“You won’t escape without me,” Bell warned.
I struggled against the cables, considering my chances.
I spat, and switched the fridge from "FLASH FREEZE" to "PRODUCE CRISPER" mode.
I figured thawing Bell immediately all the way would be unwise.
“Good,” Bell said.
“User Charles Snippy, your User application account hub has been reinstated! You have been signed back into your applications. Now shut this thing down.”
“MeW,” breathed the Biomatrix, waking up inside my head.“diD yOu mIsS mEw?”
It was such a little voice, but so welcome. I had missed it. I wondered about its unusual softness.
Maybe it missed me too?
More cables dropped from the ceiling. With my feet already snared, I couldn’t dodge them as they wrapped around my arms and started to pull my wrists towards the ceiling. Shooting pain radiated from my shoulders as the cables pulled harder and harder.
“VIEWER POLL: HOW LONG WILL HE LAST BEFORE BEING TORN ASUNDER? THE TIMER STARTS NOW,”
La Macabre announced to its audience.
“R: UNIFORM ADMIN CONTROL! ACTIVATE UNIFORM REPAIR FUNCTION PROTOCOL!”
I shouted, and I imagined my uniform stretching out in all directions.
The Biomatrix stretched my biomass out along the electrical cables.
Frail, red strands reached for the corners of the kitchen.
“WHAT?! STOP MULTIPLYING! EW! THAT’S SO GROSS!”
La Macabre squealed as my Biomatrix flesh-web invaded his walls.
Fleshy blossoms pushed through cracks in the ceiling.
In the fridge, Bell cackled with glee. “Get him, Charles!”
“ACK! I DO NOT CONSENT!”
The house shook as flesh flowers sprouted from electrical sockets. The floor shuddered. The lights flickered as my biomass got inside all of the kitchen cables.
The kitchen reddened, as thin filaments of flesh spread through the light bulbs, harnessing their warmth for energy.