Flipping Anaesthesia onto the table and pressing said button made things easier but she managed to scratch me with those long nails and kick me and miss her aim, thank god. After that she could not move anymore because shackles came out of the table, faster than you could blink, and she shivered twice before she stilled. She was knocked out, not dead- I checked, she was still breathing.
For some time, there was no noise.
I kept expecting something more. The panels and the ‘computer’ turning into a robot? Doing the same thing to me? Nothing happened.
Just silence. Then Thumbelina called out and I picked her up and placed her in the glass box connected to the headrest on the table. The machine buzzed and a column of light passed from the glass box into Anaesthesia. Then I keyed in the code she’d told me about. Seemed so easy. Turing people into things and back. So easy. Unbelievable.
“Done,” I whispered as the little doll went limp and Anaesthesia woke up screaming in agony. I helped her up, she was panting and breathing heavily.
Impossible, impossible things. Unbelieveable. Where was the science in this?
My parents were wasting their money on expensive education.
Anaesthesia calmed down after a while and stared up at me with an awe-struck expression, her gray eyes weren’t glowing green anymore. She looked just about shell-shocked as me, probably. I hadn’t seen my face for a while.
“Tony?” Something wacked my left cheek. I looked down at Anaesthesia, taken aback.
“Why you’re welcome.”
She grinned at me “Thankyou.” Then she whispered, “ You aren’t dreaming.”
I looked her over. I wasn’t dreaming but this wasn't reality. And her outfit was really very distracting.
I turned away and walked towards the machine’s main controls as I took off my jacket and handed to her. “ Put it on and tell me how to turn this off.”
“Why?”
“You like the promiscuous look you have on?”
She looked down at the floor and tried to hide her crimson cheeks in her messy, long hair. I smirked and started inspecting the monstrous panel-thing.
Anaesthesia came up beside me, jacked zipped up all the way and placed her palm on a scanner I hadn’t noticed. The panel with hexagonal design on it slid open.
“This is the key into a lot of the portals here.”
“The teleportation?”
She nodded. “But we can’t go back the way we came.”
“ Um, where is the “master”? ”
“I don’t know, never seen him before. He speaks through the portals or the crystal ball sometimes.”
“Really into theatrics isn’t he?” I followed her out of a brown door that suddenly popped up when she held up the wooden box and two fingers for scanning.
“No- wait, I don’t- ” I protested. Her lips drew into a thin line. We flashed past somewhere and I may have been mistaken but, it felt like something flashed past us as well.
If we kept going through these things, I wasn’t going to last very long.
“Sorry, without my soul, the system’s gotten weaker.”
Anaesthesia stood up and dusted herself off of invisible dust. I looked around.
“We’re in another garage.”
“My house’s garage. We need to get away from here.”
She still hadn’t told me anything.
“Um, it’s your house.” I said, annoyed. Couldn’t she give me some sort of warning before we got teleported?
“That’s why we have to go. The inside of it is probably infused with all of the magicky stuff. The master could pop in anywhere.”
So we were going back to grandma’s.
“Are we still in the same country?”
“Ya.”
Instead of just a tiny toy, this time I had a real live girl with me. This was going to be hard to explain. I hope grandma got really drunk before she got home.
“Where are we?”
She didn’t answer. She was walking around trying to look at too many things at once.
“Hey... Thumbelina?” I really wanted to get out of enclosed spaces.
“Let’s go out.” She said softly as she took a little too long to turn the doorknob, feeling, savouring the feeling. I think. Never seen people savouring doorknobs before. I think I was smiling as we walked out, it in the middle of the night outside. The lawn looked like a bit out of a lush, green forest floor, left to the wilderness. She took in a deep breath, and punched me.
“Oww.”
“Just checking if it’s real.”
“It isn’t.” I scowled at her. She spun around and hugged me really hard and kept muttering thankyous under her breath. I tapped her head softly and hugged her back, quite relived at any rate, that none of us were toys.
“Yeah, not welcome though.” I said quietly, “Where are we? And, shouldn’t your dad be in your house? Where is he?”
Anaesthesia stiffened and slowly let go and looked to the ground.
“Anaesthesia?”
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Humor"Ofcourse one believes a very frustrated six year old about a talking headless Barbie doll. All I got was an earful about how bad a brother I was and the next day I didn't get any fudge for breakfast. Because I was SUCH a bad boy, making excuses to...
