The thumbdrive

Now we are here

The bus.

Screaming.

A blackmist

Shaking.

Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible.

No escape.

My eyes flew open. I sat up straight gasping for air. Cradling my head, i waited for concious to become more aware of what was happening. I looked around. What a weird place. Students lay around me slowly waking up as well. We were all together in a enclosed room. It was plain, suspiciously plain, a dull grey color. And though it was completely enclosed room, somehow it was also lightened. Like I said. Weird place.
"Welcome. Living creatures."
I nearly jumped, and I could tell others felt the same.
"Please change into to the clothes presented to you."
"What clothes?" Someone spoke incredulously.
"Maybe those." Someone else pointed out some folded "somethings" in the front of the room.
One of the boys hesitantly picked it up.
A hole opened in the wall. He let out a tiny yelp, trying unsuccessfully to mask it as a cough. He looked warily at the new developement. We all joined him. Although from a ways back.
"Please enter your changing room." The voice commanded. Emotionless. Kinda of testy if I'm being honest. Apparentely the boy must have though so too.
"Um, I really don't think-"
"PLEASE ENTER THE ROOM. OR. ELSE."
Looks like there wasn't a choice. He stepped forward. The room slowly closed behind him, he looked back with a half-scared face before it sallowed him whole.
It was silent. Then.
"Other earthlings left, please porceed to do the same."
No one moved.
"Now."
We all woke up, collecting the grey thing. Stepping into the room that opened up. What was happening?

The "changing room" was even smaller up close, almost like a big closet. I looked at the grey clothes(?) thingy, but while it somewhat resembled fabric i didn't know how it was supposed to change into it.
The voice came back on, and this time I did jump, bumping my head on the close walls.
"Please change into the wkf inv in a tinely manner. Remove all accessories and extra add ons. you will not be needing them."
"Okay." I mumbled, this was even weirder than before. What was this thing "wfk inv" anyway? But I did it, who knows what would happen if I didn't? I took off my shirt and pants and shoes and coat unsure of what to do next, suddenly the frabric lurched, wrapping around me.
"Ah!!" I tired to get away, not sure i could.
But it settled forming something like a loose bland grey jumpsuit. No pockets, no layers, seemingly very flat. It seemed to go further than normal clothes though. Going a few inches past my wrist, almost all the way up my throat, and a little past the heel of my foot. They all ended with a tight black ring. It reminded of handcuffs. Another way opened up. I looked up. Not going to pretend, this was very scary, and very suspicious I couldn't just keep doing what they said forever, but I was also eager to get out of the enclosed changing room. I turned back to grab my old clothes, they were gone. The pit in my stomach started growing. This whole thing made me uneasy, this was a bad sign. Still I pressed forward.
Up ahead there was a huge crowd of kids, like alot, and not just from my class. I followed the crowd, but then I heard a commotion from the side. Too curious, and ready to see some action, I followed the noise to it's source. There was one of the few boys I knew in class. He was doing something loud,fighting behind a shattered glass wall. Too curious to resist I stepped through it, a few students joined me. There we saw it, Beandon was clinging to his smart watch the black glob from the wall, (which sort of thing I was unfortunately getting used to) was playing tug of war with him. "Give it black you stupid piece of emo play do." I muffled a snicker, under my breath  I gotta admit that was a funny insult. My type of humor.
The voice came on. "You will not. Be needing it."
"I will, I will! and do you know how much that thing costs!!!!!"
"You will not being needing such useless machinations."
"Just. Urgh. Give it!!"
Then something even creepier than the last few hours happened. The black glob crawled past the watch and it absorbed itself into his inside palm. He stopped. Suddenly. And stood completely still, almost unblinking. A complete contrast from literal seconds ago. I shivered, freaky.
My eyes turned toward the corner of the room. It had all the clothes and things everyone had- including mine. I ran toward mine, vaguely recognizing the design.  I know it was sort of silly, but I held onto those pants, I really liked those pair, and it felt wrong to have them taken. I grasped them tighter.
But wait, there was a clump. I felt the shape around. Oh my gosh it was my thumbdrive. I can't believe it's still there (barely).
Still, though did it actually mean anything? Should I do something? Could I? Really?

"Please let go of your meaningless worldly possesions, you are being liberated."
Forget my thumbdrive. What the heck did that mean?!? The pile started being swallowed by the wall. Unconciously the thumbdrive dropped into my hand, either gravity or destiny sparing me the choice.
"Hey!"
I nearly protested. But, what could I really do, protest like Beandon? should I ask them about the thumbdrive or something, give it to them? I didn't know what to do, so as usual I did nothing, but I guess that ended doing something anyways, the loose barely holding on little thumdrive, somehow making it this far, went a little farther. Slipping into my fingers. I looked up, around, but everything else was gone. One way or another it was too late. For any sort of takebacks.
"Please proceed to the line for liberation."
The thumbdrive lay still in my hand.
"Wait-"
"Now."
The black globs formed from the wall. Everyone quickly moved into line formation. I did too. The thumbdrive loosely concealed by my grip. We walked forward, all of the kids.
In a straight line. Then we came to another blank room. But as soon as we stepped in, it transformed, into a factory kind of. With like an assembly line and everything.
"Line up in the quadrants." We did. With the barest sense of what a quadrant was, and even less of what the freak was happening. I gave a small look back, at the exit and entrance as they closed up. The conveyor belt jerked to life.
"Please follow the demostration"
The black oog from the wall formed a hand picking up the object, the conveyor belt moved forward again revealing another object. We winced as he smashed it with the one in hand.
"Now you do it."
We all picked up the objects, hammers, screwdrivers, switchblades, bulky books and more. I suddenly realised I still had the thumbdrive in my hand and no where to put it if i wanted to still keep it. No pockets, nothing tight to slip it into. Thinking quickly I tucked into the crook of my elbow holding my left arm in a awkward position to keep it from falling out. As long I (slightly awkwardly) kept my upper arm up and slightly bent, gravity (which seemed to exist so far) would keep it put.
The next hour, was almost silent though not really. But the only noise persistent clanging. It was the most terrifying and boring experience I had ever been in. Honestly it was such a odd combination. My nerves were on edge despite everything. There was just this icky black dark feeling of numbness and it felt wrong. I couldn't take it, maybe I was insane, but I had to see what would happen if I stopped.
So I did. Nothing. I stayed still for a good minute or so but nothing changed. Was anyone seeing this. I turned to my neighbor.
"Hey, do you- uuah."
They didn't react. Whatsoever.

Something, something was really wrong, their skin had this weird black-greyish sheen to it. It seemes to spreading, almost growing.
And there eyes. Oh my gosh. The eyes were just gone. You looked at them, and you could tell there was nobody in there. Horrified I took a step back.
"Prepare for the next step of liberation."
Okay. Okay. I was panicking, but maybe this wasn't as bad as this looked. If I played along long enough. I could get a break somehow, or maybe people would go back to normal. Eventually. right! Right at that moment in internal crisis. I heard two snips. I looked at the end of the room as people were exiting they were getting the "next step of liberation". Hair cuts. Snip snip. Buzz cuts basically.

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It was absolutely ridiculous, but that was it. That was my breaking point. I was getting out of here. But the only exit was the buzzcut line. Oh wait, for some reason this room seemed to be  mimicking a factory line as close as possible there was a vent large enough for me to crawl through on one just above the conveyor belt. I grabbed a screwdriver before the conveyor belt took all the items away.
One of "misted" students looked. At me. 
"I need it for liberation I told him." He blankly stared. Just like all my attempts at communication and socialization I reflected briefly.

Then I scrambled to the vent. Starting to twist the screws, not sure if any logic I managed to scrape up would work in this wacked out place. Finally I got the first screw off, beginning with the second again. But as I started suddenly I heard ominous thumping. I looked both ways the line was almost gone, but the wall seemed to be trembling. My mind suddenly sparked to life. Someone was coming. I began to screw faster. Unsure if i was doing anything. The nosies were getting close, so close I could heard them talking. So close, too close. The second bolt came off, my hand was aching with how I desperately struggled to will the third screw off. I was so close, but they were so close. I just knew something bad would happen if they caught me daring to go against them like this. I willed the third to come off, I was close. But they were already here!