The Theory of the Hole - VsauceXreader

Ultraviolet Light and Daccromers

We'd gone through many ventilation shafts and Michael had typed many different codes into many different lockers. It had been a complicated maze inside the walls of the library.

"We're here now," Michael said and opened a white door with his fingerprint. You both entered the laboratory which looked kind of identical to Perry the Platypus' lab in Phineas and Ferb. Big screens, white surfaces, crazy machines and technology you had never seen before.

"Wow, Michael this is crazy!"

"Ikr," he said like it was nothing. You ran around and pressed buttons and drank weird liquids while Michael built the spaceship. You'd gotten a bit affected perhaps high by the medicals you drank and drifted away on the floor.

"Wake up," You heard someone say. "You've been sleeping for like three days."

"What? Sorry."

"I'm done with the spaceship. Wanna see?". You were still tired and all the bright lights in the lab were blinding you. You went into another room and Michael pulled a white blanket away from a gigantic thing. THE SPACESHIP OML.

"Dope," you said. "But how do we make it those sixty microns wide?"

"Now, this is the fun part. We both enter the ship and I tap this red button here," he said holding a remoter with many different buttons in many different colors. "Some ultraviolet light and different kinds of daccromers will hit the space ship. About three minutes later we'll be flying around this room like a dust particle."

"Is it safe?"

"Well, we have a 40% risk of dying because the daccromers might be negative when the beam hits the space ship," Michael said and explained many possible ways you both could die within the next five minutes.

"Shut up! let's just get in and kill that fucking monster already!" You said and opened the door as good as you could without fingers.

"Alright, alright". You went inside and the desk lit up. A female robot voice greeted you. "You have that pink fluid with you, right?" Michael asked, and took his seatbelt on.

"Yes," you pointed at your pocket in your pants with your meaty hand.

"Good, it's gonna come in handy later. Don't lose it."

"Alright," you said.

"When we come inside of the pores on your finger, we're going to need this," Michael said and pointed at a metal box on the back seat. "It'll be wild. You're gonna love it".

"And we need this too. But we're probably not gonna use it," Michael took something from behind his seat. It was a little pink box. It could easily be mistaken for being a candy box for children, you thought.

"Why aren't we gonna use it?"

"It's only for fucked up situations," he showed you the label on the little box which said, only for fucked up situations. He put it back in his jeans.