“LET THE FUCKING GAMES BEGIN!!!”
The overzealous screams of the children fills your tubular confines with sound forcing your face to squint. You flex at what is strapping you in with great strength and there is not the slightest of a bend. There was, how-ever, a brief pause before your answer gets response. It was difficult to notice but you are going to gather that this ‘broadcast’ is not without delay but all must contained relatively close in proximity. Again you wonder how it is you know any of this.
The face of the clown presses close to the screen which imposes a forced closeness to you.
“HAHHAHAH HA ... YER A FUCKING DEAD MAN!!! A DEAD MAN WHITE, YOU HEAR ME!?!? DEAD!”
And with that you feel your encasement shudder and you feel of a sickly light weight as you feel your blood shift upward.
The T.V. switches back to ‘please stand by…’ and in this moment you feel a great come-down. Like the removal of some awakening force from your body. Perhaps it’s that the clown is gone, maybe those god-awful children, or maybe it’s because for this moment you feel like you are back in some sort of limbo between two worlds.
The quiet returns but this time your mind races with thoughts. It’s as if each moment is the only to cling to so your mind is actively sweeping it till the point of familiarity. The tube around you still shuddering and hissing your ears can barely pick up new music on the radio of this small but imposing television.
Anticipation rises again as you feel new sounds coming from ahead of you and with the television lifting upwards you feel as if you are about be brought out of your confines. There is an instantaneous and overwhelming excitement for the return of your free-will that builds up in your stomach until the rest of your body tingles.
The door ahead of you comes into form with the auto-mechanical rearrangement of objects ahead of you and with a hiss this door too begins to open. And with a sudden violent motion the tube shifts forward slightly and drops you onto the marble floor that stands before you. Lumbering up from your newly assumed fetal position you begin to feel a sudden newness to your being.
The large tube embedded into the wall behind you looks not unlike the décor, which surrounds it. Faded wallpaper and plastered ceiling imply that you are in some sort of building, maybe even a house. Although the stank stale air and general feeling of unease would suggest that this house is not intended for comfortable living.
The hall that lies before you seems very cramped and its wallpaper hangs kind of crooked. The walls are not but five feet apart and its immediate appearance is that of an apartment. But what apartment has marble floors? The hall before you turns sharply to your right and continues fifteen or so feet before breaking off left and into the darkness. The lights of the diodes in your pneumatic tube flash a silhouette of your figure on the wall before you. You are a shadow on the wall. You sort of shrug looking at the average nature of your silhouette and begin to wonder again about the hall.
You are pretty sure you are underground and have been tubed down in that direction for some time. Marble floors, tacky out-dated wallpaper, stale air getting pumped in through somewhere you hear it and almost feel it. The lights of the tube, its gargling hiss and small cramped nature of this hall obscure too many clues but you are sure this is a built representation of a house, a large one possibly a mansion. You are not quite sure where you are but it is certain that you feel a long way from home
A brief moment passes before you realize there may have been a foreign sound bouncing off the walls ahead of you. It sounded like it could have been a voice, but definitely not directed at you for it was too incoherent and distant. Gathered with considerable information you decide your next move.
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