"...scenes of peril," The otherwise timid artist girl concluded. She had a very excited smile on her face and was actually shaking a bit in excitement. The fact that she got to execute one of her dream projects with something approaching an actual fairy was almost too much. In her excitement, she didn't even seem to notice your look of confusion and panic.
'What the heck does scenes of peril mean?' You found yourself mentally questioning this. Maybe she wanting some sort of damsel in distress set up like in old movies. It was something that sounded at best embarrassing and at worst terrifying. She could be thinking of tying you to a toy railroad tracks or maybe she was wanting to see you chased by a neighborhood cat. You pound against the glass a few times, finally getting the attention of the girl. She looks down at you, smiling sweetly and innocently. She seemed to mistake your expression of concern and confusion for one of curiosity.
"I'll just have you in scenarios where you'll be a bit helpless, not in danger though, I-I already have the...uh...first one in mind...b-but...it should be a surprise," The girl explained, nervously glancing away. She at least reassured you that you wouldn't be a victim of giant animal attacks, but that didn't seem like the best sort of thing.
"C-come on, let's...uh...go outside," The girl announced, picking up the jar and holding it at her side as she began to walk. This resulted in an unpleasant jostling back and forth as she unconsciously swung her arms. You were slide from one side of the jar to the other, the girl's pants passing by as a blur. Dim light from the inside of the girl's house eventually gave way to bright light. It was still a sunny day out.
"Alright, j-just wait here," The girl requested, setting the jar down on her back patio, a small square of concrete with little more than a small set of chairs. Despite that request, there was little more that you could do except for look around. The girl's backyard didn't look like any sort of neighborhood you recognized. It was a rather cramped affair, closed in by a high solid wood fence. There was space enough for a patio, a tree off to one corner, and a bit of a garden cordoned off by raised brick. That was the area the artist was currently at work in, despite there being no plants aside from weeds.
You could see she had turned on a hose, which she was spraying over a patch of the ground. She had a small gardening trowel in one hand, with which she occasionally prodded at the wet earth, scooping it up and turning it over. With each motion, you noticed the soil didn't look like the type for gardening, suggesting it hadn't been used in a while. Yet as time goes on, you noticed the shovelfuls becoming darker and wetter. The mature air the girl had once held slowly faded as she began to look more and more like a kid playing in the mud.
Questions of why she was doing this were soon answered as the girl stood up and walked towards your jar. The knees of her jeans were stained with water and flattened dirt which was slowly merging together. She picked up the jar, flashing you a pleasant smile, one which almost seem to contrast what she was doing. Stepping over to where she had been hard at work, you could see that a large patch of the earth within the brick enclosure had been turned into a thick muck. The hose was still on, feeding a steady stream of water into the earth.
"Alright, get ready...uh...h-here it comes," The young artist offered this as your only warning as she unscrewed the jar quickly. Any time you might have used to call up to her was instead occupied staring in confusion as she lifted up the garden trowel, belabored with a thick clump of mud. Holding it over the jar, she shook it off in a swift motion.
For a moment, with a loud squelch, everything went dark. You began to struggle, the thick gunk clinging tightly to you and resisting attempts to move. You thought you might drown, the wet earthy stench filling your lungs. The girl was fortunately kinder than she would appear. Fingers pinched your arm and dragged you to the surface. You arose, face now stained with mud, the rest of your body stuck in the amorphous clump below you. You were up to your shoulders in the stuff. Yet that didn't seem to be enough for the girl. Another spadeful of a wetter muck joined you, flowing around and filling out the space in the jar where the initial glob hadn't. The girl began to work, quickly filling the jar until it was about halfway full and you were up to your shoulders.Any time you tried to call out, you were interrupted by a mass of wet filth being dumped on you.
"There!" She announced happily, screwing the lid on again before you had any chance to respond, leaving you trapped in the cool squishy substance. If her goal was to have you immobilized, she was doing a good job. You had one arm free, yet you were afraid of using that to push yourself up, knowing it would sink down. Any squirm was quickly stopped when you began to sink just a little bit. There seemed to be a more solid mass beneath you, but you didn't trust that to stay there. Even breathing was tough, with each rise of your chest forcing you to displace the viscous surroundings.
The girl didn't say anything, simply excitedly grabbed the jar and carried it back into the house, up to her room. You were deposited back on her desk, with her vanishing to clean herself up. Sitting there, you were trapped, barely able to do anything. There was one thing you could do...which left you with a choice...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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