The Skeletator Man

I open my eyes and look up at a ceiling.

I'm sitting in a chair, can't move.

What feels like a belt is holding my head in place to the backrest.

"Hey, body, are you alright?" I suddenly hear. 

I move my eyes down; I can now see most of another man's face there.

His head is also strapped down.

His eyes are darting left and right, teeth clenched, struggling to free himself.

"Hey, buddy, have any idea what's going on here?" I say.

"No. Not an F****ing idea what's happening." He angrily responds.

"That's fine, I'll ask someone else." I say.

"Dude, there is nobody else here!" he says.

"Okay, have a nice life," and then I turn to my chair and try to free myself.

As I make my own attempts, knowing they would be useless, but trying anyway, I can hear the man saying "F*** F***!".

"Hey, dude, stop the profanity," I yell at him.

"STOP THE PROFANITY?"

He starts trying to rip his chair off the ground... but...

The chair is bolted to the floor, it won't move. Then man gets pretty close to me, and I am clostraphobic. And if we could move, we could probably touch, and I would spray myself with quite a bit of Frebreeze.

Then the man's eyes roll back in his head.

"What's going on?" I say to him.

Suddenly, his eyes roll back and he looks at me.

"Uh -- oh --- nothing ---"

Now I'm freaking scared out of my shell.

"Are you sure?" I say.

"Yes." He responds.

I have no idea how this will play out. With a sea saw or a train?

I look around as much as I can to see if there are any doorss are windows, but of course the ceiling is high as freak and I can't see any walls.

There is a spotlight high over head illuminating us as if we are in a television show.

All my fingers can feel are the edges of the armrest. And I can't hear anything beyond my own breathing and the attempted movements of my newfound companion.

"Newfound companion?" the man says unbelievably as he attempts to kill himself.

"Yeah," I say, "We have struck friendship within each other!"

"NO WE HAVEN'T! Look dude," the man starts, "I am freaking trying to f***ing get out of this mess. Someone is trying to kill us."

"Or bring us together."

"SHUT THE F*** UP!"

"What could have brought us here? Is this torture? Is there some psychotic force that brought us together?" 

"Maybe. Or maybe is was that guy from saw and wants us to find out why we are here."

The man is obviously angry. 

So I Try to help.

"Don't be so angry," I say, "We'll get out of here, and we'll continue to live our lives!"

"We're going to die, dude," he says hopelessly, "we're going to f***ing die."

"JUST STOP CUSSING FOR ONE DANG MINUTE!" I bellow. Nothing but trash is coming out of this guy's mouth. 

But then, suddenly I get an odd feeling.... But horribly, Whatever the answer is, I can feel in my gut that someone's going to die.

Hopefully not me.

"Listen, dude," the man suddenly says, "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Oh no, It's okay, I've been yelled at more times than I can remember."

Then both of us attempts to get out of here... when...

Suddenly a loud screech.

Deafening sounds.

Speakers crackle.

A booming voice.

"Good evening gentlemen. As you have no doubt discovered, a skeleton has popped out."

"DANG IT I HATE SKELETONS! THEY FREAKING LIVE UNDER MY DANG BEDS!"

"Oh well," I say, "I'll make friends with anyone, even a skeleton."

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