This is so random. I had the plot bunny around the same time as, I think, the seventeenth drabble - not that I remember which one that was, at this point - and put it off as too ridiculous. It was amazingly fun to write.
Anyway. If you get confused, say so in your review. I'll explain it in a reply back. If I get more than five confused reviews, I'll explain in a note at the bottom and reply back. I promise. I'm cool like that.
I was born in a humble factory. I had the sensation of being big, and then I was soaked in smelly water and I dissolved. I was mixed around a lot, and separated and mixed and separated again, and then a heavy iron thing smashed me flat. It got really, really hot and I was dried out and cut into a rectangle. I was put into a box with a lot of my kind, and then shipped away.
The box was opened a long time later, and a giant pulled out a whole stack of us, including me. The giant put us into an enormous white machine, and the five on top of the stack were immediately pulled away. It happened again and again; a few at a time would be taken mysteriously. I ended up as the very, very top, and it was torture, because everyone knew that I was going to be taken soon, too.
The time came, and rollers shot me through and around and in between what felt like miles of track inside the machine. I was marked with black ink and named 'Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital Application for Employment', and then shot out into light and open air.
A new giant picked me up – there were many theories, but we had all agreed that they were some sort of animal – and marked me with a portable ink-holder. I was set down again, and then another giant with long, curly, black head-fur picked me up and read the markings and handed me to a giant with reddish-brown, long head-fur.
This giant walked around with me for a while, and then set me down on a pile of other things like me in a pretty, bright place that had glass walls and little toys everywhere. Things were starting to look up for me, even if I did have a very stupid name.
Nothing happened, and then the room was dark. When it was light again, a giant – I think a male one, because its/his head-fur was short and brown, and its/his face-circles were very, very blue, like the place outside the window. Was he going to do something else to me? No, the face-circles went over everything in the pretty glass place except me.
He made noises a lot. And I think he was lopsided, because he tilted back and forth when he moved. Other giants came in from time to time – a male one with yellow head-fur, the presumably female one with long, reddish-brown head-fur, a brown one without any head-fur at all – I might have discovered a new species of giant! – and, for a very long time, a male one with dark-yellowish-brown head-fur and brown face-circles.
Lopsided kept making noises out of his sound-hole, and Brown Face-Circles echoed different sounds back, and they both got quieter and quieter and made weird faces and then Lopsided decided that the sounds weren't enough so he assaulted Brown Face-Circles with his sound-hole. Brown Face-Circles started to fight back, too.
It confused me. Why would they attack each other in such a pretty glass place?
After a while, they stopped, and Lopsided stayed while Brown Face-Circles left. The light in the place became redder, and his blue face-circles turned to me. He picked me up, and I worried that I was going to leave the pretty place. He read the markings, and wrote something else on the top of me. And then he set me back down on the pile. My new name was 'I already told you that I don't need another disciple, my religion is well on its way'.
It became dark and then light again ten times. I started to worry that I would get buried in the pile, because other things had been stacked around me. Lopsided and Brown Face-Circles must have been very angry at each other, all the time, because they always attacked each other.
At last, the female giant with long, curly, black head-fur from before came in and made lots of noises, and Lopsided made them back, and they both made funny faces but they didn't get quieter, so I wasn't afraid that they would attack each other. She picked me up and read my new name, and she must have been angry at Lopsided for giving me a less-stupid name, because she got louder. Eventually, she threw her torso-sticks in the air and held me sideways and started to tear and it hurt so very, very much…
The two torn pieces of paper fluttered into the wastepaper basket, and Cuddy stormed out of the room.
At least it had died in its most favorite, pretty, glass place.