Writer A (deceased)
The Crowd's Words: FLANGES, TENTACLES, HUSKIES
She knew it would be mostly tentacles, but even this amount of tentacles surpsied her.
ANd just then, more tentACLES.
“Hey, mom, come over here. THere are more tentacles coming through!”
Her mom set sdown the wrench, and powered down the flange temporarily.
“We knew it would be tentacles, but—”
“I know,” Eliza interrupted. “Too many tentacles.”
“Well,” her mother said, brushing her hair back, “We have time to power up the flange and shunt the floober to the fleeb, but not all the way. wE’LL HAVE TO hook the billybart to the brewster, if we’re going to beat the storm.”
Eliza was sure they could do it; every man who ever told them they were just a pair of incest-doers because a story had two women in it and they weren’t talking about A FUCKING DUDE FOR ONCE would be proven wrong.
JUST THEN Blaze started barking. “What is it, boy?” THe tentacles were taking shape, Blaze, the perfect husky, started growling. THis… was a surprising amount of tentacles, even for the surprising amount of tentacles it was.
“Mom, we have to… we can’t outrun the blizzard. We have to lean into is.”
“Mhm. mhm. We can do that.”
I’M SHOWING NOT TELLIUNG YOU FUCKING HACKS
THE SCIENCE EXPEDITION THEY WERE ON, THAT NO MAN COULD DO, BECAUSE MEN ARE WEAK, HAD TO BE DONE IN THE NORTH POLE.
OF COURSE THEY’RE GOOD DOGS YOU IDIOTS. IT’S A HUSKY. JESUS CHRIST.
The point is, the blizzard was closing in on their science station. They had to make a choice—opening the portal, which would prove once and for all that there were other dimensions, or surviving.
Hahaha i just had to do dogs, he had to do rhyming couplets.
Eliza set down her Craftsman ™ wrench, and set her jaw. “We can do this. I have… a plan.”
I’ve already got meta bullshit, this is not my first rodeo.
Time was running short.
There was only one solution.
The mother had to go.
“Make sure Blaze survives!”
“Oh, most definitely. Obviously, mom. He’s the perfect dog.”
Her mother picked up the husky ™ hammer they had. It was unrelated to the dog. She slammed it against the flange.
The tentacles that had wrapped themselves around the two scientists, who happened to be women but were objectively scientists, had been closing in, and tightening.
The flange began to give. The fleeb was overpowered;
BECAUSE IT’s DRAMATIC
The floob was underpowered. It was… science.
And it was all happening here, in this science place. Light shot out from the portal. IT began to tighten in the tentacles; suddenly, the tentacles were the tightenees instead of the tighteners.
AND THEN THE TENTACLES EXPLODED. WITH, UH, WITH THE FLANGE. THE FLANGE AND THE TENTACLES EXPLODED. AND THE MOTHER WAS LOST.
Science was done.
Women had done it.