serial contraption of malice

PROJECT 02. AWAKE, MOVINGFINE

A/N Look it didn't even take a day.

    It took about ten minutes to get there. I was early so I decided to get some fries. It was slow so there were only two people working the counters and I could see one man in the back making the food. He was quite tall. I walked up to the counter and ordered from a short woman then retrieved my meal which was handed to me by a heavyset man whos name tag read Sam. He glared at me. I knew what he was thinking: stupid teenagers messing with our clientele. It was the same look I got right before they escorted me and my friends from countless other places. They made up little excuses like “You’re too loud and you are disturbing our other customers” or “You are not allowed to access our wifi when you have not purchased any food items” (although their claims were, most of the time, false).

    I walked with my food to the far corner of the restaurant and sat down, placing the medium fries in front of me.

    “Oh I forgot,” I said aloud and got up. “Katschup.”

    I walked over to the counter where the straws and napkins and condiments were laid out and grabbed one of those little paper cups and filled it to the top with the red tomatoey stuff. I then made it back to my seat and began munching hungrily on my fries. Just about fifteen minutes later Chris showed up.

    “Hey, Oliver,” he greeted.

    “Hi,” I said waving my arm. “Look,” I said holding up my bag with my Ipad and laptop in it up, “I brought ‘em.”

    He did a weird sort of smirk and also held up a bag. “Same here.”

    “Both your Iphone and laptop?”

    “Yeah.”

    I nodded. “Any new worlds you’ve been working on?”

    “No,” he replied. “I’ve been spending most of my time on ‘Fox101’”

    That was his favorite world on Minecraft. It was his first world and it had the most time put into it. It consisted of a town, an amusement park / obstacle course and a whole bunch of other things, ones that seemed like they were nothing alike but he somehow he made it all come together perfectly.

    “Added anything special?” I asked.

    “Just improvements to the town,” he said.

    “Like…?”

    “Just iron doors, pressure plates, Iron Golems, things like that,” He said. “Oh and some new buildings,” he added.

    “Cool.”

    Lynne and Alice walked in and we both welcomed them.

    “I made a floating mansion,” said Lynne excitedly.

    “It’s really cool,” Alice interjected.

    “Can we see it?” I asked.

    “Sure,” said Lynne pulling out her Ipad.

    While it was loading Alice explained what she had done.

    “I made a little ocelot shelter,” she said. “It’s like a animal sanctuary but with cats.”

    I nodded. “Sounds like you all have been busy.”

    Lynne and Chris nodded and Alice pulled out her Ipod.

    “Yup,” she said focusing on the screen.

    “And you?” asked Chris.

    I pulled out my laptop. “I made a modern house,” I said. “It’s got redstone doors and everything.”

    “Sounds cool,” said Lynne.

    “Yeah,” I responded.

    After we all showed each other our creations we talked for a bit. After a while Chris suggested we order. Everyone agreed and we stepped up to the counter. Lynne ordered first then Alice then Chris and lastly me. Chris and Alice had some form of a burger and Lynne ordered a salad. I asked for a chicken sandwich only, no drink or fries.

    When we walked over to the area at which we received our food everyone was given theirs first. We waited five minutes but I still hadn’t gotten my food. They finally decided to leave me at the counter because they were getting too hungry to wait. The minute they were out of sight a man appeared in front of the counter.

    “Chicken sandwich?” he asked in a monochromatic voice.

    This man was completely different from the man who had only thirty minutes ago given me my fries. He was short, pale, and extremely skinny.

I looked for a name tag but he had none.

    Looking at my meal I noticed a drink.

    “Excuse me,” I said. “I didn’t order any drinks.”

    He gently smiled at me and whispered, “It’s on the house,” before quickly walking into the back. I distinctly heard a door open then shut.

I shrugged it off and walked back to my seat. Weirder things have happened, right?

    I sat down with the rest of them and we ate and enjoyed our meal. I saved the drink for last.

    When the last bite of my sandwich had been eaten I stuck a straw in the lid and took a sip. It tasted like Pepsi but sweeter. Maybe it was that new Pepsi made with real sugar? I pondered what it could be in the back of my mind the rest of the time I was with my friends. About twenty minutes after we ate we said our goodbyes, gave our hugs, and disbanded.

    I got on my bike and strapped on my helmet. I began my journey down the side of the busy road. I was feeling much more tired than when I had gone there and estimated it would take a bit longer than the first time.

    After about five minutes I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. My steering began to get sloppy, my hands slipping and getting weak. Just before my eyes closed I could see the world shift to the left.

    I was veering out into the middle of the traffic cluttered road.

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