Okay, I finally have the first chapter in.
Chapter One
Somewhere a few yards away from the Sack Room, there was a room known as the Experimenting Room. This was the only room that had the alarm going off. Right now, there were only three Vykkers. Two of them were having coffee, and the other one wasn’t even a worker at all. That one Vykker was incredibly old, and it was a she. The two Vykkers didn’t even pay attention to her until now.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” Asked one of the Vykkers.
“I’m waiting for my husband Turavitz to come here.” Replied the female Vykker.
“Is that true?”
“Yes it. He told me that I should come here and see how he does his job. He told me to wait here until he comes.”
There was a short silence. Then the Vykkers just went on with their conversation, pretending that the female Vykker didn’t even exist.
Twenty minutes have passed, and yet the Vykkers still thought that she wasn’t there. Turavitz didn’t even come yet. The female Vykker, who is now sleeping drifted off into another one of her crazy dreams. In about two hours the conversation had ended and they Vykkers had now left the room. At the unexpected moment, Turavitz finally came in.
“Sorry I’m late, Wurmea.” He said.
He found her sleeping.
‘By Odd’s name. I’m that late?’ Turavitz thought.
Turavitz walked over to her walk shook her as hard as he could. Finally, she woke up.
“It’s about time you got here.” Wurmea said in a drowsy voice.
Turavitz led Wurmea to a window. Outside it was the Sack Room. It was fully made of metal, and it wasn’t very well lit. On the walls stood about twenty sacks. But only one was about to birth. Both of them heard an announcement.
“Self Destruct will commence in three minutes.” It said.
“Self Destruct!? How is that possible?” Asked Turavitz.
The factory started to rumble. A clock in the room was counting down three minutes. They both heard screaming. Both of them quickly ran out the door and started their way out of the factory.
"Okay, Turavitz. What is going on!?" Asked Wurmea in agony.
"I....I don't know!" Replied Turavitz in an angry voice.
"Whatever it is I don't like it."
"Well don't look at me! I'm not responsible for this mess!"
All of the Oddworldians in the factory started to run and scream. The only two words to describe this were "Absolute Pandemonium".
Meanwhile, in the Sack Room, a bizarre-looking sack was shaking at a rappid rate, like a tiny fly trying to get out of a Spider's web. In the matter of a few moments, the sack became loose. It reveled a small, Crawling Slig that was crying as loud as it could. It was getting scared because of all the comotion. The Crawling Slig looked at the numbers slowly going down on the self-destruct board.
20-19-18-17-16-15-14-13-12-11-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
TO BE CONTINUED
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