"They'll get sticky when you twist them, that lets them connect." She explains, idly twisting the cables she'd brought for herself. Luka should be counting his lucky stars that he can't see just how gross the thick, oozy black goop blobbing up on the ends of the cables looks. It was like if glue was clear like syrup and got as blobby as whipped cream. And was horrible oily black in color.
"Then touch them to the cube and hold the other ends." She continues, moving in to connect her two cables to two sides of the cube. She helps Luka with his if he needs it, making sure they're attached.
When Luka grabs the ends of his cables: He'll find himself standing in the center of his bedroom. At home. The sun is shining outside, is it morning?
His phone beeps to announce the arrival of a new text. This one does not auto-read loudly on its own like the others had.
"Where are we?" says the text from Nine's mystery number.
If this was Luka's bedroom, the rest of his house had to be connected, right? (The rest of his house was not, in fact, connected. But what else was out there?)
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"Then touch them to the cube and hold the other ends." She continues, moving in to connect her two cables to two sides of the cube. She helps Luka with his if he needs it, making sure they're attached.
When Luka grabs the ends of his cables: He'll find himself standing in the center of his bedroom. At home. The sun is shining outside, is it morning?
His phone beeps to announce the arrival of a new text. This one does not auto-read loudly on its own like the others had.
"Where are we?" says the text from Nine's mystery number.
If this was Luka's bedroom, the rest of his house had to be connected, right? (The rest of his house was not, in fact, connected. But what else was out there?)