Am I in gay baby jail or, ll OPEN
Honestly, if they knew this was how things were going to have been,they would have just run late to this Nexus thing. At least then they could’ve run after the bus with toast in their mouth like some stupid protagonist straight out of their Japanese Animes.
But no; instead they’d woken up on the floor in some weird bedroom with some weird girl-I know what you’re thinking, don’t make it weird now-in some psuedo high-tech place. They’d kind of ignored her and followed the arrows that led to some huge room filled to the brim with about 19-no, make that 20, their roomie had stumbled in after them-kids not including herself. Almost as soon as they’d made the head count, the intercom blared.
If Mayumi was being honest, they rather liked the mysterious speaker. Unfortunately for him, the whole “nose-job-gone-wrong” tone of his voice quickly lost their interest, and they soon zoned out, looking around at the room they were in.
At the mention of a barcode on their arm, they looked idly at their right arm, pulled up their jacket sleeve and sure enough, there it was. No matter how much they poked and prodded at it, it seemed pretty embedded in-just like a tattoo, almost.
When the intercom shut off, the other kids seemed to act all at once, asking questions-some even in languages they didn’t understand-or freaking the heck out. Mayumi, on the other hand, just chuckled slightly.
“[Why are we here, I wonder...maybe we’ve done something bad. Bad and naughty children get put in the Pear Wiggler to atone for their crimes, after all. Ehhh...we’re probably just part of some dumb prank by these Nexus folks...]” They spoke in Japanese, not bothering with English since if some people here didn’t bother, why should they?
Shaking the entire situation off, they swiftly left the main room to go investigate their new surroundings. The barcode-tattoo worked just like the mysterious man said it would, and Mayumi managed to to have a quick look around the rooms they could access before deciding to hole up in the theater. It looked nice enough and hopefully the seats were that nice fuzzy materi--hold the fucking phone.
Is that Space Jam playing?
Holy shit, it was. Mayumi knew what they were spending the rest of this silly prank doing. It’s movie time; not as good as peach time, of course, but just as good now that Space Jam was playing. And it was just starting, too. Nice.
They’d just settled into a seat-after confirming that the seats were indeed the velvet, fuzzy ones they always loved-and were pondering if they could get popcorn and a soda real quick before the actual movie started, when the door of the theater opened. Oh, how nice! They could watch a movie together. They turned in their seat, and nearly greeted them in Japanese before remembering that not everyone here seemed to speak that language. Well then, English it is.
“Come on and slam and welcome to the jam, friend. Gonna join me and watch a nice movie with me?”
