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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 2:03 pm
"Hi Mark, some kid set off one of your bombs and it's really-" Carl managed about as much as that before the phone made a strange beeping noise. He stared at it, as if offended, spite the timer now ticking into the three minutes.
"Try pressing any buttons to stop it. We're going to die." Again, a reminder that he had no clue what a keyboard was.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 2:12 pm
"Oh. Hmm.." Otto looked at the screen, shrugged and hit ESC.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 2:34 pm
A more helpful popup window showed up.
Would you like to exit out of the countdown procedure? Y/N
The timer was still ticking down, and Carl had actually left at some point, and then come back. "Bad news, the door outside the hall is locked too."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 2:37 pm
"Well, it IS a lockdown." Otto offered in a snarky tone, tapping his lip as he 'carefully' considered his options. "Exit out of countdown... does that mean stop it, or like... kill the countdown and go straight for the big explosion?" See? He was asking now.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 3:50 pm
"IT MEANS STOP THE ******** EXPLOSION," Carl yelled, totally forgetting about his swear word policy. "PRESS YES."
The counter was hitting the one minute countdown now and the lights were getting a lot flashier.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 3:54 pm
"Geez okay, Mom." Otto clicked the button and awaited the results. The whole situation was mildly uncomfortable. Mainly he'd not expected what looked like a simulation game to be the real deal. It was easier to deal with uncertainty in one's life with a whopping dose of sass.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 8:17 pm
After two more long flashes, the alarms finally stopped blaring and the computer monitor simply said "Operation terminated, have a nice day!" with a small popup window.
Carl just sat on the ground, mentally exhausted. It looked like he wanted to have words but he settled for a look that probably said something like are you ******** kidding me though it could have been misinterpreted as why me.
There was a long pause. "Okay you know what, maybe we should just go back."
If Otto decided however, to even take one step out of the chair, he would suddenly find himself sinking deep into the pile that could only be explained as Mark's junk pit of death.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 5:09 am
"Fine, but can't we take something from this room with us? Like a--AAH!" With a girlish scream, Otto sank into... something. Parts that were hard, parts that were soft, parts that had a unique smell to them. His legs and arms flailed from within the junk heap, muffled whining echo'd from within as Otto tried not to open his mouth in such a questionable location.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 4:12 pm
"Like what?" Carl said, not getting the memo. He finally turned around to look at Otto, who in his point of vision just looked like he was flipping through all the junkpile items. "Fine I guess, but just pick one thing?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 4:22 pm
Otto managed to free himself enough to get his head above the trash heap. Heaven help him, it was like the mounds of garbage had its own centre of gravity. "You Goddamn turd, help me out of here!" While he was at it, he'd definitely be taking a souvenir. Maybe a gaming device. A laptop. One of those sleazy magazines... All in the name of karma for leaving his room in such dire conditions. So while waiting for Carl to help a bro out, Otto sifted through the junk to get himself free, and loot for helpful items. Maybe one of those manuals would help him if he accidentally blew up something. "Hey so what's section 23 whatever that I almost destroyed anyway?" He asked conversationally, digging out a pizza covered contraption digging into his hip.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 4:44 pm
There was a loud thud as an entire toaster oven fell on top of Otto, and now he was sinking more rapidly, only his head floating slightly above the pile with a fair amount of effort.
Was it Otto's imagination or did something quite warm and hairy also brush against his legs?
"Where are you?" Carl leaned over, unwilling to touch even an iota of the crash pile, and squinted. "Are you done looking at stuff?" A pause. "Section 23 is probably really important and we would have been blown up. And died."
Actually he didn't know and was just making things up to make himself sound important.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 4:49 pm
Spots danced across his vision and his head hurt so badly it felt like it would split. What was that? A book? Toaster... toaster?! Here!? Every hair on his body stood on end when he felt something brush his leg within the gooey confines of the trash. Oh God. That was a rat, right? It had to have been a rat! And he was sinking faster and deeper and how deep did this go--- how was this even remotely possible?!"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" He shrieked up to Carl in a voice that clearly had not seen puberty yet, flailing faster as if his life depended on it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 5:38 pm
"Why?" Carl sounded panicked too only because Otto sounded so scared. "Is emergency code section 23 still active? Where are you - stop playing around."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 5:41 pm
Otto began a slew of curses that were best left on adult television and not to the virgin ears of young little Carl. "The trash is EATING ME you ******** p***k!" He sank a foot deeper, and he began to wonder if maybe the trash had eaten a hole into the floor. Maybe this trash went down into the basement and beyond? Great. He'd be buried alive in rat infested smelly garbage. He started to cough uncontrollably at the suffocating possibility that he may never escape. And all because he'd wanted to touch the computers.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 5:48 pm
A pause. And then what sounded like a sigh of relief. "Oh good."
Another pause.
"I mean, I'll help you?" There was definitely the lingering question mark at the end of the sentence as this kind of situation was not covered in any sort of preparation or training (or lackthereof). There was the sound of junk shuffling in the distance and then a strangled noise of distress. "Can't you- can't you grab onto something, like a rope, or a ladder?"
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