Jackson ran into his room and shut the door. He immediately blocked the door with his body and waiting for the inevitable. The sounds of deep gasps emitting him from his lungs filled his room. The older sibling of Miley Stewart was exhausted, thanks to his exuberant laughter and the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Jackson had just played a prank, a very dirty prank, and it was only a matter of time before the unsuspecting women would be out for his head.
"JACKSON!" The woman behind Jackson's door screamed. "I'm gonna get you!"
The threat was immediately succeeded by several, violent heavy knocks on Jackson's door. Jackson kept his body propped up against the door so that the women on the other side would not be able to get through. A normal lock would have been sufficient in this situation, but the lock to Jackson's door broke long ago, leaving it up to himself to organize his own defenses.
The violent knocks quickly tempered down as the woman on the other end got exhausted and gave up. With one final heavy knock, the woman angrily conceded.
"You can't spend forever in your room, Jackson! And when you come out, I'll be waiting for you!"
Jackson laid his back on the door and slid down until he was able to sit in front of it. The young man sighed a breath of relief. Sure it was a dirty prank to spill a bunch of chocolate pudding on her, but the temptation was just too great and the prank was way to easy to pull off compared to some of his older ones.
"She'll get over it," Jackson said as he buried his head in his hands, thankful that he had escaped death for the moment. As Jackson kept his eyes concealed, he didn't notice the small clear tube being forced underneath his door. The tube released an orange mist, accompanied by a strong, citrus smell and violent hissing sound. Jackson was quickly alerted to the noise and began to turn the tube back out the door. However, it was too late and the strong chemical was already in his body. Jackson grew lightheaded and passed out.
***
Jackson woke up and found himself on a fleshy, firm flat surface. Strange lines crisscrossed around the surface, seemingly showing no discernible pattern. Jackson stood up and was about to walk off the strange surface, when he found himself suspended in the air. His backpack and some of his clothes were scattered on all over the floor, which seemed to be miles above him. Jackson yelped and jumped back into the center of the fleshy surface, causing a deep feminine voice to deliver an ear-shattering laugh.
"What's the matter Jackson? Are you afraid of falling?"
Jackson turned his attention to the source of the voice. His mouth fell open as he saw the gigantic, over-sized face of ____ staring back at him.
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