The Theory of the Hole - VsauceXreader

A secret room

" Okay, so this is a part of a secret entrance," Michael said with a sch-finger on his whispering mouth. "You may not tell anyone about this". You nodded and crossed your heart. You were at a public library so people were walking around you in the silence among the high bookshelves. Michael looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was spying on us. He pulled out a book on a shelf. Opened it. It wasn't even a book. It was some kind of case with a code and a key inside of it. What you thought were pages was just wood.

"Cool," you whispered.

"Sch!". He put the book back and took your hand. "This way". Omg, you thought. Michael is holding my hand. He led you out to a narrow room with cleaning detergents and old brooms. "Hold this," he said and gave you a test tube sealed with a stopper. The liquid inside of it was glowing in pink with small bobbles.

"What's this?" you asked.

"You'll see". Michael crawled under the shelf so he was lying on the ground. You heard a key go into a locker and something opened. A few moments later he was gone. "Come in, (Y/n)!" he said from inside the wall. You got down on your knees and hands to the dust and dead spiders. What if this was all a trap and you were now gonna get kidnapped or something?

"Michael?" you yelled because it was all dark in here. Only the weird, pink liquid from the test tube lightened up the pipes and spider web.

"I'm here," a low sound suddenly appeared under the floor.

"Is this Alice in Wonderland or some shit?"

"Just go left and down the ladder". You did as he said with the test tube in your mouth. It was just as dark down here. The sound of your steps echoed and water was dripping somewhere behind you. Michael lit a blue gas lamp, so the only thing you could see was his flying face in the dark until the light got bright enough for you to see the tall walls around you and a nasty, blue plastic bag that hang on a nail in the wall.

"What is this place?" you asked.

"It doesn't have a name."

"But isn't this your laboratory? Where are all the machines and lab-stuff? It's just a dark room full of pipes and dust."

"This? This is not my laboratory," he laughed as if I didn't understand anything. "This is where I keep my food."

"Bruh."

"I've always lived in this library. My mom left me when I was around six or seven. She drove me to a field and said that I should take care of myself. When she was gone, I walked for many days and found a homeless guy. He showed me how to live in buildings without living in the rooms of the buildings. He showed me how to crawl through pipes and ventilation shafts. He died because of alcohol addiction, so I had to find my own place which became this library," Michael said with creepy eyes.

"Is that why you're so clever?"

"Yes, I've almost read all the books in this library three times," he said and reached his hand down the little, blue plastic bag, to grab a sandwich.

"Did we go all the way in here just to get your food?"

"Yes."

"Cool," you said sarcastically. "But can we please find your laboratory and make that little spaceship so we can defeat that monster and play Wii Sport?"

"Sure," Michael said and climbed up the ladder with a sandwich in his mouth.