.
Sighing, you bent down to look under the desk, placing your hands on the desk to brace yourself. As you did so, your thumb pressed onto the absorption plate of the strange machine, and a loud whirring noise kicked to life. Lights began to flash on the machine, and you felt a light tug on your thumb.
In an instantaneous moment, the light tug turned into a full vacuum, and your thumb was squished and sucked into the machine. The rest of your hand soon followed, and the machine quickly began to compress and absorb your arm. Your screams of panic were drowned out by the machine’s noises, as the mechanical menace proceeded to eat up your gummy body.
Your cries of fear and terror were abruptly cut off as your head was crushed and mangled, sucked into the entrance tube of the machine. Your body was lifted into the air as the high-pressure vacuum machine continued to pull your body inside of it. Soon, only your legs were left.
Your legs kicked and flailed reflexively, and you ended up kicking off the heels you had been wearing. The heels fell right down into the open red cooler, knocking it over onto its’ side. The cooler lid slammed shut, locking into place.
Your legs were finally sucked into the machine, and your entire body was spun around through various tubes, before finally coming to a stop in the central cylinder. Your clothes had been shredded to microscopic bits, and you were left as a tan lump of gummy resting at the bottom of the cylinder.
You wiggled and wobbled as much as you possibly could, barely making any movement at all. You focused fully on reforming, but you didn’t make much progress. It was hard to focus, as your brain was going a mile a minute. You were mentally sobbing, and fighting back the urge to faint from shock.
At that moment, everything became ten times worse. The door to the office swung open, and two women walked inside. The first woman was a curvy, black-haired woman of thirty with glasses. The blonde girl behind her looked like she was still in high school, though she wasn’t any less attractive.
“Oh. Where did Miss Harper go?” The black-haired woman mused.
“I’m not sure Doctor Julia.” The younger girl replied. “It looks like the sample has been inserted into the machine however.” She pointed to your quivering body.
“Indeed.” Julia nodded, but frowned when she saw the red cooler lying on the ground. “I don’t know what that is though. Throw it away, would you Harley?”
“Certainly ma’am.” Harley, the younger girl, scooped up your red cooler and tossed it into a large trash can in the corner of the room. Julia sat down at her desk, and read through the machine’s analysis of your body. Her eyes lit up with excitement.
“My goodness! The properties of this strange substance are…incredible!” Julia laughed. “I’ve never seen anything like it! We must get this tested immediately!” With the press of a button, the machine squeezed and compacted your body, shoving you down into the tiny, empty vial. Your gummy body filled the vial to the brim, making it impossible for you to reform or move at all.
Harley picked up the vial, and gently placed you in Doctor Julia’s hands. As the two women smiled down at you, blissfully unaware that they were holding a human being in their hands, you could only weep in agony. What had you done to deserve this horrible, cruel fate?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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