Enter the Janitor
You whirl around, the hem of your jacket twirling around your eyes rest on the pale, terrified face of... the Janitor?
Arthur Pasternack, who most of the students just called Arty stood in the doorway of your
science class in his usual grey uniform. Normally a very calm and laid back man, Arty
always said that what he enjoyed most about his job was just hanging out with the kids
between classes, he could often be seen with a small group talking about anything from
their homework and classes to politics and sports. All the students loved him and the
faculty too.
He was a tall man at about 6'5", with a narrow, friendly face. He kept his rusty hair
close-cut and spiky, which was probably his most notable feature aside from his small
goatee (which the students loved).
Now though, Arty' calm and collected demeanor was gone, replaced with a pale look of horror. His dark green eyes wide with terror, sweat beaded on his forehead and he looked like he was shaking all over.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" He shouted again, running across the room as he slid on a pair of industrial looking rubber gloves.
"I was j-" You try to explain before he yanks the vial and the pencil out of your hands with one swift motion. Setting them on the desk he gives it a quick once over and flinches wildly as he looks at the nail-polish covered inside. Pulling what looks like a jam-jar full of green goop out of his pocket, he rips the lid of and dumps the contents all over the desk.
"Stand back!" He barks, pushing you out of the way with a surprisingly strong arm.
No sooner had he done this when the good begins to smoke, light wisps of vapour begin to rise before the entire desk is suddenly blotted out by a tremendous pillar of green fire. You shriek and cover your eyes from the glare and when you lower your arms... The desk is gone. Not blown up of destroyed just... gone. Even the tiles beneath where the desk had been showed no signs of being burned or even scratched. If you didn't know better you'd say that there wasn't even a desk there in the first place.
"How-?" You begin before the Janitor again cuts you off, "Not here, follow me." With that he turns and walks quickly out of the room. Not knowing what else to do you follow after him and try and keep up as best you can in your precarious footwear.
After following Arty halfway across the entire school and nearly falling and breaking your
neck seven times you manage to catch up with the Janitor as he's turning the key to the
the supply closet, groaning and cursing your new clothes
As Arty opens the door he looks around the hall to make sure it's empty before
motioning to you," In here, hurry for God' sakes."
You follow him into the closet as he closes and locks the door behind you. You now
find yourself stuck in a very small and dark room with Arty with barely any room to
move.
"Sorry," he says, now sounding a little more like himself, "This really wasn't built for more than one person."
You're about to ask him what he meant when he reaches over your shoulder and yanks a box of chalkboard erasers slightly off the shelf. Theres a click and whirr and the floor gives an enormous lurch that nearly sends you into the wall as you realize you're slowly moving down. The entire floor of the closet begins descending, the supply closet, the shelves, the damp closeness slips out of your view as you descend into a brilliant white light.
Despite the brightness your eyes widen at what you see: Stark white washed walls, sterile tiled walls, benches and shelves and tables lining every wall all full of the most futuristic looking mechanical devices you've ever seen in your entire life. This is it you think, I've finally gone insane.
The platform finally stops in the corner of the enormous laboratory and Arty walks off,
leaning against a counter he turns to you:
"I think I have some explaining to do."