I lived with a bunch of siblings and friends, most of them much younger than me. A middle-aged man and two of his friends plotted to kill us. They started this online art forum for us to be a part of. It was called RTE. Pat was there, too.
We didn’t know that it was all a big murderous plot, but I was the first to realize what was going on. We lived in this massive mansion with a pool. I tried to protect the kids from getting hurt and from seeing me try to counter-attack these terrible men.
I ended up successfully killing one of the sidekick guys, the bald one. He had kidnapped one of the boys, probably around 7 years old. I couldn’t move him from where he was killed, right on the front stoop, so I left him there. I knew it was a matter of time before the leader guy realized I was wise to their plot and would immediately kill me.
My Aunt Amy showed up and was playing in the pool with the kids. I was very much acting weird, as I was preoccupied with all the traps I had set for these evil men, and I wasn’t even sure where the leader physically was in the mansion at that moment. Amy kept very loudly giving me shit for being so weird. I motioned for her to come over.
"You have no idea how much danger we are in," I seethed, "shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up! I am trying to keep us from getting killed. You have no idea. Shut up!" She was, understandably, very freaked out, and kept quiet.
I finally was able to get ahold of the authorities, and after a few tries I got someone who believed me. It had gotten so bad that I had hidden a bunch of the kids in these little colorful lockers for the time being.
To my horror, when the authorities came to help us, they actually were on the evil RTE man’s side. RTE was in cahoots with the police, somehow. They gathered up my sibling-friends and I and transported us to this huge RTE facility.
On the surface it was a magical creative play complex, separated by different colors and elements and the like. Everyone was making different kinds of stuff and running around completely enthralled. Some people were building robots, others were drawing, stuff like that. Only I knew that ultimately each child was going to be plucked away at random and brutalized.
I finally ran into Pat again in this big bustling open area with all these booths. I was so relieved, I had lost track of him at the mansion and I was so glad he was okay.
Pretty much in a desperate, manic state, I rattled off some plans of escape to him, asking him what he thought and if he had any ideas as well. He wouldn’t really look me in the eye. It dawned on me that he thought I was absolutely crazy - that he didn’t believe this was an evil scheme after all, and that I had essentially killed that other man for no reason.
"It, you know, seems pretty…nice here," he said, looking down. I stared at him with my mouth open.
"Just let it alone, Lauren," he sighed and walked off into the crowd. I felt like screaming. I tried to chase him in the crowd but I immediately lost him.
I ended up wandering from quadrant to quadrant, trying out the different laws of physics in each one. The kids there were all pretty rude to me, and I felt as though they had been programmed against me by the RTE guy to make my time there uncomfortable.
I was in the water quadrant, sitting high up in the air, in a floating pod pool with some kids. I was asking someone closer to my age how they got the different colors for the different quadrants.
"Oh, they installed the spectrum filters in a big shell outside the o-zone layer," they responded. I was baffled.
"That would have to be huge," I said, "don’t they need, uh, permission from the rest of the world to alter the atmosphere like that?"
"What do you mean, the rest of the world?" they asked. I buried my face in my hands. We were all doomed.