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Jack Pov
Jack was terrified, there's no short way around this. First he gets gassed out like an insect infestation, then he gets fed mystery ooze, sure the ooze tasted good, and he always had a full stomach since he's been caught, but that's not the point of the problem. The problem is that the gundam knockoff is a nightmare.
I rock back and forth silently while chewing on my nails. I know, I know weird coping, but I'm nervous and I'm going insane. I deserve a bit of nervous coping. It has been roughly 2 weeks since the weird alien thing picked up me and my family.The only reason I really know that the rest of them are here is because of Miko’s and Noah's sporadic escape attempts.
If they were here, the rest of the nut jobs should be too, and before you call me out for calling them nut jobs you got to remember all the crazy stuff that they've done, like that time Lennox started a bar fight or that time when Noah walked up to a strange man and called in a ”favor”, we don't know what the favor was for, but we just know that we didn't run into any problems after he called it in.
Now some may ask, how do you keep track of time? Simple really. I tear up the weird foil like blanket the robot gave us into pieces. One piece for every day we've been trapped, of course I don't know if my time is accurate but I can guess that it's close enough. The alien has the lights on a schedule, the lights dim every twenty-four hours, or roughly that time, going off a lot of guess work like I said.
The lights should actually be going out shortly, if our supposed pattern is real. I sit there with bated breath awaiting to know if my timeline is correct, if it isn't I don't know what I'll do,Actually yes I do know what I'll do I'll start banging my head against the–
You also want to know a funny thing about time, is the fact you have no command or control over it, you want time to move faster and it slows down, moments where you wish you could savor everything you could are gone in a blink.
“It's off, the lights are turned off. My pattern was correct!!!”
I laughed to myself, I used to have such a hard time finding things funny. Now just being proved right feels like being given the dopamine rush of a lifetime. I stop laughing.
“What… do I do now?” I ask myself in an almost delirious tone
This has been the only thing keeping me stable this entire time. What am I meant to do now? I curl back into my torn up blankets. This is what I am now, one of those people my mom always warned me to be careful about, one of those people that end up in psych wards because they drove themselves insane over small things, and now couldn't handle the big things.
What is Lennox doing? It's probably better than what I'm doing. He's probably already escaped and he's plotting how to get us out. Yeah that sounds right he should get all of us out any day now and then we'll go back to the cave I’ll, no we’ll all be fine. You know what this is probably just a dream. I’ll wake up any minute now surrounded by all my siblings, I'll tell them about this weird dream, and we will all laugh at it and I’ll laugh it off and then we'll go about our chores.
A single tear escapes my eye as I close them. Just a dream, repeat to myself, there's no way there's giant robots in real life. That's something that only happens in books or Orlando Florida.
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I hear the rustling of blankets before I even wake up, ehhh it's probably just Lennox waking up early to make breakfast. Wait a minute we're not in the cave anymore, so if we're not in the cave, who the fuck is messing with my blankets?
Waking up I could immediately tell something was wrong, my body felt heavy, my eyes were cloudy, the only thing I could compare it to was when the alien drug– I've been drugged again haven't I. Okay Jack you can do this let's see what horrors the universe is offering today.
Glancing around I can vaguely make out the shape of the robot, is the robot bigger than normal? I let out shriek as I feel something wrap around my waist. Okay so the robots are not bigger, it's just closer. They slowly pull me out of my blanket pile and I feel a quick few pats on my head. I tried to say something along the lines of “put me down” Really I just tried to say anything, but I'm pretty sure all that came out were gurgles and screeches, man I really have to stop getting drugged.
I get a few more consolidation pats before I feel myself being set inside a box with clear walls, and that's not me joking it genuinely it looks like a box from my very blurry point of view. I wiggle around a bit hoping to come across something other than the blankets that pad the bottom of the box.
Blankets, blankets, fluffy blanket, flesh! through my blurry vision I can vaguely make out pale skin and pink, who has pale skin and pink on their body? Is that Miko? Miko. MIKO! Despite my shaky limbs I drag myself closer towards her. Of course now that I'm close to her I can tell that she's unconscious. I let out a sigh of relief, at least she's alive. I'm startled once again and when the box dims slightly, looking up I can see that there is a lid on the box now.
I can only help the rest of my family is somewhere here as well. I know that it's horrible of me to wish that my family has also suffered the same fate as me, but I don't want to go through this alone, Miko doesn't count, her version of therapy is just destroying something.
I can feel the box sway slightly now, as if it's being moved. I hear things moving outside the box too but with my blurry vision I can't see what is moving, a brighter light shines through the box shortly after, it reminds me vaguely of a more orange sunlight, like the golden hour at sunset.
For a second everything's calm, then suddenly shrieking, cheers, and gargled TV static flood my ears like a tidal wave, it sounds like the robot but it's everywhere. In a thousand different pictures too, some of them sound like freight trains, others a car horn, some even remind me of a semi truck.
I curl up tighter next to Miko, this is too much for me, if I wake up and this situation somehow gets worse. God better have answers for me when I die of a heart attack.