Choose Your Own Adventure: Firefly Edition

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Once everyone was done eating, your group returned to the living room. One of your friends had asked when RJ would be done, but all they got was an inconclusive answer of "a couple hours." Mother Firefly suggested that you just stay the night. It was already late, and who knows if your car would even be fixed by morning. The bickering among your friends resumed. The majority wanted to get the hell out of this house as soon as possible, but they were reminded of the fact that you had no place to go.

So it was settled, Mother Firefly began assigning rooms for your friends to share with the family, ignoring the protests to let all of you stay together in the living room. Luck must have been on your side, for you were paired with Tiny.

You were surprised when you were the only one out of your friend group being led to the basement rather than upstairs, but Baby (who was leading you down the stairs) informed you that there weren't enough bedrooms upstairs, and Tiny's room was in the basement. You weren't surprised about the fact that the house didn't have enough bedrooms for all of the family members (seeing as there were so many of them), so you decided not to question it.

Tiny's "bedroom" was quite odd; for one, there was a chain-linked fence blocking off half of the room. It was empty save for some old, stained sheets and clothes. Again, you didn't want to ask any questions about why some dirty laundry was chained off. There was a mattress that looked much too small for the 7 foot tall man, and the heater took up much of the space. Tiny's tall stature didn't help the room seem less cramped.

You saw that he was sitting on a stool rather than his bed, and he waved a scarred hand at you upon your arrival. He twisted his hand and pointed on his bed, so you sat down. Tiny hadn't spoken once since you first saw him, and, along with the fact that he was horribly scarred, you assumed that he was mute or otherwise unable to talk. He made no move to use the notepad in his possession, and he didn't use any body movements to respond to anything you said to him.

After a long while of complete silence—too long for your liking—you announced that you were going to get some shuteye. Still no reaction. You laid down on the bed and turned your back to the giant, feeling it would be less uncomfortable to look at his steadfast form.

More time passed, and you heard the stool he was sitting on creak, followed by shuffling footsteps moving away from you. With a click sound, the room turned dark. He had only turned off the lights. The shuffling resumed, and it was growing closer to where you were on the bed.

You tried not to worry when you felt a large presence just inches from your face. "Tiny...?" you squeaked out apprehensively.

Silence. But only for a moment.

Only for a moment until two large hands suddenly wrapped themselves around your neck. You kicked and flailed at your assailant, but to no avail. Your strength was no match for Tiny's huge stature. You could feel your lungs burn as they screamed for air. Exhaustion soon washed over you, and you could no longer fight back.

The End