I followed where the wind blew my instructions, on a huge pile f broken pieces of buildings. It landed right on top and got stuck on something. I picked it up. "There you are." I turned around and heard a sound behind me. "I think I heard a whoosh," I said out loud to myself. I turned back around to find the source of the whoosh.
There came a light beeping. That's when I saw a person wearing a black hood with pink and blue stripes down the right side of her clothes. "Pardon me, but, uh...I don't think you're supposed to be here. The instructions clearly state, 'the work cite closes at six, hard hat zone only...'" I glanced back up at her to see that is isn't wearing a hard hat. "That's not protocol safety orange..." I flipped a page. "'If you see anything weird, report it immediately.'" I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, and clicked call. I put it up to my ear as it began ringing. "Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to report y-" She took her hood off to reveal the prettiest woman I've ever seen in my life. She has lovely black eyes, with the signature white dot in them, beautiful black hair with a pink and blue stripe in it to match her hoodie. And the way she stared at me made me break down completely. I couldn't tear my eyes off of her.
I barely heard the person on the other end of the phone. "Yyyyy-" was all i could get out. I just stared at her until she ran away. "M-miss! Wait! I'm sorry! I wasn't strying to scare you!" I jumped down and chased after her, tripping and stumbling down a hole I definetally didn't see. I hit every wall on the way down, went through a stright tunnel on my left, going back up for some reason, and back down. "Oh," I said. This is the strangest hole I've fallen down, and I've fallen down a lot of holes. That's what happens as a construction worker. You fall down holes. But none nearly as strange as this one.
I hit a spike, rather hard, at the end of a fall. "Ow!" I cried. I looked behind me to see the wall painted blue and decorated with ice cream cones, giant ones, and colorful spotlights. "Oh, that's not so bad!" I exclaimed as I started falling that way. My hard hat fell on my feet, knocking me the other way, down a tunnel with spikes and an eerie red light. I narrowly avoided all the spikes. I'm pretty sure I died at one point but it was hard to tell with me getting poked in multiple spots. "Ow!" I cried as I hit the ground. I get up before my hard hat hits me again, knocking me back down. "Ow!"
I lied there for a second before getting up a little bit. In front of me sits the strangest thing I have ever seen in my life. There is a cluster of yellow-ish crystal, with a large, red piece I have never seen before. Strange. "Come...here..." came a creepy, whispery voice.
"What do i do?" I whispered. "I don't have my instructions."
"Touch...the...piece..." came the same, creepy voice again. I stared at it for a moment. "I feel like I should touch that," I said. I feel strange. I feel like I'm being pulled, like that rope dance move, to the weird piece. It's almost like...I have no will of my own.
...Nah! That's crazy! That can't happen...right? I stood up, dusted my clothes off, and began walking slowly towards the weird piece. "Touch...the...piece..." the creepy voice said again, louder. I slowly reached for the weird piece, lining my hand up to touch the very top. "Touch...the...piece..." I bit my lip and touched it.
My entire body feels weird. I think my legs gave out but I can't feel them. In fact, I can't feel anything. I closed my eyes and saw something weird. I see a strange man with blinding white eyes, citing something. "A Special One, witht he face of yellow, will make the piece of resistance found, from it's refuge underground..." he said before fading out. I see a strange creature, coming from...somewhere, looking like something upstairs? "Now it's your turn to be the hero..." came a voice I didn't recognize, and I didn't see a face. I heard th poetic citation again. I saw my hand touching the weird block, then everything went dark.
"Hey!" I heard a faint voice call. Did I leave the tv on? "Come on, wake up! DId you find the Master Builders?" There was a pause, I think, before the voice became really loud. "Wake up!" he cried.
"Good...morning, apartment...?" I said, opening my eyes.
"WAKE UP!" he yelled, shining a light into my eyes. I screamed, out of reflex, and jumped away. "Where did you find the Piece of Resistance?" he asked.
"The Piece of...what?" I asked.
"The Piece of Resistance!" he repeated, yelling. He growled and charged a chair. "I don't know what your talking about!" I cried.
"Sure you don't, Master Builder!" he replied.
"M-Master...Builder?" I asked.
"You mean you don't know?" he asked.
"Know what?" I cried.
"'Know what?'" he repeated, mockingly. "Real clever, Master Builder!"
"What is a Master Builder?" I asked.
"You never heard of a Master Builder?" he asked, jumping on the table, nearly knocking me over.
"N-no?" I replied, nervous. What does this guy want from me? And why am I shackled to a chair? "You never heard of the Piece of Resistance?"
"No?"
"Or the Prophecy?"
"What prophecy?" I asked.
The man growled at me, jumped off the table, and began wrestleing the same chair from before. "I, uh..." I said, wincing at the crashes from the chairs. "I watch a lot of cop shows on tv. Isn't there also supposed to be a-" I flinched away from the crash. "Isn't there supposed to be a-" The chair hit the window and the cop elbowed it on the floor. "Isn't there supposed to be a good cop?" I asked finaly.
"Oh, there is," he said. He turned his face around to reveal a pleasant looking man with glasses and a smile. "Hello there, friend!" he said in a much more pleasant voice. "Would you like a glass of water?" He put a cup of water on the table.
"Yeah, yeah, actually," I said, smilling and jumping towards the cup.
"Well, too bad!" the first, angry cop said, smacking the water off the table, spilling it everywhere. I frowned. I actually really wanted that water.
"We found this," the angry cop said, turning on a screen in the corner of the room. "You were found convulsing with the Piece of Resistance at the construction site." On the monitor, it showed an infrared person, most likely me, spinning in a strage pattern. I looked away from the screen. "That's disgusting!" I cried.
"Then, tell me, why is it permanetly stuck to your back?" the cop asked, pointing the controller at me.
I slowly turned my head to see the weird, red piece from before stuck to my back. I screamed a few times and slammed it against the table, knocking it over, and rolling on the ground. When it didn't come off, I struggled to pick myself back up, saw that the nice cop from before was back, and hopped over to him. "Please! You have to believe me! I don't know how this got on my back!"
"I believe you!" he said cheerfully.
"Oh, thank you," I sighed. The the mean cop came back, next to me, and made quotations. "I 'believe' you too. You see these quotations I'm making with my claw hands? It means I DON'T...believe you!"
He jumped on me, nearly knocking me over. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. "Why else would you have it three days before President Business destroys the whole world with the Kragle?"
"President Business destroy the world?" I asked. "But...he's such a nice guy! And Octan makes great stuff! Like coffee shops, restaurants, cars, history books, voting machines..." Voting machines? We've never voted for anyone after President Business went into office. "...wait."
"You're joking," the cop said.
"I'm just an ordinary guy," I tried. "In fact, I'm late to meet up with my friends. They're probably missing me right now! They're probably like, 'Where's Emmet?' 'Where's my friend, Emmet?'"
"I don't think so," the cop said.
"Why don't you go and ask them?" I tried. "I'm sure they'll tell you!"
"How about this then?" the cop asked, turning the screen back on, to a different video. "That guy?" Frank asked. The cop showed him a picture of me. "A criminal mastermind? Nah, he's not one of those for sure."
"See?" I said. The cop stared at me. "He's just a normal guy," Frank continued.
"Thank you," I sighed.
"Maybe...a little too normal," Frank finished. That caught my attention. I looked back at the screen.
"Yeah...I mean," Jim started, "He's normal, but...not like us. He's not...special."
"Who are we talking about?" Gail asked, holding a giant sausage. The cop's arm turned towards her, with the picture of me still. Gail squinted at it. "Wait, does he work here? Who is that guy?" she asked.
"Gail...doesn't...remember me?" I asked.
"He's not...that special." Jim said. "Look at Barry," the camera pointed at him, laughing, "he likes giant sausages. That guy likes giant sausages. He likes everything everyone else likes and...it's not that special. He just tries to fit in.
"When you say Harry, I go-" Harry started laughing really hard, messing up his hard hat a little. "When you say the other guy, I just go-" Harry stood completely still, a neutral expression on his face. My frown grew a little.
"I know him, but, like, zippy-zap about him," Sufer Dave said.
"We just talked earlier," I mumbled.
"He says yes to...everything," Frank said, coming back on screen. "And I do mean everything. It's like, he doesn't have his own opinion or likes or interests, or...whatever. He just agrees to everything."
"Yeah, I know him," Larry said. "He comes in here." He gave a customer a coffee cup. "That'll be fourty two dollars." He started cleaning a cup. "I mean...honestly, that guy is like a blank slate. It's like if...nothing is going on in there. It's like he has no mind of his own. He thinks my overpriced coffee is the best thing in the world, thirty to fourty dollars for one cup. I mean-" he accepted the money from the customer, "-everyone has something that makes them special, right? Emmet...he's just...nothing."
The screen cut off to white static. "See?" I asked, my mood dropped. "I told you."
"I'm sure it's a perfect cover!" the cop growled.
"Cover? Cover for what? You saw what everyone thought of me!" I know I did. Maybe everyone really didn't like me. Maybe I was being..too normal.
"You heard me, Master Builder!" the cop yelled. "I can't break him," he said in a walkie talkie. "Take him to the Melting Chamber!"
"The Melting Chamber?" I asked. The cop ignored me and walked out the door. As soon as the door opened, a group of...robots? Robots? Robots...came in...came in and unshackled me from the chair, handcuffed my hands in front of me, and walked me to the...Melting Chamber.