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by Doom Author IconMail Icon
Rated: GC · Interactive · Adult · #2013234
An amazing, colossal interactive. Trouble grows when a size-changing device is stolen.
This choice: The transposer fires aimlessly as it hits the road.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Where's My House?!

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All your fingers still intact, you slam your hands lively on the steering wheel. You can feel red heat rising under your skin. The monstrous dog jumps at your window with the matter transposer clamped in its jaws. The device scrapes and catches on the door and slips free from the brutish teeth. The dog barks and growls, slobbering on your window, indifferent to the dropped gun. Behind the beast, the busty blonde rises from her knees, turns to face the noise, and catches sight of a bright flash that blinds the three of you.

Distracted only for a moment, the dog is back to snapping its jaws and scratching his claws futilely on your shield of metal and glass. The woman shouts something, to her guard dog you suspect, and approaches, stamping her feet. You glance beyond her, noticing more trees and more yard then before, and a distinctly fresh, rectangular pit at the end of the drive.

As the beast slows its barking, you hear another sound. Rushing water, spraying like a fountain from broken pipes, filling the newly made pit. Your rude companion stops and turns around, no doubt hearing the unusual sound herself. Her hands shoot up to the heavens and slap down on her head. She screams maniacally, "No! Not the house! Where's my house!?" She runs, swaying heavily side to side, swearing at the top of her lungs. Stopping at the edge of the flooding pit, the woman shakes, quakes from head to toe, then throws her fists up, clenched, skin bone-white. She turns, her face twisted and red. She barks like her dog, some unintelligible, primitive roar.

Part of you thinks this has gone too far. A larger part thinks this is hilarious. Her own dog caused the gun to shoot her house. Serves her right. Fate decided to shrink her house instead of her, and Fate was right. This is a much better punishment for her boorish behavior.

You should get the gun and get the hell out of here, but again the dog is leaping for your throat, his owner approaching, fast and furiously.
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