Chapter 6: Escaping The Madness
The rest of the crew, gathered in the control room to hear the narrator's story, took a minute to think it over.
"you know what?!" sans said, his pupils beginning to glow with a slight blue fire. And then it disappeared. "i vote you can stay."
"YES! THEY CAN STAY WITH ME!" Papyrus added.
Everyone else cast in their votes as well, most of them in the positive.
Dr. Glass sighed. It was official then. This was the weirdest day he had ever experienced.
"Get some sleep, people," Rachrina said through the comms system. "We arrive at our destination tomorrow."
The members of the crew disbanded again, heading out of the captain's room and going to their quarters located elsewhere in the body. Dr. Glass stayed in the "control" center, looking at Dr. Bright with a look of contempt. He just smiled.
"One day down, five-hundred ninety-nine to go. Now, let's play with SCP-584!"
Dr. Glass just slapped his hand over his eyes. This was it. Dr. Bright had gone too far. He was about to lose it.
"How do I escape?" He whispered to nobody in particular. "How do I get back to where I was before all this?"
"I have no idea."
Dr. Glass blinked. "Who's there?"
"Oh, sorry," The voice said from midair. "I thought that 'n' up there was capitalized. I'm Nobody."
"Uhh..." Dr. Glass said awkwardly. "Hello to you too."
"But... I might be able to help you, though."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. I can get us back to our own world."
"Tell me."
"It's pretty simple, really. But we need something from the cargo."
"Don't worry," Dr. Glass said, entering the airlock and putting on an air suit. The first door of the airlock closed, and the second one opened. "I know the way."
A few minutes later, however, they were still walking through the tunnels of flesh and not getting anywhere in particular. Dr. Glass heard a sigh from right behind him, causing him to jump.
"He does not know the way."
"Well, sorry, I can't turn invisible and float through walls like you can!" Dr. Glass said in annoyance. "You'll just have to be patient, okay?"
Another few minutes later, and they had both arrived at the "cargo bay", which was actually just a stomach filled with wooden crates and a large pile of antacids. Dr. Glass walked around the piles of boxes, looking for the item that Nobody was guiding him towards.
"A little to the left... A little to the right... Yes! Yes! Right there!"
Dr. Glass opened the crate to reveal a single rotting boot.
"We came all the way here for this?"
"Yes... No..." Nobody sighed. "It's not what it looks like! It's a portkey!"
"A port-wha?"
"A disguised transdimensional wormhole generator! Duh!"
"Oh."
"We can use this to get out of this universe. Then we look for an access point to The Wanderer's Library, and we'll be back in no time!"
"That's the plan?"
"Yeah?"
"It sounds really generic. Like those kinds of plans where you don't think all the way through and things start going wrong."
"Well, do you want to get home or not?"
"I do."
"Then pick up the boot!"
Dr. Glass picked up the boot, and they were transported through time and space to their next destination.
When you have just transported yourself into a new universe, you do not want the first thing you hear to be someone saying "uh oh".
"What do you mean, uh oh?" Dr. Glass replied, afraid of the answer.
"Just look where you are."
Dr. Glass opened his eyes and found both of his hands clutched tightly to a blue police call box. However, for whatever reason, it was not anywhere near the ground, and they were actually floating through the empty void of space. It was a good thing he was still wearing his air suit, or he would probably be attempting to breathe right now.
He loosened his grip on the box and used one of his hands to push against the door leading inside. However, it didn't even so much as budge. He was locked outside.
"Try again," Nobody said.
He shoved against the door harder, but it still didn't open. It failed to even move a single inch inwards.
Dr. Glass sighed. This couldn't possibly get any worse. Then his eyes opened in alarm. Had he actually dared to think that? If the world was indeed fictional, then he had just tempted fate, or at the very least, the mercy of the author.
Suddenly, there was a great din of noise. A strange ship with four wings zoomed by, causing him to lose his grip. He was now slowly drifting away into the empty vacuum of space.
"Do something!" He shouted to Nobody.
But there was nobody there... Dr. Glass was completely alone.
"Oh, hello!" A glowing eye on a metal orb said to him as he floated by it. "Were you ejected into space as well?"
"What?" Dr. Glass said in confusion.
Another metal orb appeared to be orbiting the first one, and it had an orange eye.
"Space, space, space. Stars, planets, sky. So much to see... So much to do... It's space!"
"Yes, I know we're in space!" The blue orb said in annoyance. "Will you shut up now?!"
"SPAAAAAAAAAACE!"
Dr. Glass passed them by. He floated through the empty void of space, going deeper and deeper into the void of blackness. He had plenty of air, but there was still no way to get back to safety.
Unless... He looked around, trying to see it. There it was.
The old boot was here, floating in the opposite direction towards Uranus... but it was here. He paddled toward it desperately, hoping there was a bit of transportation power left in the otherwise-mundane item.
He flew through the inky blackness, his paddling finally working. He was heading towards the boot. He was finally going to escape this madness.
Suddenly, everything went dark.