Chapter #3Harper Gummy Works by: Unknown With an impending sense of dread hanging over you, you got into your car and drove off to work. There were so many ways that things could go horribly wrong while there, but you just had to stay positive and hope that everything would turn out okay. It was your job, and you needed the money. Your children depended on it, so you would do it for them.
You pulled into the parking lot and headed into the factory. You said a few nervous hellos to different people walking in and out, and scurried to the factory floor as quickly as possible. You had been assigned to the drop-off section of the factory today, which was where raw gummy material was unloaded and dropped onto the conveyor belt to be sent across the factory.
The truck of raw gummy material had yet to arrive, so you dropped your purse down and pulled up a chair. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, and you were sweating profusely. It was incredibly hot this far back in the factory, and you were soon breathing heavily. You wiped at your forehead, and glanced at the clock against the wall.
Just then, you felt an odd sensation on your hand, and watched in horror as your pinky finger began to melt and drip off of your hand. You gagged, and stood up violently, knocking your chair back against the wall. You dashed over to the nearest water fountain, unknowingly kicking your purse and sending it spinning into the back corner, hidden behind a few boxes.
You dunked your hand under the cool water of the fountain, desperate to keep it from melting to goo. You hadn’t even anticipated this happening, and had no plan for how to deal with this. While you were distracted, a factory employee strolled around the corner, carrying a huge stack of boxes. She couldn’t see where she was going, and so she collided right into you.
You were knocked backwards, and you tripped over your own feet and sprawled out onto the floor. The huge tower of boxes fell down, and you were helplessly crushed underneath. The girl quickly gathered up her boxes, unknowingly stepping all over you. Her sharp heels tore at your flesh, and ripped your clothes to shreds.
Once the girl had stacked her boxes, she finally spotted you. With a curious expression, she peeled you off of the floor, and a quick squeeze convinced her that you were nothing but simple gummy material. She tossed you onto the conveyor belt without a second thought, which thankfully hadn’t begun to move yet. Using all of your energy, you struggled and squirmed, trying to reform.
Before you could make much progress, the truck filled with raw gummy material finally arrive, and it pulled up into place. The back of the truck opened up, and a slide popped out from inside. A giant mountain of gummy orbs rolled down the slide, pilling on top of you, which kept you flat and hidden from sight. With the gummy in place, the girl smacked a button on the control panel, and the conveyor belt roared to life.
You and the rest of the gummy orbs began to be carried down the belt, and you were powerless to do a thing. You mentally screamed and screamed, hoping someone would save you from this fate. Crushed under the weight of the other gummy orbs, you couldn’t reform or escape at all. The worst case scenario had come true.
One by one, mechanical arms picked up the gummy orbs from the pile, and carried them away. Finally, only you were left, and a giant claw grabbed you before you could reform. It crushed and rolled up your body, until you too were a simple orb, your tan skin making you look like a normal tan gummy orb. The claw placed you back down, and the conveyor belt continued carrying you along.
Your face was mashed and mangled, but one eye was still poking out. With horror, you saw the conveyor belt approached a fork in the road. You knew that one lane would lead to where gummy clothing was made, and the other would lead to where gummy toys were often assembled. You tried squirming some more, but only succeeded in moving about a millimeter. At this point, you truly were doomed.
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