The White Room (6)

An interactive story for readers.
You press the buttons 'V, I, II'.

The machine whirs to life, clunking and screeching. It's shaking against the wall, gaining speed, growling louder, and becoming more aggressive. The green ring light is shining with an extreme glare, switching colors to flashing red, blue, amber, and white.

"What are you doing!?" The boy exclaims, disgruntled. "That thing is making a lot of noise! We have to get out of here!"

Before you can explain yourself, your face gets hit by something hard. It knocks you over, making you tumble towards the edge of the glass table. You're unable to hold your balance and you fall backwards. Swiftly, the boy catches you in his arms.

"Th-thanks," you say, feeling somewhat breathless.

"You're heavier than you look."

Ignoring his snide comment, you look up and see that the machine's circular door has swung open. Steam is escaping from its mouth, filling the room with dark toxic fumes. Through the mist, you can decipher a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness.

"Oh god, there's something in there!" You yell.

The boy drops you to the ground, making you land on your butt.

"Ow! Hey!"

"You're making too much noise. We're dead meat at this point. Let's go."

"No, wait-!"

A little figure jumps through the dark fumes and lands gracefully besides you on its four legs. A cat! Its staring at you with a bug-eyed saucer look, its eyes a deep brown. Its ginger fur is standing to attention, seeming terrified.

What on earth was it doing locked up in that machine?

One of the many questions racing through your mind.

Just then, the door bursts open loudly. Someone had clearly kicked it. Three men charge into the room. New faces. One is holding a stun gun, another is aiming a tranquilizer gun at you, and the third guy commands you to


The boy holds his arm out, moving you behind him protectively. You notice the cat, which is hissing at the men. What do you do?
What do you do?
Take the cat and run!
Throw the cat at them.
Talk calmly. Make new friends.
Obey their commands.
Sing and dance. Confuse them
Published: 2/15/2019
Bouquets and Brickbats