Chapter 14p3 – Crazy Stuff

Milly readied the Instawake syringe and looked back and forth between Tic and Dr. Fester. She made up her mind, lifted Tic’s blanket, and jabbed the needle into his thigh.

“Yeeeeow!” Tic shot bolt upright and wrapped his head in his arms. “Uuuuuurgh… Where are my legs!? I can’t find my legs!” He kicked his feet violently, knocking the blankets and the syringe onto the floor. “Oh, found them! Ow. Oooooh…”

“Are you okay?” said Milly.

“I think I need to puke…” Tic gagged, then swallowed. “False alarm. Hey: why is everything green and purple?”

Milly held up the packaging the Instawake had come in. Maybe she should’ve read the fine print.

“Oh,” said Tic, “so this is what Instawake feels like. Crazy stuff. Why’d you use it on me?”

“We’re under attack!”

“What? By who?”

“The Liberati!” Milly quickly explained the situation. “None of us are good enough pilots to get us out of here… We need you, Tic.”

Tic rubbed his temples. “Great. Just great. Why me?”

“No time for that!” said Milly. “Come on!” She grabbed Tic by the sleeve and dragged him towards the cockpit.

Before they made it there, they heard a booming knock from the side door of the hold. “Open up, if you know what’s good for you!” shouted a muffled voice.

Milly stopped. “Oh no! Did they break through into the loading bay already?”

“Open up!”

Overard stuck his head out of the hold. “It’s the curator!”

“The who?” said Tic.

“Oh, you’re awake,” said Overard. “The curator sold us the Jitterdrive. Should we let him in?”

About Tim Sevenhuysen

Tim Sevenhuysen writes sci-fi and other genre fiction. He is a microfiction expert, having written over 600 fifty-word stories. He is also a noncertifiable lunatic.

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