As Jet strolled casually through the many different hallways and corridors in search of an easy mark her attention was grabbed by an almighty bang coming from a room just a few doors down followed by an almighty plume of thick black smoke. Weirdly enough the bystanders didn’t even flinch, the devastating blast not even registering a response. Instead they continued to converse with one another and go about their daily lives like nothing had even happened.
Curiosity soon got the better of her and she rushed over to the doors entrance. Using her best stealth skills she pressed herself to the wall just opposite the two bulky iron doors. Jet knew that with her luck heading straight in would most likely lead to an unfortunate end with whatever was inside this mystery room. So instead she leaned over slightly casting her body in front of the right hand door and attempted to peek through the small window situated near the top of each door.
Inside the room was a swirl of smoke, so dense she couldn’t see anything that could have caused this mess let alone what was actually in there in the first place. Jet had to assume whatever it was in there, was probably just a big pile of rubble by now and definitely not in any condition for a thief to bother pilfering.
So with that she stepped away only for the door to swing violently open knocking her back and pressing her into the wall behind her, and scrunching her facial features into the small window pane. Jet’s squished lungs tried desperately to make a sound to alert the many others littering the hallways but no one seemed interested in the poor thief girls’ attempts to free herself from the heavy door. So with her one un-squashed eye she began to scan around for any sign of rescue only to see a small woman appear from the billowing smoke.
She had a slim build with a fairly flat chest compared to most of the other women in the building; her face was also very fair though covered with a layer of thick dust and her eyes hidden by a heavy duty pair of safety goggles. Her hair was a short and messy mane of mousey brown hair littered with soot and slightly singed in quite a few places. Her clothes were nothing more than a smart yet casual shirt covered up by a thick leather apron, trousers and thick work boots, upon closer inspection however she was a lot more sloppily dressed than the other people Jet came across. The shirt she was just barely tucked in as though it was more of a gesture and her trousers legs had been rolled up slightly and stuffed with a variety of different wires and small tools.
“Awww geez my instructors gonna kill me” The woman sighed, stretching her small frame up towards the high reaching ceilings. “Better air the room out quick” With that she turned toward the smoky room and pulled an odd looking remote, nothing more than a simple black box with a big red button that seemed almost faded with use. With a simple click an automated voice boomed “Stand clear ventilation in progress!”
It was at this moment the woman clocked Jet’s flattened face pleading her to free her from this predicament. “Oh shit, shit shit” she muttered, slamming the remotes button. “I knew I should have put a cancelation function on this machine”
The woman than ran over to the tiny window and stood on the tips of her toes to meet Jets eye line and with her most apologetic face said.
“Umm I know we just met and sorry you got crushed by my lab door but things are going to get worse from here. You see when the ventilation program starts the whole labs structure shifts and changes to help expel all trapped gasses and fumes in the room. Now unfortunately for you that includes the lab doors.” At this point the woman began scratching the back of her head awkwardly as she saw Jets eye fill with dread.
“Of course we tested this scenario before many times, it’s just a shame the result was always such a messy one” her eyes fell to the ground trying to avoid Jets gaze. “Though if by some miracle you do somehow make it out of this alive then I swear on the name Trucy *Twitch* Copperstone that I will make it up to you somehow.”
And with that Jets position began to shift, the once solid feeling wall swivelled on its axis taking Jet and the door with it. Jets body was then subjected to a series of different torments while inside the ever shifting room. The door peeled free from the wall taking Jet with it, she then peeled free as the door shifted higher letting her paper like body float into the waiting teeth of a series of gears. With each rotation Jet was crunched and chewed by these metal maws passed around from one another in a disorientating spin.
Eventually she reached the smallest set whose tiny teeth spat her out in the way of a concrete slab that was slamming its way across the room to reach its designated position. Jet could even summon the strength to even protest as the heavy slab teetered over her like a stepping stone, her heavily dented form now smeared smooth from the heavy piece of masonry left her spread out like a sheet. It was then the floor opened up and the all familiar door returned alongside its partner. They seemed to be attached by some form of axel and was thrusted up into the smoke filled room above.
Jet was struggling for what little air she could get with her squashed lungs and the smoke was making it almost impossible to get any form of oxygen. It was then Jets world began to spin, the two metal doors began rotating at an alarming speed creating a fan that blew the smoke into another set of fans that lined the ceiling. She span and span her dizziness making her feel beyond nauseous as the room spun faster and faster. Minutes passed by and Jet was barely able to keep conscious, she struggled valiantly to hold onto her last thread of resolve but ultimately the strain on her body was too much for her and she passed out.
After a while the hallways automated voice rung out “Ventillation successful, have a nice day” and Trucy stepped through the doors of her lab, right into a thick and gooey substance that pooled in front of the entrance. Her work boot lifted from the puddle taking a large section of goop with it that strung out like chewed bubblegum from the treads of her boot. “Eeewww gross this is the worst one yet” she gagged, quickly realising this was the remains of the unfortunate girl that got caught in the labs mechanisms.
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