Oh… Dear GOD….. Where is this place? It seems too familiar? Is this… no, it couldn't be! IMPOSSIBLE! This story was dead! It can't, no, it shouldn't be able to come back! Alas, I just couldn't ignore this poor destitute old google doc. So now i'm back! I was working on a story that isn't based off of something else so I kind of forgot about this. Now it's time to perform some ressurection!
Jarret-Doc's house
"What I am about to say is very important, so follow these instructions to the letter. You got that?" he looked at me with a deadly seriousness, like the world was about to end and he was telling me how to prevent it. I nodded. "Good. Now, My daughter Centa, is incredibly intelligent and will probably want to know what you are, and under any circumstances I don't want anyone to know about you now. What you need to do is hide in the closet until I come in here and tell you you can get out. Try not to throw up." and with that helpful tidbit, he ran downstairs after locking me in.
With a lot of reluctance, I got in the closet and hid behind quite the interesting set of clothes and tried to relax. I focused on the stuff in there to keep me distracted from the two voices flying through the house from downstairs. There were a few labcoats, some regular hoodies and tshirts all on hangers with a few masks and hats in a small box. What interested me the most, however, was the set of objects in the back right next to me.
It was a few things in a clump, none of them seemingly fit together though. The first was a tank, seemingly attached to a backpack harness and the second object. It looked a lot like a piece of bamboo, in the shape of a gun with a trigger on it. It had a label on it that said "Bamboozler 14k" at the end of the long barrel. It definitely didn't look like something you could fire a bullet with, but it was connected to that tank, so did it fire a liquid? I suddenly realised there was some sparkly purple…. Ink? Inside of the tank, a tad of it leading out of a weird tube, which looked like it would be where the ink came from.
Was this some kind of inkling weapon? I didn't think you could hurt someone very well with this, so maybe for a sport. Like a crazy bamboo paintball gun? It made me think of where the source of the ink was. Did inklings produce ink like squids? I bet they do. I was getting off topic though as I was much more concerned about things like myself and my probably worsening "condition" than some silly gun.
As much as I tried to look away from it, though, It always seemed to draw my attention back to it. I was almost tempted to fire it. It wouldn't be so bad, right? I could just get up and fire it at the wall since the closet was pretty big. I pondered it for a minute and figured why not, since i'm already some dude with a crazy mutant virus in another world with not much left to lose, firing a bamboo gun seemed miniscule. I aimed at the wall and realised there was a tiny charge meter on the gun, out of place on the bamboo.
Then of course, I shot. I suddenly realised how bad of an idea it was when it shot, my little rebellious streak instantly forgotten when the giant noise fired off and a large line of ink through the closet. The talking from downstairs instantly stopped. I heard running to the upstairs and I could've sworn it was two kids going to the christmas tree if it wasn't for how terrified I started arguing when I presume the doc blocked the door.
"Why can't I go in there, Dad? I guarantee it's something I could fix!". Something she could fix? Did that imply things made a loud explosion noise often? I leaned closer to the door to hear in, my ink stained hospital gown pressing against the door.
"Listen honey, I can just fix it myself! Wait downstairs and i'll be down there to share some lunch." apparently my physical was no longer this morning.
"C'mon pop, don't be so un-fresh and let me help!" Un-fresh? Is that a common word hear or is this girl just weird? She seemed, from her voice alone, to be one of those quirky girls.
"Fine, just look at the machine and come downstairs. We should eat soon…". Now I didn't know the doc well, but I knew he was nervous. He walked downstairs and the girl walked around the room trying to find what was wrong. Then she was right at the closet door, and I screwed up big time.
I was leaning heavy on the door at the time, trying really hard to keep my breathing at minimum. While I was there, the door started creaking precariously, apparently it was weak. I really should have stayed in the back, hidden in the clothes, but I was suddenly lost of that choice. The door swung violently, the hinges breaking. I stumbled on the floor, sitting in a sudden criss cross position next to her. She was…. Wow.
She was kinda cute, if i'm being honest. She had long yellow hair in a ponytail, wearing a beanie that didn't cover her giant pointy ears. Her eyes were a sparkling blue that shone through her mask face thing really well. Her black tank top and jeans had a sketchbook in its lap, a pencil in its rings. Her black shoes were simple, but kinda completing the look? Did I also mention she had librarian glasses? Like, really big ones that you can easily tell apart from most glasses.
If not for all the alien stuff, she would be really cute. Her face was confused for a couple seconds, not knowing what had happened. Then her eyes widened to full on windows when she saw me, taking a full minute to look at me up and down. By that time, the doc had come in and was looking at us with eyes almost as wide as his daughter's. Then we all did something, all of us for totally different reasons.
We screamed.
FINALLY BACK, would really appreciate some views as a welcome party.
