A Flight Experience

What was the point.

1, 2, 3.

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Home.

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I'm going home.

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Screaming is all I could hear the second I got there. I thought it was because of me, no one has been a talking plastic container before. But, that wasn't the problem at all. I could smell smoke. I heard people crying, calling they're loved ones telling them how much they loved them. The Looks on their face was pure terror. I stood there as the sicking, dreadful, feeling of realization starts to set in.

The plane was going down.

There's nothing I can do.

I'm going to die here.

I didn't cry, I didn't scream. I just stood there. My heart felt like it was being squeezed apart, torn. Torn apart. Like Someone was just trying to rip out and untangle the knot in my stomach. I reflect on my life. I've let it all go to waste, I did nothing special other then compete in a game show. I had so many chances to run off away from this plane before hand but I didn't. This was the reality I live in now. This was how it was going to end for me.

I knew I would only be a causality and dying was normal so, why had I felt so sad? So terrible like I was leaving Someone alone. I was leaving someone behind. Atom. My closest friend in that game show. I was going to die without seeing them one last time. Tears blurred my vision and I started to cry. This wasn't fair. I want to live. I NEEDED to live. But I couldn't do anything about it. I sat down and brought my knees to my chest. I open my mouth to say one last thing.

"I'm so sorry.."

The sound of screams became louder. The sound of crashing rung though my ears as I could feel fire burn my skin, I tried to scream but I can't. I'm too tired. I've worn myself out. I feel my plastic body melt away and fall apart. The rotting food inside my head Starts to fall out. It hurts but it feels relieving. The screams stop, the disgusting smell of smoke from the fire and the metal smell from the blood that dropped out from the humans burnt wounds. Everything goes dark, but I hear someone calling out my name. The small voice I can always recognize.

"Airline Food?"

"It's time to Wake up, next challenge is starting!"

The legs and the arms of the container force Airline food up. He stared at the Atom. It was all a dream. Airline Food turned to the Atom who was yelling for him.

"Cmon AD!! We gotta do this!"

Airline Food steps forward. This doesn't feel real. Was it real? His body turned to look at the Radio and the cabin. It looked just like the plane. Was he Back? Atom continued to Tell for him. When Airline food didn't come closer the sound of his voice became more forceful.

"Dude, come on! We don't have time for this!"

Atom sounded angry. It was almost terrifying. Airline Food didn't step closer, he backed away. The room around him started to fall apart like glass, shattering and falling into the dark, endless, ground. Atom wasn't anywhere to be seen. The room started to mold into different colors and shapes. The colors were bright. He covered his eyes and started to run. He didn't know where but somewhere safer. Tears streamed down his face. His body was shaking uncontrollably. Too much was happening. Was there Even an escape to this.

Voices of the other contestants echoed. Begging him to stop running from them. They needed his help to get free. They called him selfish for leaving them there. Airline food turned around to see what was yelling at him. It was a merge muck of the contestants he saw at the plane before he left. It looked like it hurt, mushed up all into one thing made him wanna vomit.

Airline turned back around. Trying to run away but he didn't get far. The mush stretched out its limbs until it grabbed onto airline foods leg. He fell over and was being pulled towards it. Airline food tried grabbing onto the floor, anything to keep him from being sucked in. Even after all the effort he was consumed by it.

The plastic container was falling. How? No idea. All he knew was he was falling and he could land any moment. The room was pitch black but after a few minutes green 1's and 0's appeared on the wall. He tried to read the code on the wall but he hit the ground hard. Airline food gasped and grabbed onto his leg. Whining in pain. His leg was broken. He thought it was going to be much worse but it wasn't. He was fine for the most part.

He looked around the room. It all seemed normal. Or it did. Something had caught his attention. In front of him was a manilla file folder. The Folder's limbs were 3D, but also low quality and it had jagged, pixelated edges. Airline knew him. It was the folder from the competition. Airline started to back away.

Folder turned around.

"..Are-..Are you actually Folder?.."

"...Hello! My name's Folder! I can help you with all of your regular daily computer needs! I've got songs,-" He continued to blurt out random information. Like he always did. Airline food normally hated it when Folder spoke. But this time was different. Airline food crawled his way over to folder and hugged onto him, or at least tried to.

"Folder, do you know how to get out of here?.."

He had hope that folder would know something. Or at least be able to help.

"I'm not quite sure I understand."

Airline food didn't take that well. He brought his legs up to his chest again and sobbed. This was his life now. Stuck in an empty room with a goddamn computer assistant.

Hours passed, he was still there.

Days, months, years.

This was the reality he lived.