SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Ten - Alloy Digital

Charlie the Drunk Guinea Pig

"Wish me luck." I said as Ian raised me up the opening he cut through the pipe. My stubby toes felt the mushy inside of the drainage system, the mixed smell of poop and piss stank and the smell was too strong for my honker. I returned back to the opening, "Can you give me a nose clip? I think won't make it alive up there." I choked.

"Oh, I forgot." Ian dug his hand in his pocket then clipped my nostrils.

"Thanks." I said and began crawling deeper into the tunnel, the light on my head shone on the walls, brownish green masses stuck on the surface.

"Now this is what I call a shitstorm." I crawled into the dark straight pipe that seemed endless, filled with sludge all around with my bare toes sinking deep into them.

The pipe became narrower, my fur brushed against the walls and to make matters worse, I have a slight fear of closed spaces, being trapped in one gives me panic attacks as I would always imagine the walls closing in and squeezing the air outta me.

"U-uh I-Ian?" I stopped crawling, the size of the pipe only big enough to fit me inside.

"Yeah, buddy?" Ian's voice came from the headset clipped to my ear.

"The pipe became smaller and you know I'm scared of tight spaces." I whimpered.

"Oh shit." He said, "Just remain calm, you can do this."

"I-I don't th-think I can." My mind began playing tricks on me and the walls of the pipe seemed to close in, "Help, l-let me out." I whimpered.

"You can do this." Ian said.

I gasped for air, my claustrophobia was making me want to freak out and retreat, "Please, l-let m-me out, I-I can't do this." I cried, in any second I would scamper back to the opening, but there's something pushing me to continue.

"Don't panic," Billy's voice came from the earpiece, "Just imagine you're not crawling through a deep and dark pipe that could possibly get even smaller and get you stuck and could never get you out."

"THAT'S NOT FUCKING HELPING!" I bellowed.

"I believe you can do it." Ian said.

"I-I don't know."

"Listen, you are the bravest guinea pig an owner could have, and I'm glad to have found you in that dumpster, even though you've been a pain in the ass but I believe you can do this, do this for the guys." He calmly said, "—you even killed the landlord dozens of times."

"H-help me." I pled, my entire body shaking and the beam of my flashlight also shook violently. At the far end of the pipe, it stopped going horizontal but started going upwards, it was a full vertical shaft.

"You're our only hope in saving the others." Ian said, his tone became soft as if to convince me.

"I-I c-can't."

Ian sighed, "You know what? If you get this job done, I'll give you a week's supply of booze."

There, he said the five-letter magic word.

My ears moved, "Say what?" I asked him to repeat, I could be hearing things.

"I said I'll give you booze." He repeated.

"BOOZE?!"

"Yeah." He replied.

I shook my head then started walking again, "Alloy Digital, here I come!" I pushed forwards.