Author's Notes: As the name suggests, this is a very long one-shot story that has been divided into three seperate chapter segments. Since this is based on one hell of a wierd dream I had, this may come across as slightly wierd and mainly odd that I've actually dreamed this. I rated this M because there was no rating between T and M. Rated mostly for language and certain types of nature that I'm sure you're aware this contains. Anyway, let's begin the wierdness:
Shot 1
June 12th 2015 – Unknown Location
It's funny how you can immediately tell people apart based on how they feel emotionally in a certain situation. Within this brightly lit and slightly hot blank white chamber, three 18 year old boys were standing as if waiting for a bus...oh, if only it were as simple as that. But like most things that occured in their residential home of South Park, things NEVER were 'normal'.
"This is so...humiliating." A shoulder-length, combed and styled, black-haired lad spoke in a slightly ashamed voice just as he along with the other two he was stood between placed the items he had neatly folded and collected onto the moving conveyor belt. And as he and the other two watched as their belongings slowly drifted off behind the bendy plastic curtains on the conveyor belt and into the side of a giant white machine, the lad looked forward and sighed as if the conveyor belt had slowly taken away what little dignity he had left inside him too. "Oh God...why didn't I just play truent like Cartman did today?"
"Ah come on Stan...it ain't that bad...hey y'know, it's turning me quite on y'know – us two standing together 'like this' and so close." An reddish auburn 'fro'd similar aged lad replied.
"Kyle...knock it off." Stan replied – taking a step back and noticing Kyle like he always does, was trying to get into that lovey-dovey mode again. "This isn't funny...it's just wrong."
"So is us two sharing one another's bed and showing just how much we love each other every night, wrong?"
"That's different – a bedroom's small...and isolated...and quiet...and not so dam confusingly big...and we actually know it's not a bedroom instead of wondering where the hell we actually are." He rolled his eyes just as he felt a pair of hands grip on his shoulders.
"Come on Stan! Where's yer' sense of adventure dude, don't tell me you haven't had the odd 'adventurous' thought now and again." The lad with the most messed up blond hair of the three, spoke in a joker's style.
"Kenny, no one has as adventurous thoughts as YOU do."
"Yeh dude, we may be gay, but you certainly know how to push it past the boundary." Kyle added – dragging Stan away so that those two were closer together now. Kenny simply laughed and replied. "Ah well, suit yourself – but I guess I'm way more accustomed to this than any bed moment you two might share, would provide. Hell, I was like this underneath my parka for all these years – it's not like this place and this big massive machine is anything new."
"That reminds me, where the hell are we anyway?" Kyle's questions seemed to spawn a cloud of silence around them as Stan, Kyle and Kenny started to ponder at the possibilities. For the first time in about ten minutes, the giant white camoflaging machine that stood in front of them, the larger motionless conveyor belt that all three of them were stood on, the fact that they were in a massive white coloured room – it all finally came together to puzzle the three. Indeed...where the hell were they?
The day had been certainly been above par in contrast to the regular days of grade school they shared each week. All they knew was that they were told on arrival at South Park High School was that they along with the rest of the class and all the other classes were being taken to a top-secret Government facility somewhere far away. And it made for a well-remembered coach trip due to the fact...they couldn't remember anything about their journey. From the moment they stepped on the coach to the moment they stepped into the lobby of a white and shiny silver-coloured facility, all the students and teachers had been blindfolded throughout the entire journey. Stan, Kyle and Kenny found themselves in a pitch black vision for well over 3 hours – trying to remember how many left, right, up, down and twist turns they did throughout the journey just so that they could hazard a guess at where the hell they were going.
Upon arrival, the head-to-toe armed guards guided the students down claustrophobic white corridors – white walls, white doors, white metal flooring, white ceilings – it was like walking through the infinite. And all for what, you ask? Simple...just a quick Governmental procedure to ensure its beloved American population wasn't infected with the dreaded but deadly H5N1 strain virus – the very evidence of one of the most deadliest viruses known to exist at present...BIRD FLU!
If the news reports Stan, Kyle and Kenny had seen on telly during the last few weeks were anything to go by, the flu epidemic had reached dangerous levels – people dieing...now that's something the Government should be concerned over, the three kept saying to themselves. And still, it made them ponder – so why were they 'in this' situation, which led them back to figuring out the answer and reasoning behind their presence here along with why they were in this forced predicament in the first place.
Suddenly, a white door opened inwards in which a doctor dressed in a full white doctor's uninform strolled in. "Ah boys...thank you for being ever so patient." The 30-something man spoke in a calm voice as he walked across the room to where the three teenager lads were stood. "Don't worry, I know this may seem AND feel a little embarassing for you, but don't worry, this will all be over in a matter of minutes."
Oh, you're being a little too precise there aren't yer' doc? An unimpressed Stan thought as he stood with his arms crossed seemingly lower than its original position.
"You're probably wondering why you three are here in the first place, right?" The three lads nodded in synchronised fashion. "Well, to put this in easier terms so that you three can understand..."
I wonder if THIS guy's a paedo... Kenny was too far into his own filthy thoughts to even focus completely on what the Doctor was trying to explain to all three of them. A few minutes later, the lads finally knew what was going on.
Woah, they must be taking this really seriously after all. Kyle realised – looking down and realising again that this WAS a serious matter.
"So as you may already know, all your class-mates have already had their scans in this giant machine – you three are the last group to enter."
"So...what exactly is THIS thing?" Stan asked – angling and pointing his finger like a sharp arrow towards a random white part of the giant machine in front of them.
"It's like a giant scanner. You stand on this conveyor belt, it moves you into the centre of this machine and it allows the machine to scan you. We'll be taking all major scans of you – Gamma, X-Ray, MR – the whole lot. It's just the Government's safe way of knowing you three are OK and clean." And THIS doesn't show enough, you dirty-minded filthy fucking pervert! Stan found the energy inside to keep that thought in his head. "We'll be taking Radio and Microwave scans too so that's the reason why needed you to remove any belongings you had on you. Don't worry, the machine's item conveyor belt safely carried them to the other side – you'll be able to pick them up as soon as the scan is complete and you've emerged from the other side. Now then, the belt will start moving, so..." A part of the ceiling started to descend whilst attached to metal wires. On the top of the lowered piece of ceiling was what looked like a large elastic cord with three waist belts attached to it. "...I need to ask you three to put this on together. There's one belt for each one of you to connect around your waist."
Kyle happilly attached the left belt on the cord around his waist. Anything for Government and public safety. He kept reminding himself. Kenny followed suit with the right belt on the cord – not without getting obvious filthy thoughts about what it also could be used for. Stan meanwhile simply held his belt, the middle one, and raised an eyebrow.
"Why the hell do we THREE have to wear this?"
"Oh it's just a precaution the facility uses. Don't worry, your class-mates have had to wear these belts in their threesome groups too."
"Ha ha 'threesome'." Kenny chuckled.
"Yeh but...won't some of the scan's rays NOT go through the material of these cords and belts?"
Kenny and Kyle followed Stan in giving the Doctor a confused look. "Ummmm...errrrr...well..." The Doctor started to look puzzled as if he wasn't sure what to say. "Well...it's just so that you three don't...split up...like I said...ha...it's a precaution." Stan stayed silent for a few seconds before finally accepting the Doctor's reason.
"Alright fine..." Stan attached and connected the middle belt of the cord around HIS waist. Kyle tried to loosen his belt to adjust it, but it wouldn't move. It was as if their belts were permanantly locked and attached around their waists...for now.
"Right, the machine will be active in a minute or so, so ready yourself, lads." The Doctor quickly marched and completely closed the door shut – sealing Stan, Kyle and Kenny once more in this white room...along with the front opening of a giant white machine.
Kenny looked around the room for a second and suddely spotted a black camera with a blinking red light on it staring right at the three. He turned his body around and gave the camera a sarcastic wave and cheesy smile before giving it two middle-finger salutes.
"I hope this is over and done with in a couple of minutes. They promised us we could have the whole week off from school as soon as we got back to South Park after all this." Stan spoke still with his arms crossed.
"I hope so too Stan..." Kyle started doing his moving-closer procedure again. "And when we get back home, how about I treat you to a whole night of love to cheer you up since you look so sad and...deflated."
Finally, a smile appeared on Stan's face. "Well then, I guess I certainly DO have a lot to look forward." He replied which was then followed by Stan and Kyle flirting to ome another and moving closer together and kissing. Kenny, being slightly tugged forward by the elastic belt simply watched and sighed. "Every day...EVERY...friggin'...day." He murmured under his voice – smiling in a slight cheek.
Stan's and Kyle's standing hug and slight kiss was soon interrupted by a roaring buzz that signalled the machine was active. A few multi-coloured lights on the front of the machine glowed to light and the conveyor belt started to slowly move forward. "Alright, here we go BABY!" Kenny shouted as he rubbed his hands together – quietened slightly by the buzzing roar of the machine's technological power.
Kyle looked forward with Stan and Kenny looking closely over his shoulders. "Hey, is it just me or does that door look a bit...well...flat to be real."
"Nah, it's probably just a way that the Government uses to scare you into thinking you're gunna feel pain or sumin like that..."
"KENNY!" Stan looked back in an annoyed way which made Kenny laugh.
"Just kidding dude, relax."
"Yeh, well lay off your jokes for the time being. I know how to piss you off too so enough with the scary shit."
Kenny laughed even more. "WHAT?! You're scared...of THIS?"
"NO...not THIS...THAT." He pointed.
"Don't worry Stan...I'm sure it won't hurt." Kyle put his arms around Stan again and gave him a successful calm assurance. As the three lads looked forward again as they were only metres away from the machine's entrance, three large metal plates came down and connected to the convey belt around them – one in front, one behind and one to their right. To the left was a 45 degree angled wide air vent shoot. Kenny ducked his head into the opening of the vent and shouted. "DOUCHE!" His voice bounced off the interior of the shiny metal shaft and echoed continuously until it was a quiet blur some fifty metres beyond.
"Which is what I can say for quite a few people today." Stan replied – arms still crossed.
Suddenly, just as they reached the front doors of the machine, the conveyor belt started to tilt itself up on one particular side.
"What the hell...what's going on?!"
"I don't know dude." Kyle replied – leaning on Stan as the belt started to shake and angle itself in a 45 degree shape. Kenny was already gripping the higher side of the belt with his feet as Kyle started to lose his grip entirely on the belt. The belt stopped its tilt until it was completely aligned with the downward angle of the metallic vent shoot. Kenny tried to grab hold of the surrounding metal barriers on each side, but they were too smooth and high up to get a hold of. Kyle's feet were slipping down the angled belt's shape. He grabbed hold of Stan who had already made his way up to the top half of the belt alongside Kenny. But just as Kyle gripped Stan's shoulder...he slipped...and down he went into the opening of the shaft. Kyle's trip caused Stan to lose his balance and it wasn't long before he too was on his way down the shaft. And only within that split second, that the penny dropped on what would happen to Kenny too during that downward gravatational pull of Stan and Kyle's descend down the shaft. AH SHIT! The elastic divide between one another's belt had reached its limits and in result, Kenny was pulled down also. And within a flash, they were gone – the room was deserted and the conveyor belt stopped moving. All that was heard was a metallic echoing blur of yelling as Stan, Kyle and Kenny continued to yell and slide extremely fast down the dark angled shaft.
A few minutes later, the connected threesome crash landed into a pool of polysterene balls – causing a wave of the bean-bag balls to fall out the side of what looked like a full-to-bursting tank of the white stuff. Kyle was first to pop his head from above the surface of this pool of polysterene. Coughing up what few white bits had ended up in his mouth and shaking the stuff out of his 'fro, it wasn't long before Stan and Kenny's heads and shoulders emerged out too.
"You guys OK?" Kyle looked around and shook off the last few balls from out of his hair. Stan coughed slightly and gave him the thumbs up. Kenny meanwhile was on the other side of the tank – leaning over the side and coughing so much as if he were about to vomit. Coughing and spitting the last few bits of saliva-mixed polysterene from out of his mouth and throat, Kenny turned around and nodded. Kyle looked up to see the last bit of the vent shoot was completely vertical. "Shit!" It looked like they weren't getting out the way they came. After climbing down a set of ladders connected to the tank, Stan, Kyle & Kenny looked around and were in even more confusion as to where the hell they were...NOW. The room was massive and completely circular – the floor a dull grey cold metal with the ceiling being an estimated hundred metres above. The room was dimly lit and there was only a small glimpse of a door in the near distance.
"Great...THIS IS JUST...G...RRRR...EAT!" Stan spoke – the first one to express the irony and annoyance of the situation they all found themselves in. Kyle started to make his way over to the distant door – not that Stan and Kenny had much a choice over whether they'd follow or not – the tug on their connected belts made them walk across too. There, at the end of the corridor area of the room stood a normal grey-coloured door, but it was on one of the walls that the three moved their attention to. Attached to the wall was a large multi-floored detailed map of what looked to be describing the layout of the premises they found themselves in. It was no ordinary map – it seemed to show one constant route from one room or area to another. Kyle picked up the map that was stuck nearby to the wall and stretched it out. It was the same map, only this time, it showed detailed designs of each room and a colour-coded navigation on what route to take from B6 – the floor the three lads found themselves on...to F2...their target floor. Kyle read out the note marked down in red at the bottom of the map:
"Any member of staff who is located in the Basement 6 region of this facility, please follow these steps and navigational routes to reach the 2nd floor room marked with a red X. All staff must follow this path as it is shown. Warning: Facility machinery may be active." Kyle folded the map back into its compact A4 size and slid it in-between his waist and HIS belt. But just as he was about to reach his hand for the handle of the door, Stan grabbed hold of Kyle's arm.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What do you mean, you read the map right? It said we have to follow this coloured route to where we need to be."
"KYLE, ae you insane in the fucking membrane, here? We can't just go walking around this place all free-and-whatever like that, ARE YOU MAD?"
"Stan, it's the only way we can get out of here."
"Have you forgotten about the..." He nearly didn't have the dignity to say what he was about to say. "...about the fact...that we're in a bit of a...situation...here."
"What situation?" Kyle dazed which made Stan slightly annoyed.
"DUDE..." He unfolded his arms and made his whole body visible. "...we're friggin NAKED here, REMEMBER!?!"
"Oooooh...right." Kyle's thought of that specific situation hadn't been on his mind as much as it had been on Stan's mind. Yet he managed to recall the moment where upon entering the room – fully dressed, and upon stepping on top of the conveyor belt, all three lads were asked by an official with an Uzi and dark black shades to remove all personal belongings...and clothing. That meant EVERY...THING...hats, jackets, gloves, shoes, socks, shirts, pants...and of course...boxer shorts. And it made Kyle realise...anywhere other than either's bedroom...especially somewhere not at home, Stan felt considerably uncomfortable with being completely naked...even if the thought that Kyle and Kenny were in same position too was any form of consellation.
"Oh God, this is so embarrassing..." Stan spoke – leaning and sliding his body down the wall's face as he closed his eyes, squinted his mouth and looked up at the ceiling – tears starting to come from out of his eyes. He tilted his head back and down again and placed his hands over his face. "OH CHRIST." He sniffed as his face started to blush tearey red. Kyle and Kenny knew this was no funny or calm time at the moment – anything that was making Stan upset and even making him cry was certainly something to be serious about. Kyle slid down and sat by Stan's side on the freezing cold metal floor and took hold of one of Stan's tear-stained hands and grasped it in his warm hand.
"STAN...Stan listen to me, alright...We're gunna get through this alright...Now there WON'T be anyone around to see us. Stan...STAN...LOOK AT ME..." Stan looked up and wiped away the tears from his face and gave a final sniff to control himself. "...Look Stan, we HAVE a map, so we know where we're going. No one's gunna see us, no one's gunna know. It's just us three...yes, we're naked...BUT THAT'S IT...don't worry...we're gunna get through this and we'll be back home in the comfort of our own bed in no time." Kyle smiled as did Stan whom leaned his head on Kyle's shoulder and entered Kyle's loving little hug around his entire body. Kenny sat only a metre away on the other side of the dimly lit corridor – his back leaned tight up to the wall and his legs arched. As he looked over to see Stan and Kyle showing just how much they loved each other, he took another look around the room...and just as he did inside the white room only ten minutes ago, he spotted another red-light blinking camera. Having enough elastic distance between his connected belt and Stan's connected belt, he stared into the camera which was only a metre up where the wall met the ceiling. Finally, with seriousness on his face for the first time in a while, he gave an even stronger middle finger into the dark glass lens of the camera. Breathing deep, he took a few steps back, bent down and placed his hands on either's shoulder.
"Come on you two, we best try to get the hell out of here, huh. We've got 8 floors to conquer and climb up...and God knows how many rooms and obstacles too." Patting them once and smiling, Kenny stood up again and began to open the grey iron door outwards. Stan and Kyle both stood up together and gave each other one final hug and big kiss before they too, under the tug of Kenny's belt and his side of the elastic, made their way out of the corridor section of this dimly lit room and into another new room.
The door shut and an echoed iron grip noise danced its way into the circular silence of the room. But what Stan, Kyle & Kenny didn't realise yet...was that the REAL challenge of reaching Floor 2 of this unknown facility...had only just begun.
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Author's Notes: So...onto Shot 2 we go...
