The Next Morning...
Duncan awoke at 10am, after his compulsory lie-in. He heard the sounds of children laughing and of birdsong. He shouted at the guards to turn the sound affects off. He had worked out long ago that the comforting sights, smells and sounds were another tactic of this insanely joyful world.
He heard clunks and whirrs underneath the floor.
This wretched planet had probably built him an automated puppet show or something equally as stupid in order to brainwash him and make him think 'Happy Thoughts' which was another way of saying that they wanted him to become a permanently cheerful minion of the Great Ruler. He knew that he only had to crack a smile and he would be released from his cell. However, he would do anything to avoid becoming a mindless servant and so was determined to resist all forms of temptation. The cell WAS nice after all - more like a 5-star hotel room than a prison cell! He slumped onto the soft, silky king-size bed and listened as the mechanical noises became louder. The floor began to vibrate. Duncan noticed that the plush carpet that covered the floor of his cell was being sucked down the edge of the room, leaving bare concrete behind...
Duncan jumped off the bed and went to go and look at what was happening to the carpet. As soon as his weight had left the bed, it too disappeared, folding away into the wall. Within minutes, all of the furnishings had disappeared from the cell and there was nothing more than cold,grey concrete left.
Seeing a split in the floor, Duncan went to inestigate it but, as he approached it, the two sides began to pull apart. Between them, was a gaping hole that had metal beams criss-crossing it like the tube map.
Our of the cavity rose what appeared to be a circular saw blade in a holder. The bracket holding it in place suddenly dropped it on the floor, after spinning it around for it to gain momentum. The holder disappeared into the floor which left the deadly wheel spinning all over the floor in all directions. Duncan was petrified. he tried to run away from the blade, but the walls, as if they had been expecting this, began to close in on him. In his last moments, before he was turned into human mincemeat, Duncan realised why he had seen a hosepipe outside the door to his cell when he was first taken there...
The Next Day...
Three life-forms from the planet 'Water' hosed down a blood-coated happiness-inducing cell, muttering about how pathetic and miserable the planet Earth and all its occupants were...
There you go Annahhh, I DO keep my promises ("I'll update by Friday, I promise!")! Also, if you hadn't updated your story by tomorrow, I was planning on having you meet the same sticky end as Duncan here (though withiut the aliens)... Anyhow though, your life and your sanity are both safe (though the latter is debatable!) and I am now going to have to find new black-mail for you to update Untimely Love. I wonder... *runs off to find circular saw...*
*Emily*
