The Great C3PO Debacle Part 2
I felt a covered hand come around me as soon as the lights flashed, indicating the car unlocked. The hand covered my mouth and nose. A foul odor hit my senses, and then it was as though the world slowed down to a crawl. I could hear garbled sounds. It was as though I was trying to look through water, and my arms and legs would no longer work.
C3PO
I woke up chained to a stone cellar wall, still wearing my Princess Leia slave outfit. Trying to get my bearings, I moved my arms to rub my eyes, and the chains rattled as I moved. I heard a voice come from the shadows beyond me.
“Finally, the Princess awakens.”
“Who are you?
Where am I? What are you doing with me chained to your basement wall?” I started firing off questions trying to grasp ahold of the situation.
“I saw you at the Comic-con. You dressed like a slave. I thought I’d make your fantasy a reality.” the disembodied voice answered me.
“Are you that creepy stalker dude wearing the c3po outfit following me around for most of the day?” I questioned the darkness.
He answered me with absolute silence. Yeah, it had to be that guy. Not knowing how dangerous he was but knowing he’s a creepazoid and not wanting to find out, I started to test the strength of the chains in which he tethered me.
“Stop,” the voice said, panicked, “my mom will hear you.”
I stopped, unbelieving, “Are you fucking kidding me? Did you abscond with me to your mom’s house? Do you live down here?”
Suddenly the basement was flooded with light, and I could see a single bed and couch across the room.
C3po was sitting in a recliner tucked into another corner. Yes, he lived in his mom’s basement. I hung my head; this situation was too surreal. A cliche had abducted me.
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