As I broke the wall it started to fall gravel, as an unlimited source of gravel making its way down the hole I just made.
To actually stop this mess, I had to quickly make a door frame and place it as soon as it was made. After many tries, the door frame worked, but moving the gravel was almost impossible, the volume that felt was humongous.
But of course, the hall connected to the room I was in was empty so I just filled that one up. On the other side of the wall was another dungeon, sort of.
It had modern walls this time but not as modern as I used to see. Digital and hologram machines everywhere.
As I moved all my stuff through the door the frame cracked and it started to fall gravel again. But this time an automatic door with a number on it shut the door and showed a number I have never seen before in my life. 49 TeraQuadrillion tones.
Just how much gravel is that? Wait that's 10^24 I think. How thick is the sealing?? It's supposed to fall from somewhere, logically. After some assumptions and theories, I reached a conclusion that it must be between 5 and 500 km of thickness.
Well, that's a really think one. Also, how is the ceiling still holding that weight?
You guys love to invent stuff in here. After exploring some of the rooms I have reached the conclusion that this is a lab. I'm not good at this kind of chemistry. All I ever did was stupid theories and equations.
Suddenly I start to smell something. Like Concentrated Ozone. And I know it because I made it in class and inhaled a bunch of it, spent some time in a hospital and then came back different.
Storytime ⌚. When I was at school I had that girl that was always looking at that girl, having dreams about being the dream boyfriend of that girl but all I was was just a creep watching her from a table. She never saw me not even once. Well actually the only time I said hi to her was in that same year. We didn't speak since.
Now she's stuck here with me. I wanna ask her how she got here but I'm too scared. And now I see her in front of me. You can't be serious. She's here not moving a lot, precise, short, slow movement.
When I opened the fridge I took some resources, drink, food, consumables, fuel?. Then I made a plan of the building: 2 rooms on each side of the lab, and one bathroom.
There is also a manhole under the sink where she apparently throws some solutions or mixtures, and it smells bad.
As she finished a solution she went to put it in a weird glass locker, with a lot of other solutions and weird colored mixtures that didn't have a name or just some drops. But horribly well organized.
When I tried to touch one she shouted so hard I got scared of her for the first time, my heart started to beat out of my chest like crazy hell, but I felt some kind of comfort.
I knew that she didn't like me, that I had already lost the match, that I, the king, was already cornered, in an obvious position of Checkmate.
But still, I had that hope that perhaps something might happen. Perhaps a rematch would be helpful, a second chance. Perhaps I already had a second chance, perhaps even more chances than I could ever have in a lifetime and yet kept fooling around like some kind of foolish man trying to corner a fully equipped queen.
Towers Fools and even horses, and I was just a little pioneer trying to show off my idiotic ideas and dreams to a fully mature and intelligent queen of beauty. And yet she's here. Locked up with me, in a 245m² locked up area located somewhere rain doesn't seem to stop.
Still trying to make me sad but won't happen anytime soon. I'm aware this is just an image in my mind created by somebody to make me regret or just feel sad. I knew her at my first year of middle school and high school. Still confused about that system so forgive my confusion.
Do you know how it feels to eat something sweet for the first time? You tend to enjoy it so much you wanna make it yours and tend to steal it sometimes.
Sadly I was not really her taste even if I was able to be the joker that ridiculed himself in front of her thinking I was creating relations.
Now that I'm looking at it I feel like punching myself, breaking stuff in the lab and saying nothing because I didn't have to but also because nothing even moved. All I did was canceled. Nothing even moved an inch.
I went to my "room" and tried to get some sleep after all that had happened. From hallucinations to things deleted from history. I started to cry and feel like a little 13-year-old boy.
Looking at her in every picture I can imagine in my little brain. Making her pose like a mannequin I can doll with but not reaching satisfaction or just emotions out of it.
Drawing didn't help since all I can draw are squares lines and circles. It didn't really match anything. My finger precision was very bad. That's why I'm and wasn't aiming to be a surgeon.
Everything was light in my room when I threw and flipped everything around just like toys. And all I can hear are words but no voice a face but no speaking. No lips movement. Just emotions I can read on her face. And still can't reach a point where I can finally talk to her.
One solution I reached after all these years especially when I'm stuck in a place like this and impossible to decay. The solution I tried to avoid but always came back to.
The solution that can end all this mess and probably this whole madness too. Something sad that I have spent a lot of time thinking about but refused to trust for a long time.