| Mondo Bungle |
06-27-2018 05:54 PM |
My dad and I were in a small house where all the surfaces were a cold and sickly greenish grey metal, including all the fixtures. He called me out from my room where I was lying on the floor on my back wondering where all my furniture had gone. I went out to see what was up, at which point he very deliberately directed my attention to a radiator-esque device that I nonsensically likened to an unpotted plant. He said he was heading out, then cranked a dial on the machine all the way to the right, saying it would be in our best interest to "thicken the air with abnormally heavy waves of radiation". After he left, I studied the machine while a growing yet untraceable sense of blindness and fear set in. I fiddled with the dial and the metal of everything in the place began to glow white and hot. Not hot to the touch, as it didn't burn, but the astronomically quick molecular motion was something I could just sense. The non-heat filled the air with a low buzz. I couldn't figure out what to do at this point, because I didn't want to disobey my dad. Suddenly a knock like a pressurized steam blast came from the front door, and I answered. Outside was a row of garages that didn't coincide with the setting. They existed in a way I couldn't quite figure. A pickup truck was parked out front, where a man would hop out of the bed to approach me, as if the door knocked itself. He asked me what coin I had and motioned to my left hand, then reached out to retrieve it. I wasn't holding a coin. But now he had my coin. He procured a power drill from behind his back and began loosening all the screws in the garage doors. The long, peculiar building then collapsed in on itself like an accordion. He came back to me, then told me that after my dad uses "it" to get out of here as immediately as possible. The man walked off, the truck had dematerialized at some point during this exchange. Back inside the house I fear that I am growing cancerous.
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