The Carly Shay Conspiracy ~ Chapter 2 ~ Gibby

"Hey, Spence?" I yelled through the microphone. It had been twenty minutes, and Spencer still hadn't woken up. I turned up the volume on the mike.

"SPENCER!" Still no answer. Crap, what's Carly going to do to me when she gets back and finds her brother… Oh my god, Spencer could be dead! "SPENNNCEEEER!" I tried again. Again, no reply.

"Uhhh…" I rushed around the room, trying to find something to wake Spencer up with. I spied Carly's PearPad. I was NOT allowed to use it, after what happened last time. But, this was important. I picked it up gingerly, and scrolled through the stimuli options. Hmm, everlasting airhorn sounds… plausible. I clicked it on, and muted the outside speakers so I wouldn't bother the other people in the room. Spencer still didn't wake up. I went through the options again, and tapped Radio Dingo. I turned the volume up, and waited.

Spencer started to twitch. Then a horrible yell came out of his mouth.

"Uhh… turn it off! Turn it off! My ears, my ears!" Spencer was still curled up on the ground. I turned it up louder.

"CARLY! CAAARRRLAAAY! Turn it OFFF!" he struggled to get up. "It's horrible! I'm dying!" I switched Radio Dingo off, and turned my microphone back on.

"How are ya doing, Spencer?" I asked calmly.

"What.. was.. that?" he panted.

"A cheerfully torturous Radio Dingo Alaska Nebraska power hour?" I offered.

"GIBBY!" he yelled. God, why do people keep doing that? What did I do?

"Wheres Carly?" He yelled.

"I don't know!" I yelled back.

"Gehmeouhofere!" Spencer moaned.

"Fine." I mumbled. I tried to undo the lock on the back of the chamber.

"What's taking you so long?" he groaned again.

"Um, I.. I can't get the stupid lock open!" I pulled on the lock.

"waaaAAAAAAAAAH?" Spencer shrieked.

"I… I'm trying! I'm… TRYING!" I grunted as I pulled on the lock. Even Sam's lock picking skills wouldn't work here, it was jammed shut.

"Try smashing the one-way glass!" he suggested.

"No, the chamber is on loan! I can't smash it! Besides, its bulletproof."

"Then how am I going to get out?"

"I don't know."

"Where's the emergency exit?" he asked. Crap.

"Umm…"

"Gibby, there is an emergency exit, isn't there?" he asked.

"Umm…" I backed away slowly.

"GIBBY!"

"I'll be back!" I raced out the door. This was going to be a long night.