Riddle Middle Two

Chapter 12: The Shipment

Phil (3rd person)

In the doorway were six tall humanoids in suits. Each one went to someone and shoved them to the floor. "What's going on?!" Phil asked, confused and startled. Phil was handcuffed and blindfolds were tied around his head. He could hear the muffled shouts of his friends around them, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Phil was hauled up and yanked towards the door. Phil didn't know where he was going, but he figured there was no point in asking. His friends didn't say anything either. Maybe their not even near me anymore... Phil thought. Since he couldn't see, he wouldn't know where they were. The humanoid handling Phil was being particularly rough, and Phil hoped that his friends were being treated gentler. Phil was shoved inside or something. He felt the vibrations of a few more things hitting the ground next to him. Maybe those are my friends, he thought.

The floor under him was carpeted with a rough material. Phil managed to sit up, then he scooted backwards until he touched a wall. The wall was cold and smooth. Phil lunged forward face first onto the carpet again. He tried to rub his blindfolds off, hoping they'd get caught in the carpet's material, but that didn't happen. "Hello?" Phil asked. The second after he finished talking, he was forcefully hit on the head with something. "No talking," someone said. The voice was distorted, so Phil assumed it was a humanoid. It sounded masculine. Phil felt around with his head for a while. He was sure he looked stupid, but that didn't matter, since his friends most likely couldn't see him. A whirring sound started, and he felt himself moving. He assumed that he was in a vehicle.

There wasn't any rocking, so Phil was able to continue crawling around on the floor. Since his hands were cuffed, this was easier said than done. He eventually felt something. A person. Even through the dark fabric of his blindfolds, Phil could see the bright light. Zack's fire. That told Phil that Zack must be in this corner. Phil had lost his sense of direction, so he didn't know exactly where Zack was, but he knew he was towards the back of the vehicle. The vehicle came to a sudden stop, and Phil was flung forwards. He crashed into someone and pressed them against the front of what felt like another smooth wall. Someone else crashed into Phil. He guessed Zack was the one pressing against him, but Phil wasn't sure who he was crushing. Phil felt himself being hauled up and carried out of whatever they had been in. After a minute of being carried, Phil felt the temperature around him change. It went from being warm to relatively cold. Phil was carelessly tossed into something else. It had what felt like, rough wooden walls. Phil felt some more things being tossed next to him. To Phil's pleasure, his handcuffs and blindfolds were removed. He heard a slamming sound as his eyes adjusted to the brightness.

Phil (1st person)

I'd been loaded into some sort of crate. The first thing I noticed was that Zack wasn't in it with me, while the rest of my friends were. AAA wasn't there either. There was a small gap big enough for me to see through. I looked out, and I could see a white wall and a grayish floor. "H-Hello?" I asked. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but nothing happened. "Phil?" Someone asked. It sounded like Pico. "I can't see anything," someone said. That was most likely Phred. It was extremely cramped in that crate, between the four of us, and I was bent into an uncomfortable position. I tried to kick the top off, but I wasn't strong enough. "We might be able to get out if we all kick or push this top part off," I said. "Okay," someone else said. Smiley. I was glad that Smiley didn't sound miserable. On three, we all tried to open the top at the same time. The top didn't budge.

"...I don't think that's gonna work," Pico said. "Yeah..." I said. I didn't want to crush my friends, but I was, and my friends were crushing me. At least none of us were on top of each other. "...Are we being transported in an airplane or something?" Smiley asked. "That would make sense," Phred said. "Where's Zack?" Pico asked. "I don't know, but it makes sense that they wouldn't put him with us in this wooden box," I said. There was a loud deafening roar, supposedly the engines of the airplane we were on, and we were moving again. The box we were in slid to the back of the plane. The roaring continued, and there wasn't really any point in trying to communicate. We rode through what I'm guessing was the sky for an hour or so, then it landed and we were loaded off.

None of us talking during this. I looked out of the gap, but all I saw was black. Suddenly, our box was flipped upside down as it was loaded onto something else. We were wheeled around somewhere, and eventually our box was loaded off of the cart thing we were on. We were taken inside of a building with familiar white walls. Our box was dropped onto the ground where the top, or bottom, I guess, was removed. I climbed out of the box, and my friends did as well. The door was already closed. There were a few cameras around the room near the ceiling. There was a separate room with toilets for once. There were three, each in stalls. There was a singular sink, no soap. We also didn't get any toilet paper.

The door opened again, and Zack was thrown into the room. There were a few sleeping bags, not enough for all of us. We all waited around, having nothing to do. I used the bathroom, since I hadn't been able to for a while, then I just sat next to Smiley for a while. She seemed a bit nervous, but nothing too bad. I tried my best to comfort her. A while later, the door opened again. The same humanoid. He came to me. "Um... Do you mind if I take you down the hallway for a second? I won't hurt you," he said. "Sure..." I said. "...Okay," he said. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me up from where I was sitting. I felt more comfortable around him than I would with some stranger. He led me out of the room and down the hall. We came to a another door which he opened with his hand using one of those pads. It had a table thing that you sit or lay on, like the one at a doctor's office. "Alright, just lay on that for me," he said. I did. He did some normal stuff, like using a stethoscope and whatnot. "Alright. Now, just swallow this," he said, holding out a pill. "Can I have some water?" I asked.

"Why?" He asked. "Um... To swallow the pill?" I said. "Oh, okay," he said. He gave me some water, and I swallowed the pill. "Now what?" I asked. The second after I said that, I started feeling a bit bloated. It went from a slight discomfort to excruciating pain very quickly. I felt over full, more than I ever had before. The pain only got worse, and I assumed the pill did something to my stomach. "...Um, is everything okay?" He asked. "I- I... What did you do to me?!" I asked, unintentionally yelling. "Woah, woah, calm down. What do you feel?" He asked. "I feel like my stomachs about to explode!" I shouted. "Oh, um... just drink this," he said, handing me a small test tube with a blueish liquid inside. I drank it, and my pain soon faded. The liquid had a slightly acidic taste, but nothing bad. "Alright, I'll take you back to the cell now..." he said. He held my shoulder and led me back. I could've gotten away from him, but I didn't, out of fear of getting shot or something. I got back, then I sat on the ground next to Smiley.