Mock Mondays
{"We should always be asking ourselves: 'Is this something that is, or is not, in my control?'" - Epictetus, Enchiridion... Today's an entry post for @jayna's contest of 250-word, 100-word and 50-word taskers all in one! Of course she just judges the two-hundred-word-tasker one, but I do the others for fun! <3 ... No music-aides for today...}
- Spooky at the controls -
Popcorn landing in the hole of the mouth with ears and eyes eargerly scanning each area monitored, a small hum echoes as she jams along with the song. Her hands occasionally caressing the control panel, her mind always was in constant odds in what to exactly do.
"Oh, if only I could control their fate with pinpoint accuracy, then would I know what to do. Should I pull now as the levers irk and lets out such subject? Oh! What to press as the buttons squirm and lets this subject be on the loose? Who to type to as to mess with this wanderer's mind? By golly, where will this wandering dolt go next so I can move my hand and let their next round of suffering begin as I fail to control my laughter... What, oh what, should I do?"
The screen began flashing a stream of colours to her eyes, staring back to see an error from the CAT-DOS stating some gibberish. But her eyes itched not away for her hands to move the mouse to close the pop-up, her mind was too perturbed on it to just let it rest. And so, her voice-box found the confidence to slip out what raged across her mind:
"A-ha! Why didn't I think of that sooner, alright come over here lil' mic. Ahem. CAT-DOS, release subject five and nest her behind a gate; further instructions: activate gate after wanderer passes yay-say two meters."
So flew the popcorn again - snickering devilishly.
- Controlled frequency -
Radio-set announcing its touchdown with the Earth, it was being fickled by a million hands with all the knobs and antenna-positioning. A stable frequency emitting, a simple button was pressed.
"Grand SIR, patch me to Echo Two"
"Request granted."
"Echo two, report."
"R-rip-c-c-cord, out-outbreak. Necrotics in-b-bound. Qu-ar-rantine."
"Grand SIR, ripcord connection."
"Frequency terminated."
"All units: Echo Two has been compromised. Orders are to change to contain, control, cease. For you rookies: contain necrotic, control area and cease spread. Can't tell you the last time we failed quarantine, controlling an infection spread like was like herding cats."
Transmission cut, boots racing.
- Fifty controls -
"Pick a control panel, any you like."
Fingers caressing each control panel, the tingles of soft metal with that smooth rubber texture giving a long needed dopamine boost.
"Ah, you choose something. Are you sure?"
Fingers pressed upon the lips, all soon contorted to an "okay" sign.
"Come with me."
Two things: it's been a splendid time with the current week of FTS, all the entries and their spices of variety, and, second thing, just having to correct them with the fact that I co-prompted the current contest week...
You can imagine how blerrie fun that was to mention in every comment to the point one could just stop saying it, but best not to because any of them can get a @curie upvote and well nobody knows your Ukochany helped make the prompt for this week. Eh, guess the price for being on the contest current week is that something will screw up - should've ensured to begin with but a note is that I hadn't made the post but it since then has been corrected. So not worth making a fuss of it anymore, realistically; there's more to life than critiquing others and finding faults in literally everything, gotta accept the obscurity at points and learn to find meaning in a miasma soup...
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I thought "Controlled Frequency" was fun.
UwU ~ Thanks- wait what's fun of being in the middle of necrotic war zone now? :p
Just kids, I know yah meant it was funner to read than the other two. Thanks for reading!
Entertaining
I feel like this comment was bigger but accidentally some parts of the comment got cut. So I got no reference what was entertaining and what was not. Blep :p
The stories were entertaining. Maybe I missed something in the way of philosophy? Otherwise they just seemed to be written for fun.
There, a much better and less repressed comment~
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Ahhh Spooky at the helm!! I can just picture her in the control room, trying to figure out the best way to cause the maximum scares!
Alas Spooky, but that we all could, then we'd know what to do! This feels very much like the other side of the players experience of Spookys mansion, but we know the player isn't you, cos spooky got that popcorn from somewhere... now if only she'd share
Spooky nooooo come back, you don't have to share... it's okay, Victor will make us more, never ending popcorn!!!
!!!! !!!!
what!!!! Bam, you blew this one up into a whole other story with those few words, and still just as intriguing!! <3 although i probably have a stronger picture with just the few additions you have brought in here, have me wondering about what the original orders where, the last time quarantine failed, feels like the intro scene to an action game or zombie movie!
The language choice in the last one gives a sensual tone to what otherwise could be a very practical description of operating machine. Whereas this, feels like someone has just selected their pleasure, and is being led off to enjoy it, adding a new element to the 'control' aspect!
UwU ~ Thanks for reading, complimenting, ..., analyzing and commenting!
It is a Spooky mansion after all! ;^
She is a bit narcisstic, wanting the most scares she can induce~ And yeah, my neverending pile of popcorn has been running a bit dry...
;-; Come back Spooky!!!!~ ;-;
!!!!~
I wonder as well the orders... But thanks again for the compliments!!!!~
Analyzing it very well as yah always do!!!!~ Nailing it in the head of what I wanted to gesticulate to the reader~
Okay I think I have sort of figured out what’s happening in “Spooky at the Controls.” Spooky is trying to scare people who walk through, right? And she is trying to decide the best way to do it for the optimal effect? Then she puts something behind a gate and releases it to chase the hapless victim?
UwU ~ Thanks for reading and thanks for the comment! You pretty much guessed it right. (And by golly how did I forget to mention I made this while being drunk? Jeez, I need to keep track of that.)