Lily's Oddysee

[Mac the Janitor]

Hello. This is Lily the Oddlympian's backstory. Enjoy.

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I have been here at Vykkers Labs all my life. I was born here. I don't have any parents, any friends. My entire life has been spent in this uncomfortable, rusty metal cage. I bet you're thinking, "Man, what a boring life." Well, that's the way it was for every one of us fuzzles. We were fed occasionally, as they obviously didn't want us to die. But almost every two weeks, a fuzzle in a nearby cage would be taken away, and the next day I would have a new neighbor. Nobody knew where they went. Not even the eldest of us. All we heard were horrifying screams echoing through the dimly lit hall.

"Jenkins, get me a test fuzzle!" screeched Earwig the Vykker. He was a vykker employed at the same facility I was imprisoned at. Earwig was identical to all the other Vykkers, except for the large tatoo of a porkchop on the back of his head. I never knew why he chose a porkchop, and I didn't dare ask. "JENKINS, NOW!" he yelled.

An intern stumbled out of the main labratory, flailing his arms as if he were panicking. "Mmph...mm mph mnn?" he asked. He was Jenkins, I assumed. Earwig's personal assistant intern.

Earwig had a distorted look on his face. "Don't ask me why, dammit! Just get me one!"

I heard clumsy footsteps slowly coming toward me. Jenkins sat down at the computer hub that my cage was sitting on and quickly (and clumsily) typed in something. I turned just in time to view what he had typed on the computer screen, although I didn't quite understand what it meant.

PARGO BLUNCK, it read in small, blue letters.

There was a loud electric noise that followed. I saw the bulb on top of my cage suddenly turn off. Jenkins yanked the eroded, rusty top off my cage, and grabbed me with his two large, floppy hands. He brought me back over to Jenkins.

"Took you long enough! What were you doing over there?!"

Jenkins shrugged.

"Now, be a good little intern and get me the--" Earwig stopped in midspeech and glared at me. He tiptoed closer to Jenkins and whispered something into his ear.

"Mphmm-mm-hmm." Jenkins trotted off into another room which I had never been in. It was labeled "Supply Room" on the door in large, fading red letters. I had heard stories about what came out of it. Bad stories.

What were they going to do to me? All my life I have been stuck in that dumb old stinky cage, and now they release me. But for what?

A cold rush of air ruffled my fur. I shuddered, not wanting to know what Jenkins would bring.

A few minutes later, I saw Jenkins come out of the Supply Room with a large, discreet brown paper bag. He handed it to Earwig, peering around nervously to see if anyone was watching.

"Thank you. Now, get me my medical gloves."

Uh oh. Medical gloves. Doesn't that usually mean that things are going to get messy?

I whimpered involuntarily.

Jenkins stumbled off into a small office. I heard several crashes and bangs, most likely due to his uncontrollable clumsiness. He then walked back out, this time with a limp.

Earwig eagerly snatched the medical gloves from Jenkins and snapped them on. He had a truly evil grin on his face as he pulled something out of the brown bag. I let out a distorted scream as I saw the large, sharp needle in his hand.

"Heh-heh-heh," Earwig snickered, "now let's get started..."

[sligster]

Poor Lily...... I like this scary thing thats goin' on right now.

[sO fReAkIn oDd]

Sounds good, keep it buddy. I like the way you write.

[Mac the Janitor]

Thanks for your input, guys. I really appreciate it.

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What were they going to do to me? What's that big needle for? So many questions raced through my brain as I silently panicked.

"Now, little fuzzle, we are going to test a new product on you," sneered Earwig. "Do not be scared, because there is no pain involved. See?" He tapped the large needle labeled Pain-B-Gone.

Relief flushed throughought my body. I knew nothing bad was going to happen. They're just gonna test a product on me. These Vykkers were nice guys.

Or so I thought.

Earwig stabbed the needle into my smooth flesh. I winced as he forced it deeper and deeper into my skin, ripping through many layers of flesh. He finally stopped and released a green, bubbly chemical from the needle. I felt icy numbness flood through my body as the chemical slowly set in. I was temporarily relieved of the pain.

"Oh joy, it's working!" screeched Earwig, hopping up and down in excitement. "Jenkins!" he snapped as he suddenly changed moods. "Turn on the shock therapy!"

The uncoordinated intern scampered into another room. I heard a flush of electricity suddenly turn on. Several enormous laser-looking things jolted up from the table, all pointing at me.

Earwig stood there for a second, arms folded. "Well, turn them on, you idiot!"

There was a small sound of the flip of a switch.

I screamed in agony as thousands of bolts of electricity painfully raced throughout my puny body. I just wanted to die right there. The pain was unbearable. I felt layers of fur and skin smolder off my pain-stricken pale body. I gagged and twitched as I upchucked two days' worth of food. Why won't it stop? Make it stop! I yowled in misery as the bolts continued to agonizingly jolt through me. My petite torso was thrown back and forth twitching involuntarily, trying to escape the pain and suffering.

Finally, the shockers were shut off. Yet I still felt the pain.

"Jenkins, it seems that our Pain-B-Gone has not worked. Isn't that right, little fuzzball?" Earwig cooly hissed in my ringing ears. I nodded, still wincing and twitching.

"Aw, see that?" Earwig said sarcastically. "The poor little thing's in pain!"

I nodded again.

"Well that's too damn bad, you stupid puny hairball! Just deal with it!" Earwig waltzed off, laughing manaically. These cruel creatures were sick. How could you just stand back and laugh at a fellow creature dying in pain? How? Pure evil. These wicked Vykkers were so inhumane it made me sick to my stomach.

I was left there for the rest of the night, strapped to the cold, hard, metal table. I occasionally jerked and fidgeted as the last bits of electricity left my body. My right eye had become ubearably itchy overnight. It's times like this when you really wish you had arms.

[Stripe]

Would be great if Lilly WOULD develop some type of arms!
(but thats just me)
Maybe the chemical + the electricity will give the fuzzle some highly corosive silava and will be able to almost litterly (sp?) chew its way out of its cage?

Ok, enough dumb thoughs, please continue the story!

[Kesiah]

Hey Mac, are gonna write some more on this and the others? I know you are probably busy, but these are pretty good and I don't mind waiting.

[Mac the Janitor]

Yeah, I'll try to, but for now I just have to get the site up and running.

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About halfway through the night, as I sat there shivering, the lights suddenly turned on. I heard incessant muttering and mumbling about "late hours" and "dumb job". A rather stout Vykker walked into the lab, holding a faded tan file folder. He tossed it on the table right next to me. I stretched my tiny head to see what it was. On the top label it read "Vykker, Earwig". It must be for Earwig. There was a large red stamp on the front that said, "Yer Fired You Twit!" Earwig was fired. But for what?

Suddenly, I remembered yesterday's events. The whispering. The peering around. The discreet paper bag. Earwig wasn't doing his work. He was working on a secret project, and the others must have found out.

Well, at least he's gone now. No more screeching, taunting or obscure, strange head tatoos.

I did not sleep soundly last night. After the stout Vykker had left, I finally tried to rest my eyes. If it wasn't for those annoying ratz skittering and squeaking across the cold, dirty tiled floor all night, I could have gotten at least a bit of sleep.

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The next day, I was assigned to a new Vykker. This one's name was Timothy, but he forced everyone to call him "Sinister Dr. X". He would spend his breaks practicing his manaical laugh in the office. But hey, at least he went easy on me.

Sinister Dr. X slinked over to me in his long, black leather lab coat and eye patch. Even though he supplied his own costume, he still followed the rules. He wore the regulatory I.D. badge and a large metallic medical disk strapped to his forehead.

As he loomed over me trying ever so hard to look evil, I noticed my reflection in his medical disk. Where was all of my fur? The Pain-B-Gone treatment Earwig had given me had burnt off all my fur. I was now bald, pink, and humiliated. I also noticed my right eye was very pale and colorless. Of course, nobody cared. My new "home" was on the lab table, since they had never taken me back to my cage after Earwig was fired. My new neighbors were horribly distorted, even worse than me. A fuzzle to my left was horribly bloated and blubbery. Occasionally his drool would drip onto me. I think my cage used to be next to his. He used to look very dignified and educated (for a fuzzle, anyways). Now he looked like a horribly overweight baby. The fuzzle to the right of me was pink and bald like me, and his teeth had gradually rotted away from the product the Vykkers tested on him. It was always painful to watch him try to eat, since all he had was his gums now. I felt sorry for both very much.

"Nnnn...wah.....bwahaha!" screamed Sinister Dr. X. "Nnnn...wah...now you must survive my ultimate eeeeevil plan, you silly, silly fuzzle!" he pulled a soda can out of his lab coat. It was labeled Expresso. "Nnnn...wah,,,I shall call this...PLAN X! Nnnn...wah...bwahahahaha!" His sullen, squat intern, Bhudda, was tossing a fuzzle up in the air over and over behind the crazy Vykker.

He popped the lid on the soda can and thrust it into my face. "Nnn...wah...drink it, you silly, silly being!" Having no other choice, I guzzled down the bubbly, cold liquid.

I suddenly felt a rush of heat flush through my body, followed by a rush of ice. I looked around. Bhudda was still tossing the fuzzle in the air, but something was different. I watched the fuzzle as it was tossed straight up once again. It flew slower. Much slower. I looked at Sinister Dr. X. He was saying something, but he was moving much slower too. His voice was sluggish and much deeper than before.

This must be some sort of time-warping beverage. But why would the Vykkers want to slow everything down?

Sinister Dr. X very slowly unstrapped me from the labratory table. It had been many months since I had been off of the table, and I have solid indentations on my sides from the straps. Sinister Dr. X was taking me to another room, a much cleaner room. Okay, this whole slow thing is getting kind of annoying. Honestly, should it take someone that long just to walk about fifteen yards?

I felt his sharp, pinching hands release my body. I noticed even gravity was slower as I hovered down into a large, topless cage. I bounced about impatiently in the rusty brown cage, attempting to chew my way through. Wait a second. If everything else is so slow, how come I'm moving as quickly as I normally am?

Finally, I saw things suddenly speed up to their normal velocity. Sinister Dr. X was muttering something happily about it working and success and soon he will rule the world as he slinked over and picked me up. I was promptly returned to my lab table that night.

[Kesiah]

Hey that's great Mac! I love the way yoo describe Lily after she's taken Expresso, and that Vykker sounds like he needs some serious therapy....
Anyway, waiting for the next chapter!!

(What do you mean, my pic was 'kinda funny'?! I'm offended... )

[Mac the Janitor]

As you may have noticed, I have been neglecting my two stories lately. I haven't replied to LO for about...*checks*...over a week now. So, to make up for this absence, I have provided you with an uber-long chapter! Oh, joy!

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A few days later, the stout Vykker came back to my lab table late at night. This time the papers he was holding were white, and I assumed that they were for Sinister Dr. X. As he tossed them onto my table, I noticed the label. They were documents to be admitted to an Insane Asylum for Vykkers.

Well, no more strange sounds now that Sinister Dr. X will be leaving. I sighed with relief. He was getting rather annoying.

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Weeks have passed now without even one Vykker or Intern coming to my table. I have not been tested on since Dr. X left. Although it was very relaxing to not have painful products tested you daily, it was getting rather boring.

Day after day, I have sat here on this cold, rusty metal table. I think I am going to die here. They haven't fed me in weeks. Nothing at all. My stomach had an aching emptiness that left me constantly wincing and groaning in pain. It was as if thousands of tiny needles were piercing my cold flesh.

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The electric lights slowly flickered on at 4 A.M., as they always do. About a dozen vykkers waltzed in, pushing and yanking impatiently and screeching incessantly. Each went to their own labratory tables and slowly quieted down. A few minutes later, the screeching erupted violently as they hollered down the hall to their interns. A dozen interns then scampered in, rolling their eyes sarcastically as they got the usual lecture from each of their vykkers about being late.

Still no vykker or intern came even close to my table. I groaned and squeaked at them, making every measly attempt I could to try to get at least one scrap of food. They all just ignored me or laughed, poking me occasionally.

About ten minutes later, a vykkerless intern strutted into the lab pushing an old rusted metal cart with some sort of creature on it. The wheels squeaked non-stop as they rumbled over the stained tiled floor. The intern stopped the cart about two feet to my right. I finally got a good look at the creature. I think I've heard about these, I thought. It's a baby elum.

About two feet in length, the young elum was howling, neck stretched desperately in the air. It's skin was pale brown and dusty, with a stitches, cuts and incisions here and there. I stared into it's lonely, longing, beautiful eyes.

"Help...meeeee...." it moaned in a small, innocent child-like voice.

What?! Did that elum just-just talk?!

"Mummy...help..."

I glanced around to see if anyone else had seen--or heard--this strange phenomenon. No vykkers, interns, or even fuzzles looked at the creature with even the slightest interest or confusion.

"Can...anyone hear me...?"

But elums weren't supposed to talk! It's a freak! FREAK!

No, I must be hallucinating. Hunger does very, very strange things to you. It couldn't be real. It just couldn't.

But what if it is? I thought. What if the vykkers had done something to this poor elum, and made it speak?

"Y-yes, I can hear you," I squeaked. But how could it understand me? Even if it did speak the same language as the vykkers, it wouldn't understand me. Nobody could interpret the fuzzle language, nobody ever in history.

"I...I don't know what they're going to...do to me...!" it answered, breathing heavily.

"Just stay calm, you'll be alright." No it wouldn't. It was in the hands of the vykkers. Shame on you, Lily, I thought. Shame on you for lieing to a young...elum.

But I had to keep its hopes up. It only has a few more hours, even days, if its lucky, to live. Make those last hours enjoyable, not fearful.

"Th...th...they took me away from mummy," it whimpered. I saw a tear roll down his smooth, trembling cheek. "I was so happy back then. Mummy and I would play fun games."

"I'm sure they'll bring you back to her soon," I said, attempting to soothe it.

"I hope...s...so. They took me into this cold, dark, scary room and put needles and knives into my tummy," it told me. "Now it's no fun. It just hurts...a lot."

I winced painfully, picturing those horrid, evil vykkers causing pain and suffering to this poor little elum.

"You're...the first one...who's answered," it said sadly.

"What do you mean?"

"I've...been...calling out...ever since the bad men...took me...away," it paused. This was obviously a horrible burden to carry. "Whenever I do, the bad...men...poke me and cut me...the funny men in...swimsuits just...laugh...and point..." I watched another tear roll down the sorrowful creature's face.

"What do the fuzzles do?"

"They...they...roll their eyes..."

"So nobody understands what you're saying?"

"No...I don't think...so..." it paused, and temporary happiness lightened up its face. "Except you..."

This is very odd, I thought. Why would I, out of all of the creatures on Oddworld, be able to understand this elum?

A rather lean vykker with a toupee´ loomed over the elum's cart. In one hand was a large, sharp blade with blood stains on the jagged teeth. In the other was a large seringe with green, bubbling liquid.

"Now, little elum," it sneered, "we can do it the easy way..." he held up the seringe. "or my way..." he held up the large blade, pure evil in his eyes. "Can't decide? Well, since you're such a beautiful young elum, I'll give you ten seconds to choose. One...two..." Several other vykkers gathered around, laughing, pointing and mocking the helpless elum.

"Easy way...easy...way..." it desperately wheezed. What a poor thing. I wish I could just save it, right here, right now. I would gladly take the place of the young elum. Oh, if that were possible...

The vykker continued to count. "Nine...ten! You lose! Well, since you couldn't decide, I think we should poll the audience, don't you, Johnny?" An intern in the distance gave him the thumbs up, giggling. "Okay then, audience, how many of you want to do it my way!" the whole lab erupted with hollering, hooting and chanting. "And how many of you want to do it the easy way...?" he sneered, peering around mockingly. The room was filled with dead silence. I have to try to save it, I thought. I have to.

"Meep...mee...meep...mee..." I squeaked nobily. All of the vykkers stared at me menacingly. No fuzzles had ever spoken up. Never in the history of Vykkers Labs. I looked around. All of the fuzzles were staring at me too. I nodded my head to them, motioning to help.

"Meep...mee...meep...mee...meep..." another fuzzle had started to chant along with me. C'mon, let's show these vykkers, I thought.

"Meep...mee...meep..." another started chanting. And another. Soon, the whole lab was flooded with the squeaking of my fellow fuzzles. Show your pride, I thought. Stand up to these menaces!

I looked at all of the vykkers. Each had a horribly distorted look on their face, truly offended by we noble fuzzles. Many of them were yelling at each other, but their yelling was drown out by our chanting. I noticed one vykker in the corner secretly chanting along with the fuzzles.

An extremely overweight vykker rushed over to a large, metal box on the wall. He opened the latch and quickly typed in a series of numbers on the florescent green glowing number pad. A large red light on the ceiling started to flash red, and an alarm rang throughought each and every room.

Seconds later, a large robotic snoozer and several armed interns rushed into the room. The snoozer shot each and every chanting fuzzle, and the chanting was soon replaced by fuzzle screams and moans. The armored interns ran over to the lab tables and hit each fuzzle with a large, blue stick. Electricity shot out of the stick and shocked each fuzzle that was hit. Soon after, the room was again dead silent. The alarm had stopped, and the guards marched out of the room. I looked around at my fellow fuzzles. Fur was burnt on most of their backs, and many were passed out. There's no way we can overthrow these vykkers, I thought. No way at all.

A muffled voice came on from the speaker above the labratory door. "There has been an unexpected event in Labratory Room Number 4928, and due to certain circumstances, no fuzzles will be fed for two weeks." There were several dissapointed groans and whines from the fuzzles, and many cheers and hoots from the vykkers.

So to silence us, they're going to starve us. What a petty attempt to win.

[Kaimana]

For someone so busy putting up our website It's amazing you can find the time to write such a very detailed Oddworld feel, type story. This does give the Oddlympics a depth, as it shows the Oddlypians before they entered and how they came about the Oddlympics. Very good story Mac, I like it.

[sO fReAkIn oDd]

That was an excellent chapter Mac. I comend you on your excellent skills in the field of Oddworld Literature.

[Mac the Janitor]

Thanks, guys! Your input is greatly appreciated.

I'll try to have another chapter done on Monday...

[Stripe]

You GOTTA keep writing! Poor lil' elum, poor lil fuzzles!
Will that one Vykker (fuzzle sympathizer?) (sp?) will he somehow wind up helping our heros? Will some freak accident cause *him* to be able to hear/understand *fuzzle* and *Elum* ? Wow, imagin a vykker granted the ability to understand animal speach!
sounds like it would be a private hell! All the creatures that have been tested and "treated" and suddenly, he's surrounded with all these cries of pain he can -understand!- *shivers*

Ok, I'm done now. Please continue the story.
*goes and sits in a corner to wait*

[Mac the Janitor]

Next chapter...

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It's been one week since our attempted uprising. They still haven't fed us. I have barely enough energy to talk now. I've thrown up many times as a result of my hunger; nobody has cleaned it up. Day after day I am forced to lie in the puddle of my own puke, just hoping that a sloppy vykker will drop a half-eaten Paramite Pie near me. But we all knew they would never feed us again. They wanted to kill off all the rebellious ones to stay in power.

Every day I've watched limp, lifeless fuzzle bodies be carried out of the lab. I have no idea why I'm still alive. The wrenching hunger is slowly picking every one of us off. We all knew they weren't taking those deceased fuzzles to the burial grounds. They were taking them to the dumpster.

I'm going to die soon. I'm sure of it. I'm one of the weakest of the nine fuzzles left. I'm next.

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I have accepted the fact that I'm going to die. I'll just close my eyes and sit here, and the pain and hunger will be over. Everything will be happy. I will leave this world.

I saw everything go blurry. The dark, dingy room was slowly fading out, my body becoming numb. I've always wondered what it's like to die, and now I know.

Just then, a miracle happened. No, seriously. I was lieing on the stained table, waiting for death to come, when the same Vykker who was secretly chanting along with us came up to me.

"Here you go," she said soothingly. She handed me a Scrab Cake.

My eyes lit up. Food! Precious, precious food! I gobbled down the Scrab Cake in a matter of seconds. That Scrab Cake was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. I owe my life to Chloe.

Every night Chloe visits us. She feeds us many things. In the day, the vykkers study us to see why we'ver survived so long without food. They think it's because of the new dietary pill they tested on us last week. Heh.

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There are only three of us fuzzles left from the rebellion. 22 had died. Every night we pray for them.

Chloe had started feeding us when there were only four left; I plan to ask her why tonight.

I leaned over to one of my remaining comrades and whispered, "Hi, I'm Lily. What's your name?" She was bald like me and had numerous of needles and seringes stuck in her tiny body.

The fuzzle stared at me as if she were offended. "Aren't you the one who did this to us?" she whispered back.

"Um...yeah, but--"

"Why?"

I could see the sadness in her eyes. I understood why she was acting so rude. She was talking to Lily, the one who caused many of her brothers and sisters' deaths. I opened my mouth, but I was at a loss for words.

"No, you know what, I shouldn't have asked." I could see her forcefully holding back her tears. "I don't want to hear some lame excuse for such a horrible deed."

"Hey now, go easy on her, Ophelia," I heard a deeper voice say. I looked over Celia's shoulder and saw a fuzzle with many, many teeth missing. He was one of the very few fuzzles I'd ever seen with all of their fur here at Vykkers Labs. I could tell that he had trouble talking.

Ophelia turned around and stared at the other fuzzle. "Why should I, Bo?" she asked bitterly. "Look what she's done to us and the rest of those deceased fuzzles!"

I just stared down at the old, cracked tiled floor. "She does have a point. I was the cause of 22 fuzzles' deaths. They all lost their lives because of me."

"Oh, c'mon now," Bo said softly. "You did it with good intentions, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah..."

Ophelia opened her mouth to say something, but Bo cut her off. "Now, I feel extremely sorry for those poor fuzzles too, but you can't put all the blame on Lily here. She didn't know that would result in this."

I looked at Ophelia. She appeared to be rethinking something. Suddenly, I heard a fuzzle murmur.

"Who was that?" I asked, peering around.

"I didn't hear anything," Bo said.

"Hmm...that's funny..." I stared at Bo for a second. Suddenly, the voice came back. It sounded an awful lot like Bo's, too. I listened harder. Yes, I thought, I'm picking up some conversation.

"Why is she staring at me like that?" it said. "I sure wish she'd stop...it's really creeping me out."

Whoa. Could it be? Can...I...read minds...?

I sat back in awe for a second, then leapt back up. I've got to test it.

"Hey Ophelia, think of a number between 1 and 1000!" I said, ecstatic with joy.

"Why should I?" she answered in a surly tone.

"Just do it!"

"Okay..." she closed her eyes momentarily. I stared at her, trying to concentrate. I heard her voice.

"32.9621," it said. What a brat.

I looked at Ophelia proudly and repeated the number. "32.9621."

Ophelia gasped in awe. "Whoa, girl, how'd you do that?"

"I don't know," I said, filled with excitement.

Bo jumped inbetween us. "Hey now, let me try!"

I correctly guessed Bo's number, too. This is amazing. Lily the mind-reader. It just seemed so unreal.

"Lily, we could use this power of yours to our advantage!" Bo told me.

"How?" I asked.

"Whenever we go like this," Bo paused. He blinked one eye, then the other. "That means we have something to tell you. We'll just think of it, and you read our minds!"

"Okay, let's do that," I replied. "It could prove very useful later on."

"Hey, girl, you should do your stuff on those vykkers, baby!" exclaimed Ophelia.

"Yeah," I answered, "maybe I will..."

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The conversation was still not finished at 4:00 A.M. the next morning. The lights slowly flickered on as usual, and we instantly shut our mouths as the vykkers entered the lab. Each day I was assigned a new vykker, so I didn't know what to expect. But this time an intern came to me and tossed me into a cage. Two other interns did the same with Bo and Ophelia. Ophelia seemed quite hesitant, biting and snapping at the intern. Bo just let the intern do anything, his head up in the clouds.

The intern carried me out into the narrow dusty hall. I clenched my teeth around the bars of the cage. Volts of electricity instantly flooded throughout my body, and I quickly let go. I was temporarily reminded of the Pain-B-Gone incident from way back when.

I jossled and bounced about in the cage. "Can't you carry the stupid cage a bit more smoothly?" I snapped angrily. He just ignored me; he naturally couldn't understand me. The laid-back intern purposely slapped the cage as he chuckled to himself.

We stopped along the way at the Supply Room. Alas, my chance has come to see the wonders--or horrors--hidden in the behind the rustic Supply Room door. He pulled a discreet panel off the wall near the door and revealed a number pad almost identical to the one in the Labratory, except the buttons were blue on this one. If I could just see the access code he types in...

He sets my cage down. Damn. I need to see what he's typing in.

I looked back at Bo. He blinked one eye, then the other.

The secret code.

I stared at him momentarily, then his voice came. "Hey now, Lily, read his mind to find out the access code!"

I nodded. Duh. Why didn't I think of that. I looked back at the intern and concentrated deeply. I wonder if this works on other creatures, too...

I heard a voice. "Hum de dum dum..."

Yes. It's working.

"I can't wait to go to the gym tonight, get all beefed up and pumped...then I'll show that rude slig down at the Freezer who's boss. Heh-heh," thought the intern. What an egotistic moron.

Oh, wait. He's thinking something again. "Hmm...now, what was that code again? 507...no...124..no..." C'mon, hurry up, you idiotic intern!

"Oh yeah! 306032!" Finally. 306032. I'll have to remember that.

He typed in the code and entered the Supply Room. it was very dark, and all I could see were silouhettes of large crates and other things. He snuck out with a small, plastic seringe. It had a thick, pink liquid inside. He stabbed the needle into his thigh and pushed the liquid in. His face instantly expressed extreme comfort and pleasure. The idiot. He's stealing drugs for pleasure.

The drug addict intern stealthily looked around, just in case someone saw. He then gave the seringe to his buddies carrying Bo and Ophelia for them to use. He picked me up and carried on.

We finally reached a large, metal door with the crooked words "Public Labratory 492" sloppily stamped across the top. I gasped at the horrid sight revealed. Oh no. Dear Odd, no. This is the place where audiences can watch a vykker tourture and slice open a helpless creature.

We're next.

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[Stripe]

Neat and creepy! Keep going, you must!

[sO fReAkIn oDd]

Yea thats really good, keep it up.

P.S. Is Rico's Oddysey finished?

[Mac the Janitor]

Thanks guys.

No, RO isn't finished, I just favor LO much more. I really wish I would've started RO as a First Person dialogue story, but now I can't change that...

It'll be updated sometime in the future, don't worry.

[Splat]

HURRY UP AND WRITESOMETHIN, WILL YA?!
THIS IS THE BEST FUZZIN FANFIC IVE READ AND I WANNA KNOW HOW THEIR GONNA GET OUTA THIS MESS!




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A pet rock is for life, not just for Christmas

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[Mac the Janitor]

Thanks for the praise, Splat. Also, welcome to the forums. I hope you have a crunchy and green good time here.

About the story, I am hard at work right now making the OIPT Official Site. This may take a few more weeks to complete, so don't expect any more writings for a lil bit. Sorry for the inconvenience.

[Splat]

Ur, hey Mac, yor a grate riter an all but U really need to read/spell other peoples names rite.
I dont wanna sound meen and i definatately dont wanna sound like Al the vykker but you could seriosely effend a newcomer or someone with a screen name like duckhead.



QAnd, can anyone tell me how to start my own story here? Ive been tryin to work it out for months!
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A pet rock is for life, not just for Christmas

I lost my head in a history lesson and when i found it it was empty!

[Mac the Janitor]

Oops...heh...sorry. That was an accident. My keyboard is quite tempramental at times. I'll go change it now...

[Splat]

Thanks. No hard feelins.
Our keyboard used to be like that. Now it's the whole fuzzin thing. Monitor, speakers, mouse, hard drive, modem, you name it.

When you gonna write more? I was off school all last week and it was gettin boring

[Mac the Janitor]

Well, I'm almost done with the OIPT site now, so expect a new chapter Turkey Day weekend...

[Splat]

Hey Mac, thanks for the tips on how to post. My story is called "The Oddworld Story". Check it out.

[Flamer the red]

Nice, but i'd like it if you did an interactive story, because i'm not good at fan-fiction.
Can any one help?

[Splat]

Ur, Mac, what do you mean by turkey day. I thought it was thanks giving but evidently, im wrong!

[Mac the Janitor]

Yep, I tried to, I honestly did. But I'm under a lot of pressure right now--there's a huuuuuge English project due Friday and I'm only half done w/ it; the big winter dance is on Friday; I have a big test in American Studies today; I have to do about 15 long things for extra credit so I can get an A as a semester grade in Math; and I'm doing tons and tons of studying for the Finals next week. So I'll give you another chapter in winter break.

[Splat]

Cant wait. Ive said it befor and ill say it again, this is the best fanfic ive ever red. good luck with the tests and when you get bak, could ya read my fics (see my signiture for details.)

[Mac the Janitor]

I really appreciate all of the praise you've given me, Splat. It really makes it worthwhile to know that someone acutally enjoys it. Thank you.

[Mac the Janitor]

I looked around the cold, grey room. Dozens of Vykkers were seated in the stands surrounding the labratory. In the far corner, there were several angry Vykkers surrounding a tall, lanky intern screeching at him. Each were thrusting a blue ticket into his face angrily. I assumed they were betting on wether or not the creature would die during the operation.

The intern carried us down the stairs and into a hall north of the entrance. We passed dozens of vykkers screaming and screeching at each other about moolah, food and sports.

As we reached the hall, the screeching gradually got quieter. There was nothing in the hall except for some empty cages and a vykker laying against the wall with several glass bottles lying around him.

He told us to wait here. As if we had a choice.

The silence was driving me insane. I heard nothing but the echo of angry vykker voices coming from the large room. The only reason we could see anything was because of the small, weak flourescent light randomly flickering on and off, dangling above us.

I looked behind Bo and Ophelia onto another cart. There was a squatty, pink creature with an enormous head. It had no arms, no eyes. The only thing holding it up was its two little legs.

This must be a slog. I've heard stories about these. Aren't they usually extremely vicious?

The slog looked at me longingly. He whimpered and rolled onto his side. His chest was heaving up and down rather quickly.

I stared at him for a few seconds, preparing to read his mind.

"What did I do?" he thought. "Why do I deserve this?" He whimpered again and stared desperately into my eyes. "Please...save me..."

So even he knows what they're going to do to him.

I heard a muffled voice on a loudspeaker echo into the halls. Two interns rushed in, jumping with excitement, and pulled the slog's cart out into the public labratory. As they exited the hall, hundreds of yells and hoots came from the lab.

As time went on, I heard everything they did to him. It was the most horrible thing I've heard. The saws buzzing, the vykkers laughing, hooting and catcalling...and the poor slog howling and moaning in pain.

About an hour later, the two interns rolled the cart back into the hall. As the cart rattled past us, I gave one last look at the slog. He had a large opening in his chest and all of his bloody intestines were poured out onto the cart in a large pile, still connected to his body, still functioning, still dying. He coughed up a large puddle of blood. He howled in pain.

No matter how hard I try, I can't forget the horrible scene.

My stomach wrenched with sickness. Heaven knows what they're going to do to me.