Yeah, it was Alice, shouting from the top of the hole, though he couldn't make out what she was shouting for
some reason.
He didn't get much chance to, as he could barely make out two men escorting her away... What was going on?
Aaron was starting to grow tense.
And again, as if on cue, he saw something that frightened him to no end. A cement mixer, he was sure, had
backed up towards the hole. Before he had time to even react, gallons of wet cement were layered on top of
him.
This didn't work out too well for Aaron, as he was a bit of a claustrophobic. "No! What's going on! Get me out
of here!" He would have hyperventilated, had he the necessary organs to do so. Immediately, despite the fact
that he knew he was an inanimate object anyway, he tried to struggle, to break free of his prison and escape
the small space, but of course, he couldn't move at all.
At first, his body was sloshing around with the wet cement, and he had a small hope that he would somehow make
his way to the top, that his little head would poke out and someone would notice him. But as his movements
went from slow to almost still, he gave up altogether. Still, the fear of being in such a tight squeeze scared
him stiff - quite literally. The fear just grew worse and worse as he felt the concrete hardening all around
him.
Finally, it set.
And at the very same time, Aaron's fate was set. Not only was he trapped as a plushie, but he was buried under
god knows how much concrete. The thought dawned on him, as he realised that he could very well be trapped
under the concrete for years, maybe even centuries.