Hours upon hours of discussed work, with the addition of some frequent unbelievable-yet-funny-comments.
"What? So we are actually doing that?" Questioned Teresa, with her brows furrowed at Jacks.
"Well yeah, I think its great! Right Dracks?" He looked towards his green,twin brother.
Simply, Dracks nodded.
"All I think is that...Isn't it a tad dangerous?" She stated.
"Nah, doesn't matter as long as we follow the plan!" Jacks grinned at her.
I felt entirely uncomfortable with that and my stomach lurched with uneasiness.
"Fine! Fine then.Your idea, not mine." She huffed. I was quite surprised at her silent tantrum she was pulling off, since I could see her face turn a dark blue.
"So,we've got all of this wrapped up?" Amber smiled at nobody, just happy that everything was sorted with here being blind and all.
"Eeyup!" Jacks cheered."Mhm," hummed Dracks."Right." Nodded Teresa."I think so?" I answered.
Everyone except Amber gave me that look. "Jeeze! I think it will go without any troubles." I grumbled, feeling like the odd one out.
"Alright people! Lets get movin' then!" Jacks clapped his hands together, before flying off down to the places he was supposed to be in.
Teresa took off as well, with the paper that had the plan on it.
Dracks took Amber by her slightly melted wrist and dragged her with him.
Now for me, I quickly flew through halls and rooms, gathering as much rotten meat or anything consumable that I could hold.
As I floated into the dining hall, my head was quick to turn away from the sight of the yellow stains on the floor board as well as a pistol with it.
I sighed heavily, remembering the faithful memories of Matthew. My regrets of that he died still mourn within me.
If only...if only Teresa could love me more than him.
I shimmied my way towards the mouldy,dirty and pest filled table. Of course, I had to shoo them off and away from the food.
I would have vomited if it were not for the fact I was unable to consume anything at all.
It took at least an hour for me to actually pick up the disgustingly rotten,old and mouldy food.
"Yuck..." I groaned and took the bits of food into my hands and piled it up with the rest of the sack of food I had.
"Someone has to do the dirty work!" I thought to myself.
I reached for the last plate, to take the last bit of meat only to be taken aback by the strange television box at the very end.
"Weird..." murmured myself to myself. Curiously, I tapped the screen of it, only to be frightened by the flash of coloured lights.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed in a scared way. After my sudden shock, I looked back to the screen of the television.
"PLEAZE INZERT KODEZ" it read. "How totally not ominous." I sighed.
My eyes were quick to have noticed a tiny remote next to the television. Hesitantly, I took it into my hand and blew away the dust.
I turned it towards the television and pressed the button that had the number one on it.
On the screen, the same number appeared. Experimentally, I pressed the next number, which was two.
What happened was that the number two appeared on the screen as well.
I pressed another two buttons, three and four; the screen flashed three and four.
Alarmingly, it began to have beeped rather loudly. "ARGH!!!" I groaned. My fingers shakily started to press other random buttons justne to make that damn thing stop.
Finally, with my efforts,it stopped. I sighed with relief.
I did not understand what I had to do with the TV now, curiously stunned by it.
That was when it clicked in my mind. "That's it!" I exclaimed. "Maybe it's the age of the dynamite!." I thought.
Well, I thought of this because I remembered the age of that dynamite I found, plus it was cleverly hidden.
I pressed the buttons for the numbers. One...eight...six...zero! The television happily beeped and flashed, "AKZEZZ GRANTED".
My lips tugged upwards into a smirk, as I watched the TV's screen.
"WELKOME JOHN MAKKERY" "John Makkery?" I looked to the painted portraits and eyed the man who looked like Matthew.
"Hm..." I hummed into question, before I had looked back to the TV again.
"OPERATE? Y/N" I looked at the remote, and used the arrows to press "Y".
"Huh..." I blinked and continuously stared aimlessly at it.
"ZELEKT KHOIZE Plan A:Y/N? Plan B:Y/N? Plan Z:Y/N?" It had given me a few options of..."plans".
Of course, I was confused as hell. I looked to the remote and selected the first option, which was Y to Plan A.
"BEEP!" It seemed to have sounded, as it began to have glitched with an array of pinks, blues, greens and reds.
"So uh, we're about to uh SKRRCCCCHHHHH our product-well uh...sam..sample!" A voice told me, as I watched the screen flickered and then show me men in greyish coats with helmets and goggles on. They were next to some glass box that held a small, brown and white goop.
"Johnathan, don't be so hesitant, be PPHSHSHSHSSSSSHHHH confident!" The other man who was next to him, spoke to the guy. This one had a short, scruffy beard with a curved moustache.
"R-right s-sir! Well...well we've developed the slimy specimen! So far...we've got it to basically absorb anything and everything." He explained.
"That's right! The only problem I-I-IIIIIIISSSHHEDHDHDHDNDNPPHFHFFFFFFSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH" It glitched a whole lot, until it just turned itself off.
The loud, corrupted noises from the television that had erupted the conversation as well as stopped "Plan A" from being viewed.
That was what had really went and gave fuel to my anger.
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Seeing Through Lies/DISCONTINUED/
General FictionPeter Smith was just your regular teen,dying due to not much of needed reasonings. Now he's not so regular, ever since his life after death. As he awoken in his new world, he discovered that he lived in an empty yet lively with secrets and mystery m...
