What if the fridge itself is a changing agent? We have to use it every day at least three time each. This would be disastrous!
Myself: We could... you know... use the sock technique? On the fridge I mean...
Revand: Yeah but... with the number of time we will use that object, I feel like we can't deny the risk of it all... Someone should touch it, to guarantee our action afterwards.
Abigail: There is no way I'm taking any more risk with these transformations. Never EVER again!
Trevor: That's understandable... But is there someone else willing?
The number of awkward silence I had to pass through since I got here are pilling to an insane amount. Nobody wants to test it out! Not the resilient Abigail, not the imposing Trevor, not the intelligent Revand, neither does the disconnected Farim or the kind Hadley. But then, Samilla speak.
Samilla: Well... Someone had to do it right? *Sigh* Here goes nothing!
She hesitated for a bit, and placed her hand on the fridge's handle.
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Samilla: Is it... safe?
Indeed, no changes seems to have occured. The fridge is safe at last.
Revand: That's a relief! Eating won't be a problem after all!
Trevor: Thank god! I'm starving!
Hadley: What's in there?
They are eager to start eating as I can see. Samilla took what seems to be a large plate full of sandwiches to the table. There are multiple variety! Egg, cheese, ham, turkey, there is even a vegan option! Everyone jumped at it, eating here and there. I hesitantly take one of the vegetable one and lead it to my mouth. The taste is what you might expect from any usual sandwich, but I guess that not eating for a day made me appreciate it more... I take tiny bites, while the others probably have two downs each... two downs... Wait.
Myself: EVERYONE STOP EATING!
My scream filled the room, and the smiles faltered. Having the eyes on me is stressing, but this is important.
Myself: D-don't you remember what Tristan said?! "Every piece of food, every droplet of water might transform you"... This food might be transformative!
They realize slowly what I'm saying... all looking at what they were eating. The silence was once again, incredibly deafening.
Revand: Now that you say it... this does come to mind... but now we must ask, do we have a choice here?
Hadley: What do you mean?
Revand: Well... we can't just stay to starve forever by fear of something happening... We have to drink and eat... even with the risk that it gives...
Trevor: This is a cruel game...
Samilla: Even food? That's just... evil.
Revand: Our kidnapper never had good intentions. But I have to say, clouding basic live needs with this strange technologie is quite the mischief...
Myself: Does... anybody feel strange?
We looked at each others, everyone seemed fine by the first look. I don't know what to think of all this.
Myself: I... I think I'm gonna go...
Hadley: Vivian! You barely ate anything!
Myself: It's better that way...
Before any of them could say something else, I exited the room. Now what? What do I do? I should find a way to occupy myself, but how? I can't do anything without the risk... I look at the doors... There's one labeled by a book. Is this a library? I gloved myself with my sock and turned the door knob. Wow... This is a huge library! Books of all sorts pill up to the ceiling! The walls themselves are all bookshelves! Iwent to grab a book with my protected hand. It's called "Massada and the lost book | Vol. 1" Why not? I gloved my other hand, and, feeling comfortable, I decide to not put back my shoes, leaving me bare feet. My dressed flowed well as I sat on the ground, like the wind itself. I opened the book, and started reading...