Posted Tue Jan 19, 2016 | 301 Words | Tagged story inanimate footie lab tales liverpool

It was 5.30 in the morning. I had enough of the noise in my building. Being a student in a block of student flats was not enjoyable in the slightest. Thankfully my building was mostly quiet.

However it was Monday morning, and I had to go to my job in a few hours. I tried phoning to get someone to come out and tell them off. I tried going down and yelling at them once already. All I felt was rage building and building. 

But then I thought how I could really teach them a lesson. After all, it wasn’t like many people would miss them for a week. I wondered, no, should I do that? Would the mistress get annoyed? It was only in testing… oh it’ll be fine surely.

I got dressed in something that would be appropriate and went to the source of the noise. Ah, the “social room”. Of course!

I yelled at them to no response. They seemed dead in their eyes. Pissed out of their minds but unable to sleep themselves from the noise.

Then I just pressed the start button on my phone. The music stopped. I wanted to hear what they had to say.

They were feeling sick and didn’t want to move much still. In fact they were shrinking down and down. Bumps appearing on them for studs. Then they started freaking out and pleading. There wasn’t anything I could do, we hadn’t even started to think about adding a stop function. Their skins turning various shades depending on the style I picked out.

All that was left was a scattered selection of footie boots. And I knew my favourite team could do with some new boots for the match. That’ll teach them for dealing with someone who works in the lab.