Beep! Beep! Beep!
What is going right now? It is because I take something that is not related to the task? Then why do you need to display those items in the first place? And why are the papers that I picked from the classroom doesn't warrant me an alarm?
I am angry and confused towards this place while picking up the cookies in the calmest way possible. Usually impossible when you have the alarms consistently banging on your earbuds without showing any signs of stopping.
This is why I hate noises, I have to face them even here if I make some unspecified mistakes.
Quickly I run to the caravan and throw the containers into the living space and I get some more until all the cookies are taken. Crouching, picking, running like a homeless man suddenly encounter a rain of money and react accordingly, with the harsh sound attacking him in punches towards his head and body.
As for the other things placed on this, I don't need the painting tools in the future for now and while the flowers are colorful and nice, ultimately they are just a want. Flowers are available in places such as parks, gardens or even farms, so I would see them in the future.
With all the cookies being placed in the caravan, I move to the driver's seat and start the engine. I press the pedal as hard as I can to the next area.
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Being too concentrated on the diminishing beeping sound while looking at the GPS like screen for what it seems like minutes, I finally let the caravan be in autopilot when the beeping sound becomes tolerable to my body.
My eyes look at the fuel indicator, it has already dropped one block with the next location being a short distance away. Without any cars blocking my way, I think this is the fastest speed I drive in a vehicle, it's too bad the noise may have to override the excitement from driving about 100 kilometers per hour.
When my mind is awakened from the maddening noise, I realize I have made the mistake of being too impatient. With that kind of sound, someone would bound to notice there's something going on and would have fetched me out of this place, telling me that the experiment is over and I can leave now.
But looking back from the mirrors, the same whiteness still remains, giving me the illusion that it is all just a nightmare, but waking up puts me in a dream.
I go to the living area and press 1. The bed appears again, white as usual. I sit down and try to relax from the event just now.
My eyes look at the tabletop, underneath filled with cookies.
I hope they are not crushed by the speed.
In 5 seconds, I retrieved one of the containers from the tabletop. When I open it with twisting them, my hand carries cookies that are black in flavor, but most of them are grounded into powder with some standard chunks remaining. Hopefully, they are worth the noise and the speed.
Like taking junk food from my hand, I put the cookies into my mouth, crush the bigger bites with my teeth, play the grainy bits with my tongue and gulp everything down to my stomach.
So what's my verdict of the cookie in another world, me?
Hm...it's already kinda grainy, that's expected, but the flavor...the flavor? It's like eating rice biscuits, although the bitter chocolate flavor is still there. But where the sugar in this cookie? Wait, is this poisonous? Isn't sugar poisonous? So it should be healthy right? Just cough it, even without the sugar it is probably rotten from staying in one place too long! But it is already inside me. Vomit it out! To where? There's no running water in the caravan when it is driving.
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Fine, eat it all you want until you get food poisoning.
That is if we are able to find something safe for food, let's just keep eating them. As it is still edible.
You and mind towards food that you like, no wonder you are not able to have a modelesque body.
But I'm still the fittest one in my family.
I close the container and throw it back under the tabletop. It has already been destroyed and I need some time to be frustrated from doing something stupid in the end.
I open the door, eyes stared out to any part of the white space and give it a huge-
ROoarr.....
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Why aren't you giving a roar of your lifetime?
What if somebody is hearing and laughing at this?
...That is embarrassing, short-lived, more like a song and in the grand scheme, minuscule.
Quickly, I close the door and finally lie down on the bed. Intending to rest from the events just now.
But despite having a tucked-in pillow for my head, my eyes are glued on the white ceiling without any signs of dreaming until the caravan stops.