Henry Stickmin: The Extended Collection

Escaping the Prison

June 2009
West Mesa, Arizona, United States of America

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It was another generic day. I had been locked up for almost a year now. Enough was enough. I had to get out, and I would do it either now or never.

I would merely be sitting on my bed inside my cell, when suddenly two policemen would approach me from behind the cell door.

"Oi, you!"

I looked up at them.

"You're free to go."

I smiled at them, actually believing them.

The officer would laugh to himself as my happy expression was wiped away. "Not really. But you've got a package."

He would toss the package into my cell.

"Don't get your hopes up! We've already checked it for anything useful. Haven't we Dave?

"What?" Dave replied quickly, before coming to the realisation that he forgot to check the package properly. "Yeah, yeah! Of course I checked it. I mean if I didn't check it, I'd lose my job, and I don't wanna lose my job!" He laughed nervously to himself.

"See ya round." The other officer told me.

"Free to go. I thought that was pretty good, didn't you?" The officer would say to Dave as they walked away from my cell. At the same time I would open the box to see a "cake" open up, exposing many items hidden inside of it.

I withdrew a file from the fake cake, and examined the room for anything for me to cut. I chose the cell bars, slowly slicing through them.

As one of the bars fell, I would grab it and step out of my cell, unfortunately for me, one of the officers would hear this happen and dart towards me. Thankfully my reflexes were on point, hitting him cleanly round the face. At the same time I would flick the bar around another officer's face, running towards me with a taser.

In relief, I would drop the bar onto the manky floor, staring at the unconscious policemen at my feet. At the same time however, two extra officers would arrive on the same floor in the elevator.

"Aww tight!" one of them said as the elevator doors opened before locking eyes with me.

"Hey he's escaping!" the other shouted, pointing at me.

Before they could react, I would quickly dash into a nearby supply closet. It was dark and covered in cobwebs and other unsanitary things. I scoured around in search for something I could use to get myself out of this predicament, before laying eyes on a flimsy purple chair. I used it to boost myself up into the open vent above me, before crawling through the smelly shaft.

After what felt like years of crawling through uncomfortable darkness, I would resurface on the roof of the prison by breaking through the top of the vent.

I could already smell freedom as I stared at the flashing sun beating down on my skin. Was it really this easy to escape?

Searching for something to use to get down was easier than I anticipated, as I rummaged through a conveniently placed crate beside the vent.

I withdrew a pair of plungers from the box before stepping out to the edge of the roof. I tested the strength of the plungers by putting them on my face. They seemed strong enough.

The descent then began. One by one, I began using the plungers to slowly scale down the side of the penitentiary. And that was it. I was out. I honestly didn't know what to do after that. Go home? Hide?

I ultimately chose the former. I ran off into the sandy landscape as the cops were seemingly clueless of my escape. Henry Stickmin was back.