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Escape the factory

TF rating: Weirdest

11:20 PM, Saturday night. The time is ripe for young adults to go about their mischievous deeds. Drinking, smoking, and trespassing are all good activities for some casual fun right? Well, a group of seven college students will be doing option #3 as part of a little hazing ritual.

The five month old, Party-throwers Club of Smallmoth University, that has its members collaborate to make elaborate and fun parties wherever possible, have come to the decision that Sneaking into the abandoned "Kinka factory" would be the perfect initiation game. The students also decided that if that's gonna be their clubs haze, they should go in there themselves before accepting any new members.

The seven club members consisted of Chuck, the horror-obsessed, Halloween party guy, who sported a lanky build, pimpled round face, and a poorly done wave hair-do. Chuck's best friend, Damon, who enjoyed themed parties as well, had a more average size and weight, hairy arms and legs, dark, black hair, and some piercing green eyes to go along with his square jawline, was also a part of the club. Another member was Damon's girlfriend Casey, who had curly, brown hair, a curvy bodily figure, square glasses, and pale, gentle skin.

All three of these club members were heading down to the factory in Damon's car, Damon at the wheel, Casey in shotgun, Chuck in back. The factory was only a few miles from campus, so the ride was going to be easy.

"So, who do you guys think'll die first?" Chuck joked from behind the couple.

"That you trying to scare us?" Casey called back.

"No really, if this was a horror movie who would die first?"

"Probably you because you ran your mouth so much." Damon shot back.

"Nah, I'd be the guy that knows all the keys to surviving and does all the right things but dies anyway in the final act." Chuck replied. "Casey you'd probably be the final girl, and Damon you'd obviously be the final girl's love interest who has about a 50/50 chance of living."

"Right." Damon said, trying to sound sarcastic though he couldn't help but smirk. Chuck's banter always made him likable, as it wasn't empty nor was it irritating, just some fun, little remarks and one-liners.

The trio pulled up into the meeting-spot, the small parking lot in front of the factory, and saw two of their fellow club members waiting for them.

There was Melissa, the typical sorority girl that managed to have some pretty enjoyable gatherings. She tapped at her phone as her blonde hair blew in the wind, and her fit body laid across the hood of her car. She'd be pretty attractive if it weren't for that awful, almost golden, fake tan of hers. The other member waiting was Dylan, the suave, tattooed alcohol lover who always managed to avoid getting the cops called by throwing parties in the obscure locations around town. He was a little beefy, had a bit of a beard, a buzzcut, and a full length arm tattoo of some black vines.

After the new arrivals stepped out of their car, the five said their hellos. They got along fine, but not all of them were exactly friends. Melissa rather disliked Chuck due to a prank he pulled at a party the club had when they were just starting out, and Casey avoided Dylan most of the time because of his tendency to make inappropriate statements.

The group cracked open some beers and talked about their classes the coming year, Damon mentioning taking german and Melissa talking about how much work the two math courses she's taking are. As they were chatting, another car pulled up, and out stepped their missing links, the twins. Kevin and Gene were actually separated at birth, and when they were reunited, became instant friends as they shared a love of the outdoors, the indoors, and partying in both. The two ran over to the others in excitement, allowing them to make out their features in the dark. The brothers were similar, and one of the only ways to tell them apart was by the fact that Gene wore his hair in a ponytail and Kevin kept his short and neat. Otherwise, they both had coarse hands, similar short height, brown colored hair, and rather fuzzy eyebrows.

"Well, we didn't expect to see you two here." Damon said, accepting high-fives from both of the twins.

"Well, the gangs all here. Ready to go get murdered?" Chuck said, standing up and pumping his arms like a jogger.

"Just a second, I first want to make sure we all know where we're going." Dylan said, removing a piece of paper from his back pocket. "I swiped his map from the tourist desk over there." He said, pointing to a small booth near the entrance.

Dylan opened up the map and laid it down on the hood of his car, shining a light on it.

"We're here." He pointed to the southern-most point of the map. "There's a relatively straight path, but we'll make a detour to go through this worker's hallway." He said drawing an L shaped path on the map with his finger. "We take a right here, and a left and bam, we should be in and out in roughly twenty minutes. Stick together, and don't get lost."

"Sounds like a plan." Gene said. "Sure you don't wanna check out this room?" His brother Kevin asked, pointing to a place labelled Chocolate shop.

"Maybe some other time. I do wanna come back here and maybe have an orgy or two." Dylan replied, folding the map back up and putting it in his pocket.

Damon looked to his girlfriend. "You sure you wanna do this?"

She nodded confidently. "I got my big strong man to keep me safe", she teased.

"Let's just go, I wanna catch some sleep once we're outta here." Melissa said, starting off towards the entrance.

The rest of the gang followed her to the broken, glass doors, which they all squeezed by without any trouble.

After hopping over some old security turnstiles, and rounding a corner, they were able to see the full conveyor belt system in all its glory. The main was about 500 feet long, and towered about thirty feet in the air. There were several smaller conveyor belts and robotic arms built into the ground as well.

"What did this company used to make again?" Gene asked, approaching one of the low conveyor belts curiously.

"They were kinda like Bic, where they made tons of little things I think, pens, candy..." Casey replied, stopping as she looked closer at one of the robotic arms. "Hey..."

"What is it?" Chuck asked as he and Damon walked over to look at the machine with her.

"This barely has any dust or damage. It looks like it was installed a week ago." She responded, shining her smartphone's flashlight on it.

Sure enough, the thing looked brand new. It had a few warning stickers firmly attached, and a blue paint job that didn't even have a chip.

"Weird." Melissa said, as she and Dylan examined a pump a few yards away. "This machine looks new too."

"Guys where're the twins?" Chuck asked, turning around when he noticed their fellow students' absence.

"Right here!" Gene shouted from behind a large control booth for the main conveyor belt.

"I'm right here." Kevin said, revealing that he was just a bit of a ways away from the group and had been hidden in the darkness.

"Hey Gene! Don't go too far! We're-" Damon started shouting, but was cut off by a loud hissing sound, followed by some gears grinding together.

A small conveyor belt towards the other side of the room had lights around it turn on, and had begun to move. That wasn't the only thing though, because the robotic arms had begun to swivel and grab for something around as well. Two of them had caught something... someone!

"Whoa! They got me!" Gene yelled as he was placed onto the conveyor belt by the rather intelligent seeming arms.

Kevin and Damon reacted quickly, running to Gene's aid. The robotic arms, lowered Gene onto the conveyor belt, and another two moved in and restrained him with rope, tying him against a handrail on the right that stretched from one end of the conveyor belt to the other. He was perfectly tied so he couldn't easily escape his restraints, but he could also move down the conveyor belt as the rope would slide along the bar.

"Get me off this thing!" Gene shouted, squirming to no avail. Damon started trying to dig his fingers into the complex knots to loosen them, but Gene was moving too fast. Kevin started kicking at one of the arms, which responded by whirling around, picking him up and tying him down on the conveyor as well.

Damon, still trying to free Gene, ended up tripping and falling over on something he couldn't see in the dark. Another robot tried to capture him, but he rolled out of its reach. The twins however, were not so lucky. After standing up, Damon watched in horror as each of the screaming brothers were covered head to toe in a dark syrup after moving under an overhang of some kind. The ropes had vanished after they came out the other end, but it seemed the stuff they were covered in had immobilized them for the most part, though their muffled cries of panic were still audible. Two of some sort of long hoses plunged into the liquid that covered the boys, and began to make a pumping sound, causing their bodies to begin to lose their human shape. As fans began to blow down they became a rectangular shape. It soon became clear what that syrup was, chocolate! The boys had become two, enormous chocolate bars, which were lifted up and placed onto another moving conveyor belt, which wheeled them off to a door that had a sign above it reading Chocolate shop.

Damon, stunned at what he just witnessed, shouted when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but sighed in relief when he turned and saw it was Casey, the other three in tow.

"Did you guys- did you guys see that?" he asked, panting heavily.

They all nodded in reply.

"We gotta get out of here." Chuck said "Let's go back the way we came."

The five remaining club members stalked back to the doors wearily, but saw they had been sealed off with metal, garage-style doors that must've closed without them noticing.

"Shit, now what?" Dylan spat after kicking the door a few times.

"Now the five of you are gonna become part of our new inventory." A voice from behind them answered in a cold, sinister voice, that almost sounded like a cackle.

The group whirled around to see a silhouetted figure standing in the dark.

"Good luck." He said, before running off into the shadows.

"After him!" Damon yelled, sprinting in his direction. The others followed at different paces until. They ran for about a minute until Damon stopped them all.

"Wait!" he said. "We can't get lost in here! That's what he wants!"

"Yeah, he's right. Let's get far away from these arms though." Dylan said, turning to a door a gray door without any labels. "This way?"

"I don't like our odds, but it's probably safer than in here." Chuck agreed, going to open the door for them. "I'll go first." He said in a rare act of bravery.

After hesitating a few moments, Chuck pulled on the handle and swung the door open. Dylan shined a flashlight in from behind, revealing what looked like a locker room.

"Looks safe enough" he said before creeping in, followed by Damon, then Casey, then Melissa, and finally Dylan.

The group walked down the locker room in a line, examining the opened and abandoned metal cabinets. Damon pulled out his phone can dialed 911, but the calls wouldn't go through. The signal was probably being jammed.

Suddenly, they all stopped moving in fear. A distinct dropping sound was emanated through the room. Damon turned around to see that a large, glass pane had fallen between him and Chuck, and everyone behind them.

"What?!" He shouted, punching the glass pane and feeling that it was much stronger than it looked. After clutching his fist in pain for a few seconds, he looked back to his trapped girlfriend and acquaintances.

"Oh no..." he mumbled.

To be continued

Description
Escape the factory

TF rating: Weirdest

11:20 PM, Saturday night. The time is ripe for young adults to go about their mischievous deeds. Drinking, smoking, and trespassing are all good activities for some casual fun right? Well, a group of seven college students will be doing option #3 as part of a little hazing ritual.

The five month old, Party-throwers Club of Smallmoth University, that has its members collaborate to make elaborate and fun parties wherever possible, have come to the decision that Sneaking into the abandoned "Kinka factory" would be the perfect initiation game. The students also decided that if that's gonna be their clubs haze, they should go in there themselves before accepting any new members.

The seven club members consisted of Chuck, the horror-obsessed, Halloween party guy, who sported a lanky build, pimpled round face, and a poorly done wave hair-do. Chuck's best friend, Damon, who enjoyed themed parties as well, had a more average size and weight, hairy arms and legs, dark, black hair, and some piercing green eyes to go along with his square jawline, was also a part of the club. Another member was Damon's girlfriend Casey, who had curly, brown hair, a curvy bodily figure, square glasses, and pale, gentle skin.

All three of these club members were heading down to the factory in Damon's car, Damon at the wheel, Casey in shotgun, Chuck in back. The factory was only a few miles from campus, so the ride was going to be easy.

"So, who do you guys think'll die first?" Chuck joked from behind the couple.

"That you trying to scare us?" Casey called back.

"No really, if this was a horror movie who would die first?"

"Probably you because you ran your mouth so much." Damon shot back.

"Nah, I'd be the guy that knows all the keys to surviving and does all the right things but dies anyway in the final act." Chuck replied. "Casey you'd probably be the final girl, and Damon you'd obviously be the final girl's love interest who has about a 50/50 chance of living."

"Right." Damon said, trying to sound sarcastic though he couldn't help but smirk. Chuck's banter always made him likable, as it wasn't empty nor was it irritating, just some fun, little remarks and one-liners.

The trio pulled up into the meeting-spot, the small parking lot in front of the factory, and saw two of their fellow club members waiting for them.

There was Melissa, the typical sorority girl that managed to have some pretty enjoyable gatherings. She tapped at her phone as her blonde hair blew in the wind, and her fit body laid across the hood of her car. She'd be pretty attractive if it weren't for that awful, almost golden, fake tan of hers. The other member waiting was Dylan, the suave, tattooed alcohol lover who always managed to avoid getting the cops called by throwing parties in the obscure locations around town. He was a little beefy, had a bit of a beard, a buzzcut, and a full length arm tattoo of some black vines.

After the new arrivals stepped out of their car, the five said their hellos. They got along fine, but not all of them were exactly friends. Melissa rather disliked Chuck due to a prank he pulled at a party the club had when they were just starting out, and Casey avoided Dylan most of the time because of his tendency to make inappropriate statements.

The group cracked open some beers and talked about their classes the coming year, Damon mentioning taking german and Melissa talking about how much work the two math courses she's taking are. As they were chatting, another car pulled up, and out stepped their missing links, the twins. Kevin and Gene were actually separated at birth, and when they were reunited, became instant friends as they shared a love of the outdoors, the indoors, and partying in both. The two ran over to the others in excitement, allowing them to make out their features in the dark. The brothers were similar, and one of the only ways to tell them apart was by the fact that Gene wore his hair in a ponytail and Kevin kept his short and neat. Otherwise, they both had coarse hands, similar short height, brown colored hair, and rather fuzzy eyebrows.

"Well, we didn't expect to see you two here." Damon said, accepting high-fives from both of the twins.

"Well, the gangs all here. Ready to go get murdered?" Chuck said, standing up and pumping his arms like a jogger.

"Just a second, I first want to make sure we all know where we're going." Dylan said, removing a piece of paper from his back pocket. "I swiped his map from the tourist desk over there." He said, pointing to a small booth near the entrance.

Dylan opened up the map and laid it down on the hood of his car, shining a light on it.

"We're here." He pointed to the southern-most point of the map. "There's a relatively straight path, but we'll make a detour to go through this worker's hallway." He said drawing an L shaped path on the map with his finger. "We take a right here, and a left and bam, we should be in and out in roughly twenty minutes. Stick together, and don't get lost."

"Sounds like a plan." Gene said. "Sure you don't wanna check out this room?" His brother Kevin asked, pointing to a place labelled Chocolate shop.

"Maybe some other time. I do wanna come back here and maybe have an orgy or two." Dylan replied, folding the map back up and putting it in his pocket.

Damon looked to his girlfriend. "You sure you wanna do this?"

She nodded confidently. "I got my big strong man to keep me safe", she teased.

"Let's just go, I wanna catch some sleep once we're outta here." Melissa said, starting off towards the entrance.

The rest of the gang followed her to the broken, glass doors, which they all squeezed by without any trouble.

After hopping over some old security turnstiles, and rounding a corner, they were able to see the full conveyor belt system in all its glory. The main was about 500 feet long, and towered about thirty feet in the air. There were several smaller conveyor belts and robotic arms built into the ground as well.

"What did this company used to make again?" Gene asked, approaching one of the low conveyor belts curiously.

"They were kinda like Bic, where they made tons of little things I think, pens, candy..." Casey replied, stopping as she looked closer at one of the robotic arms. "Hey..."

"What is it?" Chuck asked as he and Damon walked over to look at the machine with her.

"This barely has any dust or damage. It looks like it was installed a week ago." She responded, shining her smartphone's flashlight on it.

Sure enough, the thing looked brand new. It had a few warning stickers firmly attached, and a blue paint job that didn't even have a chip.

"Weird." Melissa said, as she and Dylan examined a pump a few yards away. "This machine looks new too."

"Guys where're the twins?" Chuck asked, turning around when he noticed their fellow students' absence.

"Right here!" Gene shouted from behind a large control booth for the main conveyor belt.

"I'm right here." Kevin said, revealing that he was just a bit of a ways away from the group and had been hidden in the darkness.

"Hey Gene! Don't go too far! We're-" Damon started shouting, but was cut off by a loud hissing sound, followed by some gears grinding together.

A small conveyor belt towards the other side of the room had lights around it turn on, and had begun to move. That wasn't the only thing though, because the robotic arms had begun to swivel and grab for something around as well. Two of them had caught something... someone!

"Whoa! They got me!" Gene yelled as he was placed onto the conveyor belt by the rather intelligent seeming arms.

Kevin and Damon reacted quickly, running to Gene's aid. The robotic arms, lowered Gene onto the conveyor belt, and another two moved in and restrained him with rope, tying him against a handrail on the right that stretched from one end of the conveyor belt to the other. He was perfectly tied so he couldn't easily escape his restraints, but he could also move down the conveyor belt as the rope would slide along the bar.

"Get me off this thing!" Gene shouted, squirming to no avail. Damon started trying to dig his fingers into the complex knots to loosen them, but Gene was moving too fast. Kevin started kicking at one of the arms, which responded by whirling around, picking him up and tying him down on the conveyor as well.

Damon, still trying to free Gene, ended up tripping and falling over on something he couldn't see in the dark. Another robot tried to capture him, but he rolled out of its reach. The twins however, were not so lucky. After standing up, Damon watched in horror as each of the screaming brothers were covered head to toe in a dark syrup after moving under an overhang of some kind. The ropes had vanished after they came out the other end, but it seemed the stuff they were covered in had immobilized them for the most part, though their muffled cries of panic were still audible. Two of some sort of long hoses plunged into the liquid that covered the boys, and began to make a pumping sound, causing their bodies to begin to lose their human shape. As fans began to blow down they became a rectangular shape. It soon became clear what that syrup was, chocolate! The boys had become two, enormous chocolate bars, which were lifted up and placed onto another moving conveyor belt, which wheeled them off to a door that had a sign above it reading Chocolate shop.

Damon, stunned at what he just witnessed, shouted when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but sighed in relief when he turned and saw it was Casey, the other three in tow.

"Did you guys- did you guys see that?" he asked, panting heavily.

They all nodded in reply.

"We gotta get out of here." Chuck said "Let's go back the way we came."

The five remaining club members stalked back to the doors wearily, but saw they had been sealed off with metal, garage-style doors that must've closed without them noticing.

"Shit, now what?" Dylan spat after kicking the door a few times.

"Now the five of you are gonna become part of our new inventory." A voice from behind them answered in a cold, sinister voice, that almost sounded like a cackle.

The group whirled around to see a silhouetted figure standing in the dark.

"Good luck." He said, before running off into the shadows.

"After him!" Damon yelled, sprinting in his direction. The others followed at different paces until. They ran for about a minute until Damon stopped them all.

"Wait!" he said. "We can't get lost in here! That's what he wants!"

"Yeah, he's right. Let's get far away from these arms though." Dylan said, turning to a door a gray door without any labels. "This way?"

"I don't like our odds, but it's probably safer than in here." Chuck agreed, going to open the door for them. "I'll go first." He said in a rare act of bravery.

After hesitating a few moments, Chuck pulled on the handle and swung the door open. Dylan shined a flashlight in from behind, revealing what looked like a locker room.

"Looks safe enough" he said before creeping in, followed by Damon, then Casey, then Melissa, and finally Dylan.

The group walked down the locker room in a line, examining the opened and abandoned metal cabinets. Damon pulled out his phone can dialed 911, but the calls wouldn't go through. The signal was probably being jammed.

Suddenly, they all stopped moving in fear. A distinct dropping sound was emanated through the room. Damon turned around to see that a large, glass pane had fallen between him and Chuck, and everyone behind them.

"What?!" He shouted, punching the glass pane and feeling that it was much stronger than it looked. After clutching his fist in pain for a few seconds, he looked back to his trapped girlfriend and acquaintances.

"Oh no..." he mumbled.

To be continued