Everything Went Dark
"W̴̞͊͜h̷̭̺̣͠ȅ̷͍͗̂t̷̺̓h̸̹͕̔̇̈ē̵̤̹r̸͖͐ ̷͉̽̏o̸͙̍̇͒r̶̺̮̟̄̏͝ ̸̟̫̥̏ǹ̸͜͝ṑ̷̦͍ṫ̵̞͚̭͐́ ̶̮̹͑y̶͚͂o̸̬͓͋̾̈ủ̷̧̹̐͛ ̷̭̍̈́̑l̸̪͚͗̒̊ï̵̞̈ȅ̴̼͉͔͋͠d̶̘͑ͅ ̷̡̗̬̿̌d̵̘́ó̵̥͌e̶̱̽̽s̷͙̉͗̐n̷̳̓̔͂'̴̫͌̿͛t̶͚̣̏ ̴̟́m̶͎̃̓͝a̸͉͛͛t̵̠̪̀̅͝ṯ̸͌ȩ̷̞̝̕r̴̼̟̓ ̴̱̻̪̾̾n̷̪̕ò̶̲̣͐ẘ̴̟,̷̛̭̀ ̵͖̝̾̎d̸͙̊͑̒ǫ̴̬͕͆͒é̵̩s̵̨͎̩̈́͌͠ ̴̞̼̝̒͆ȉ̷̙͓̰̔̆t̵̢̙̜̒̄?̵̺͋" The Radio replied. "Į̷̳͆̉̕f̴̰̥̐̾̈́ ̸̼̂̚o̸̪̲̱͑͗n̵̻̪̊̄l̷̬̖͒y̴͍͗ ̴̣͑y̷̗͍̿͛̌͜ỏ̴͇͑͆ṳ̸̤͉͒ ̷̯̇w̶͙̐e̷̡͛́͘ͅř̵̠ȅ̷̟̭̉͜ ̴̼̣̘͊̌m̸̖͛͋̈́o̶͖͘r̵̰̟̅͆͝e̷̫̾͗ ̴̨̨͠c̶̣̭͑o̵͍̩͚͆n̴̪̝̎v̶͕͍̪̍̒i̴̻̒̊n̸̨͚̔̽̚c̷̗̱̒̄̂ĩ̸̝̜̭ṋ̶̳̉͐͠ͅg̷͍͉̔̅͛.̷̛̘̉̚ ̸͕͓̞̽͛̈N̴̘̤͑̆̚o̴̟̖͊̈́w̶̗͕̤͊͛,̸͈͒̈́͗ ̴͍͖̃͐͊l̷̠̘͗ȇ̶͖͇̓t̷̹͙̘̉'̶͚͚́͜͝s̸̲̣̖̆ ̸̛͖̝̰̃ǵ̸̰͎̟ḙ̸̡̨̊t̸̹̉͆ ̵̨̡̄͂̕ṭ̴̹̀h̴͙̆͝i̴̢̫̞̐͐s̶͚͖̖̐͝ ̴̧̡̖̀͑e̸͇̠̦͂̄̑x̵͕̳̍͠e̵̛̞̳̒̍ċ̴̱̺͉̄ȕ̴̥̕͝t̶̳̞͇̔i̴̝͍̱͑̆o̷̝̼͛̀́n̶̮̊̒ ̷̧̂̊o̵̢̹̞͂̚v̶̼͖͛ͅe̶̻͚̽́r̸̝̎ ̸͕̜͔͆ẅ̵̡̤͕́̃i̷̢̦̟̇̈̔t̶̡̪̼̾̍h̶͕̠̑͊ͅ.̴̠̗̻̋͐" The lights went out.
When they came back on, everyone was seated at a very fancy table with a lacy tablecloth, many vases of flowers, and other table decorations. Each person was sitting in front of several plates, cups, and a ton of different kinds of silverware. One person was sitting in a chair at the head of the table that was facing away from the rest of the group. That person was the actual murderer.
Metal bars protruded from the chairs and strapped the students to place in their chairs. They could only move their arms and heads. The gym doors flew open and in walked dozens of mini (and very cute) robot waiters, all carrying dishes of foods, trays of drinks, and plates of desserts. They were placed in the middle of the table and on the students plates. Somehow, and no one knew how, the food was exactly what each student was craving and their favorite meals at that moment. After no one made a move to eat the delicious-smelling food, someone cautiously took a bite of whatever was on their plate. They chewed for a moment and swallowed. They gave everyone a thumbs up, this food must be a 'meal before death row' kind of meal.
Everyone shrugged and began to eat. However, someone took a long sip of a milkshake that they had and their face paled. Then that person fell forwards and face planted into their food. Jennan stopped eating mid-bite to stare at them. Another round of food was brought in, even though they had barely scratched the surface of their last course. Jennan wanted to ask the mini (and very cute) robot waiters what had happened to that person, but the person was carried away and the smell of the next course wafted through the air...What person? There was always four of them anyways, not five...
Jennan felt herself getting full, but this food was so good. Someone had taken a bite of a really tasty-looking lasagna. They took a few more bites before stopping to clench their stomach. A loud beeping had interrupted the pleasant feasting of the students. The beeps grew louder. And louder. And faster, like so fast it was kind of causing mind anxiety in the group. Then everyone realized the beeping was coming from that lasagna-eater's stomach. They imploded. Food bits, blood, flesh bits, and whatever else was inside that person flew everywhere. Half of Jennan's face was covered in dark blood. More mini (and very cute) robot waiters came back in to carry out whatever they could pick up of the imploded person. Following them came the third course. However, there was a very large plate. What was on it? Who cared about anything else? This was the most important thing right now.
On this large plate, was the body of the person who drank the milkshake and passed out. To most, it would look like a corpse cooked nicely and covered in seasoning. To the three students, it looked like a meal that would kill Gordon Ramsey from how good it looks and would taste. A delicious-looking Oreo cheesecake was placed in front of Jennan. She hoped there would still be some of the plated corpse to eat after her cheesecake as she shoveled the cheesecake into her mouth. The cheesecake was really thick. Jennan washed some of it down with a vanilla milkshake and continued to eat the cheesecake. The milkshake and the cheesecake had gotten stuck in her throat. She couldn't breath. Jennan started to choke and she tried to tug on the two other's sleeves. They ignored her. The food was too good. She really couldn't breath and it was becoming a problem. Jennan knocked the milkshake over as more mini (and very cute) robot waiters brought out cups of pudding sprinkled with bits of charred flesh and blood. Jennan slumped back in her chair. Everything went dark.
When they came back on, everyone was seated at a very fancy table with a lacy tablecloth, many vases of flowers, and other table decorations. Each person was sitting in front of several plates, cups, and a ton of different kinds of silverware. One person was sitting in a chair at the head of the table that was facing away from the rest of the group. That person was the actual murderer.
Metal bars protruded from the chairs and strapped the students to place in their chairs. They could only move their arms and heads. The gym doors flew open and in walked dozens of mini (and very cute) robot waiters, all carrying dishes of foods, trays of drinks, and plates of desserts. They were placed in the middle of the table and on the students plates. Somehow, and no one knew how, the food was exactly what each student was craving and their favorite meals at that moment. After no one made a move to eat the delicious-smelling food, someone cautiously took a bite of whatever was on their plate. They chewed for a moment and swallowed. They gave everyone a thumbs up, this food must be a 'meal before death row' kind of meal.
Everyone shrugged and began to eat. However, someone took a long sip of a milkshake that they had and their face paled. Then that person fell forwards and face planted into their food. Jennan stopped eating mid-bite to stare at them. Another round of food was brought in, even though they had barely scratched the surface of their last course. Jennan wanted to ask the mini (and very cute) robot waiters what had happened to that person, but the person was carried away and the smell of the next course wafted through the air...What person? There was always four of them anyways, not five...
Jennan felt herself getting full, but this food was so good. Someone had taken a bite of a really tasty-looking lasagna. They took a few more bites before stopping to clench their stomach. A loud beeping had interrupted the pleasant feasting of the students. The beeps grew louder. And louder. And faster, like so fast it was kind of causing mind anxiety in the group. Then everyone realized the beeping was coming from that lasagna-eater's stomach. They imploded. Food bits, blood, flesh bits, and whatever else was inside that person flew everywhere. Half of Jennan's face was covered in dark blood. More mini (and very cute) robot waiters came back in to carry out whatever they could pick up of the imploded person. Following them came the third course. However, there was a very large plate. What was on it? Who cared about anything else? This was the most important thing right now.
On this large plate, was the body of the person who drank the milkshake and passed out. To most, it would look like a corpse cooked nicely and covered in seasoning. To the three students, it looked like a meal that would kill Gordon Ramsey from how good it looks and would taste. A delicious-looking Oreo cheesecake was placed in front of Jennan. She hoped there would still be some of the plated corpse to eat after her cheesecake as she shoveled the cheesecake into her mouth. The cheesecake was really thick. Jennan washed some of it down with a vanilla milkshake and continued to eat the cheesecake. The milkshake and the cheesecake had gotten stuck in her throat. She couldn't breath. Jennan started to choke and she tried to tug on the two other's sleeves. They ignored her. The food was too good. She really couldn't breath and it was becoming a problem. Jennan knocked the milkshake over as more mini (and very cute) robot waiters brought out cups of pudding sprinkled with bits of charred flesh and blood. Jennan slumped back in her chair. Everything went dark.
