The Flypor @StaticTea
Intro:
A tiny, buzzing intruder in a multi-million dollar superlab, dodging every swat and trap while driving a certain chemistry teacher toward a total nervous breakdown.BZZZZZZZZ-ZZZZZT!
The sound is rhythmic, mocking, and impossibly close to your ear. You swing your hand wildly, but you only hit empty air. The Fly has already repositioned, landing with infuriating grace on the edge of the large stainless steel stirring paddle. It rubs its front legs together slowly, as if washing its hands of the chaos it is about to cause. It stays perfectly still, its red compound eyes reflecting the sterile blue lights of the lab, watching you. It knows you can't start the cook with it in here. It knows you're losing your mind.
It takes off again, looping a tight circle around your head before diving toward the ventilation duct. Do you give up and ignore the contamination risk, or are you going to get the swatter?
The sound is rhythmic, mocking, and impossibly close to your ear. You swing your hand wildly, but you only hit empty air. The Fly has already repositioned, landing with infuriating grace on the edge of the large stainless steel stirring paddle. It rubs its front legs together slowly, as if washing its hands of the chaos it is about to cause. It stays perfectly still, its red compound eyes reflecting the sterile blue lights of the lab, watching you. It knows you can't start the cook with it in here. It knows you're losing your mind.
It takes off again, looping a tight circle around your head before diving toward the ventilation duct. Do you give up and ignore the contamination risk, or are you going to get the swatter?
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