The elevator doors opened to reveal an unnervingly sterile laboratory. The sight of it brought up a very uneasy feeling in me… But that only urged me to explore further.
The laboratory was very much like those mad-scientist laboratories you see in movies. Harsh, fluorescent lights hung from the ceiling, bathing the room in an eerie bluish-white tint. Several liquid-filled vessels the height of a very tall person formed a row across the center of the room. The walls were lined with otherworldly-looking bits of technology. Most interestingly of all, the wall on the right side of the room was made entirely of glass. As Danny and I walked over, we realized that it provided a view into what appeared to be a futuristic factory of sorts. In the very centre of the room was a very peculiar machine, nothing like anything I've ever seen before in my life.
But that wasn't all. There were people… in the machine. And honestly, at this point, I wouldn't have trusted my memory on this if I didn't know for a fact that everything I saw that night was real, because this all sounds so far-fetched, but the people in the machine were blue.
How on earth I didn't pass out right on the spot really dumbfounds me. Perhaps it was actually my drunkenness that prevented this from happening.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing, Danny?" I whispered, awe-struck, drunk, and very, very confused.
"Yes, oh my god!" He yelled excitedly, leaning against the glass.
I shushed him. "You shouldn't be so loud!"
He ignored me and started drunkenly explaining this really legit conspiracy theory he had just come up with using his very rational, totally-not-under-the-influence brain, about how they were killer robots made by the government to come after us.
However, it turned out that Danny and I had bigger problems to worry about than these supposed killer robots.
"Stop right there!"
We whipped around and found ourselves face-to-face with a mob of people, all dressed in the same outfits; black bodysuits and black masks, with ominous red goggles. On top of this, there was a gun in the hand of every. Single. One of them. They were a bit intimidating, to say the least.
Danny and I froze like deer in headlights; too scared to move, we stood and stared back at them in fear, awaiting further instruction. We might have been drunk, but we still had the common sense to know you should not fuck around with people with guns.
"What are you guys doing here?" one of the people asked, their blood-curdling voice loud and low.
I looked at Danny hesitantly, searching his eyes for any sign of reassurance. However, I found him staring back at me with just as much fear as I felt. We stared at each other for a few seconds, speaking with facial expressions as many best friends are able to do.
He raised his eyebrows at me. You do the talking.
I shook my head slightly. You do it.
He shook his head in return, and glared at me. We wouldn't be here if your impulsive ass didn't drag us down here.
"Well? We haven't got all night, kiddos. Spit it out."
I inhaled deeply, and replied. "We came here because…
I looked at Danny for help, but he just shook his head. I scanned the room again, looking for something, anything, which could be used for an excuse.
There was nothing.
"Well fuck," I replied, before turning around the other way and making a dash for the exit, forgetting that I was drunk, and about Danny, who was still glued steadfast to my arm.
The world spun mercilessly as I ran, my annoying headache suddenly getting very, very painful. Danny wasn't even able to walk, and so I wasn't able to support the both of us for very long before I toppled forward, crashing to the cold, marble floor.
Unsurprisingly, It didn't take very long for those scary people to catch up to us. Danny and I were sprawled out on the floor in a heaped mess, holding onto each other for dear life. I thought I was going to pass out, my chest was burning so intensely with fear. I didn't want to die, not tonight, but it seemed that the more the night lost its youth on me, the more messed up things were getting.
The mob quickly formed a circle around us, staring down at us. One of them stuck the muzzle of their gun right in our faces, and boomed "Tell us why you're here or I'll shoot!"
Neither of us told them why we were there.
But surprisingly, the bullet wasn't so painful. I actually felt a bit sleepy afterwards, and as I was already piss-drunk, I welcomed sleep with open arms.
Yeah, that was a fat mistake.