This choice: Attempt to fit the lid loosely over the opening. • Go Back...Chapter #4You remain undetected in the bottle, but... by: sneakyk   You have one almost sure-fire path to protect yourself from bugs... or most predators for that matter. Unfortunately, it is not an easy one.... and it comes with risks, at that. Before you arrived here, the liquid inside of the bottle was kept in near pristine condition thanks entirely to the lid that had fit snugly over its mouth. That same lid could serve as a near bulletproof defense, if only you could re seal it onto the bottle. But how exactly can you do that from the inside?
You get out of the bottle for now and consider your resources. There's the stick...the sports drink, the bottle itself, dirt, leaves, and the bottle itself... the stick might be a useful tool if you could somehow hook it around the bottle cap. No...even if you could do that, you wouldn't be able to fit the bottle cap over the opening. How about using a string to wrap around the bottle cap? A folded blade of grass? That hardly seems viable. You pace around the bottle , looking at the cute, dominant Raichu cartoon adorning it...and then you get an idea.
You aproach the wrapper and , with some degree of exertion, peel the corner off, revealing an adhesive beneath. Yes... this could work. You grab the twig and run its tip over the adhesive, doing your best to make the tip of the stick...well...sticky. Eventually satisfied, you grab the cap, fill it partly with dirt, and use some of the juice to form a muddy mold in the interior of the bottle's lid. You then use a blade of grass to dry up the sports drink fluid and finally jab the stick into the mold you have created. Patting dirt You proceed to pat the molded dirt over the stick and allow the sun to dry and harden your mold.
Satisfied, you hoist the stick up, and are surprised to see that this actually worked. the bottle cap appears to cling to the stick, even when the stick is held sideways. You retreat into the bottle, pull the stick in through the opening...then comes the moment of truth. You manage to fit the lid flush around the opening, and with a twist you seal the bottle shut.
Giddy with excitement over your success, you approach the opening and examine the bottle cap. It is held loose against the interior of the bottle. you twist the stick to loosen it further, until you feel that a single punch could dislodge the lid.
Satisfied, you rest.
When you wake up, it is to a flurry of motion...and to the sound of chirps. You bolt up in a panic and look through the near opaque wrapper to see the distinct silhouette of some sort of bird Pokemon peering down at the bottle. Your heart pounds frantically. Were you taken to a nest in your sleep? But one look at your surroundings lets you know that that isn't the case. the bottle is still in the field.
It would appear as if your efforts did well to shelter you from bugs and from things that might track your scent, but not to protect you avian predators. But maybe...maybe the bird hasn't actually seen you. After all, you still have cover thanks to the wrapper and the surrounding grass.
The towering pudgy bird Pokemon chirps a terrifying chirp as it inspects the bottle. It suddenly sends its beak down, perforating the bottle thanks to its sharp beak. The bird lets out another chirp, this one noisier than the last, then hops around the bottle in confusion. It delivers another peck, this one not directly puncturing the bottle, but instead knocking it to the side. Then another. You do your best to keep quiet through all of this... the bird hasn't actually established line of sight with you. If it had, it would probably make concerted efforts to tear an opening.
The bird eventually settles on placing its talon upon the bottle and squeezing. Oh no!It might not be aware that you're in here... but you're about to get skylifted. The moment you arrive at a nest, you might as well be declared dead!
But before the bird can fly you off, a whooosh can be heard. The bird screeches, looses its hold on the bottle, and flies off just as a stone grazes against the surface of the bottle and rebounds off. "Aw crud! I missed" A boy's voice rings through the air, minor frustration clear in his tone. That voice is soon followed by a series of thunderous footsteps, one after another. "Let's see what that bird was after..." The unseen boy speaks, his intentions clear.
Now would be a good time to run...but where to? And would running even be a good idea? For n ow, you stay still and turn towards the direction of the voice. THUD. THUD. THUD. THOOM. Soon enough, a pair of black sneakers trod their way into view, each shoe supporting a leg clad in denim. Each shoe is adorned with a cartoon Pachirisu smirking with mischievous intent. Strange. You don't remember Pachirisu learning nasty plot. Well...this would be far from the only time cartoons marketed to boys up the mischief-factor of the characters...
"Aw... that's it? A bottle?" The boy muses... yet for all his disinterest he still grabs it. You nearly let out a scream as the bottle is suddenly turned upright and lifted. As the boy brings it up towards his face, you make a split second decision and cling to the stick, using it to avoid falling to the bottom of the bottle and emerging from behind the wrapper. "Huh. " The boy says to himself, shaking the bottle a bit, making it almost agonizingly hard to cling to the stick. "Ah well. I got a use for this anyhow." He says before lowering the bottle down, holding it beside his hip, and storming off.
As the boy runs along, you are badly shaken about by his careless motions. The boy has every reason to be careless... he has no clue you're in here! During all the commotion, the sick breaks loose from the bottle cap and falls down to the bottom of the bottle. You lose your grip and land on the bottom as well, your body quickly getting soaked in the sloshing sports drink juice.
Eventually the boy's motions begin to slow. Looking out through the see-through plastic wall around you, you see that the boy is heading into a building.... but why. He speaks up to an unseen giant. "Hey maw. Just letting you know imma do some target practice. " "Be careful, Charley!" The woman replies , a modest degree of concern in her voice. Wait... target practice?
The boy soon rushes outside and over towards a fence, where the boy sets the bottle you're in down. Looking out , you see that the boy appears to be carrying what you at first thing is a rake, but soon realize is in fact a ginormous BB gun. A gun whose crosshairs you will soon find yourself squarely in!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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