The Runaway Beans: The Great Escape

The awakening

A can of Heinz Beanz on a shelf in a cold, dark cupboard. Nothing more.

'Abrakadabra, dancing spleens, I grant some magic to these beautiful beans'  sung a small, croaky voice from the inside of the cupboard. The sound of a chunky hop echoed through the vast walls of the dark oak wood cupboard for the first time in six centuries. 

A loud .+*POOF*+. and just like that, silence, once again.

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Aberforth

I opened my eyes. My eyes. Wait I have eyes? What am I? Where am I? What's happening?

I suddenly gain my senses to realize I am in fact completely engulfed in an orange sauce. I suddenly began to reach for the surface however my small, stumpy arm did not reach freedom. In an increasing panic I begin to climb on the orange, squishy rocks around me in an attempt to discover the surface. My lungs are collapsing, I am not able to hold my breath any longer. I fall onto my knobbly knees in defeat and reach out a final time just in case I had underestimated my chances. Just as everything starts to turn from fiery orange to black, I feel the tip of my fingers go cold. Air. Without hesitation I struggle to my feet and leap.

The disturbance of my body rising from the rocks around me caused them to fall and clash, make a dodgy, orange floor beneath my feet once I had landed. I wiped the sauce from my mouth and eyes and I could still not see a thing. I took the deepest breath possible and sighed, the relief of feeling the crisp air fill my aching lungs was incredible. I looked down at my hands that did not appear to exist, it was so dark that you would have to be practically holding something against your eyeballs to be able to view just the colour. I reached my arms out in front of me, now realizing that I must be surrounded by walls of some sort. I walk forward, making sure to put all of my attention into keeping my balance. I touch a wall. A cold wall. As I press my eye up to it I hear a voice behind me. 

'Hello?' it quivered. 

'Is anyone here?' 

I froze. How big must this container be if I had failed to notice something else dwelling inside? As I turned around I looked in shock as one of the rocks I had climbed on stared back at me, standing. The fact that the rock had these abilities was the last thing on my mind. I could see? What had changed? 

'Hello' said the rock whilst fiddling with its hands. 

It looked nervous. Did it know why we were here? 

'I'm Prudence' it said, slowly and carefully stepping on the other rocks to get nearer to me. 

'Do you know why we are here?' I asked Prudence. 

'No' she said. 'But he does' she turned and lowered her arm. 

With great force another orange arm protruded from the lava-like sauce. A buff looking rock rose from the depths of the container and stood proudly upon the many others below us. 

'Thank you, Prudence,' he said wiping his six-pack free from sauce.

'I am Vladimir, and you are?' he reached out a stubby hand that did not reach anywhere near me.

'I'm unsure' I say, stepping forward over a couple of rocks to even be able to touch the tip of his hand. 

'You look like an Aberforth to me,' said Vladimir, looking quite proud of the name he had come up with. 

'Do you know why we are here?' I ask, trying to hide the fact that I hated the name he had suggested, for it made me sound like some sort of Medieval warrior. 

'We are beans. In a can. On a shelf.' he said now with his arms pinned to his side.

What? So these aren't rocks, they are beans? Beans that I have been using to climb on even though they are in the same position as me? I feel evil. 

'Right Prudence, how are we going to escape?' queried Vladimir, now standing like a super-hero. 

Prudence shrugged her shoulders and they both stood there for a few seconds looking clueless. They seem to know each other already. I must be missing something, how do they know more than I? My mind is going mad. So many questions. So little answers. 

'Wait so we are in a can?' I break the silence. 

No reply. I turn back around to stare at the tin that surrounded us all, seeing my slender, bean figure in the reflection. A great sorrow filled my heart. How did I get here? How did we get here?