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Intergalactic Prison

#2

My head hurt terribly. Even opening my eyes a sliver to let any light in hurt. I curled up a little, bringing the sheet and blanket over my head to make a protective shield where they met the pillow. Damn. Now my toes were poking out. Ugh. Choices.

My thoughts came slowly. I was in pain; I wasn't at home. I wasn't even wearing a shirt! I swished my legs around, and they felt bare. That wasn’t good! I tentatively groped my balls, and was satisfied to feel a pair of briefs. I hadn't had anything to drink in months, had I slipped? As in, majorly? Was...

Terrified, I dealt with the agonizing pain as I looked blearily around me, confirming I was alone in the bland room, before retreating back to my blanket-cave. Whew! Single bed, and I didn't smell any woman-type smells. Nor any sexy-time smells. Thank fucking Christ! Jules would have castrated me!

I sighed, relieved but still confused. So where was I? Did the guys pull some stupid prank, God damn it?!? Fuck, my head hurt!

"Mr. Biersack, you have awakened."

I peeked out from my covers and still saw no one. Must have been automated. I grunted, not wanting to give anything away. I really didn’t know what I had gotten myself into. It might be my own fault. But it was still possible that it wasn’t.

"Your electromagnetic waveforms indicate a formidable headache. Would you like a dose of a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug of moderate strength, along with a beverage with which to take it?"

I thought about it, and decided that there were plenty of ways to kill me. I might as well take the mysterious, pretentious voice up on the headache medicine, because I couldn't concentrate well enough to make a plan otherwise.

But seriously, what kind off asshole, automated voice-component programmer would assume the average guy off the street knew that an NSAID was for headaches? Most people only knew brand names, geez! "Yeah, thanks."

A little door opened near my feet, above the bed, and a tray slid out. I coaxed myself into a sitting position despite the stabbing daggers in my head. The tray had a glass full of liquid and a packet on it. Ooh, score, extra strength Excedrin! I took them both, and sipped what tasted like water.

Failing to die instantly, I drank about half the glass. Then I curled up, back under the blanket, into my safety cave of darkness. My head was throbbing with evil doom. I knew that if I jumped out of bed, gung-ho, and tried to solve the mystery right away, I'd just end up nauseated and probably vomit.

So I waited, as patiently as I could (not my natural state), hoping the pain would start to diminish soon. I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on, though. I have always been more of an action person, a doer of things and stuff. Hiding under the blankets and waiting for the agonizing pain to abate didn’t suit my temperament.

Notes

Meet Andy!

He's got the best hair in the universe:

But even being the hottest bro with the freshest fro can't help you when you got a headache:

Comments

@Billa-kaulitz-engel


Interesting... I just may, as the dogs in my apartment complex won't stop barking and it's ruinging my concentration for writing.

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/13/17

@smutty pariah
They're a (and I'm quoting here) post 80's revival electronica techno goth rock band. Check out alibis or play with fire.

@Billa-kaulitz-engel


Forgive me, I am old, and don't know who Birthday Massacre are either, though they sound vaguely familiar.

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/13/17

@smutty pariah
It actually was! XD honestly, I would rather listen to Birthday Massacre but my headphones were dead so musak it was @.@

@Billa-kaulitz-engel


Glad you liked it! I'm not really familiar with Taylor Swift's stuff, but I hope it was fitting! :D

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/11/17