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The Time Machine	By : kittykins667 Category: S through Z > Space Jam Views: 3865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Space Jam or any of the characters in it, nor am I making any money from this story. I do own the other characters though because they are myself and my friends. xD

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One ridiculously cold autumn day, Amber is driving downtown to meet up with her friends. She has always refused to drive downtown, but decided that today was a good day to face her fears. She brushes her waist-length hair out of the way of her driving. None of this looks familiar at all, she thinks as she looks around at all the streets and buildings.
With a GPS, most people wouldn’t need to fear getting lost, but Amber’s GPS is a little… stupid. To say the least, she thinks irritably. It would sometimes tell her to turn where there wasn’t even a road. And no matter how many times she updated it, it never got any better.
“Turn left,” says the GPS in its usual robotic, female voice once Amber is already halfway through the intersection. She sighs as she misses her turn.
“Why don’t you ever WORK?! UGH!!!” she shouts out of frustration. Oh yes, Amber, let’s talk to the GPS like a crazy person. That’ll help. When I get my next paycheck I’m definitely investing in a new one of these little fuckers…
She pulls over by a series of vacant-looking buildings to look at the directions that she’d printed off of Google as backup. As usual, the GPS has taken her in a completely different direction. After a few moments of trying to figure out a new route, she decides to ask someone for directions. With a heavy sigh, she leaves her car and heads for the nearest building.
Upon inspection, the building appears to be vacant. But then she takes notice of a light in one of the upper windows. Well, this just screams “horror movie”… Whatever, how else am I supposed to get anywhere? I need to stop always being so paranoid, she thinks, irritated with herself. Gathering up her courage, she walks into the building and up the stairs to the brightly lit room.
“Hello? Anybody here?” she calls. No response. Looking around, she realizes that a weird looking machine is what’s lighting up the room. It looks like a bulky, metallic arcade game.
As she moves closer to better observe it, she notices words lighting up the otherwise black screen. They read like this:
TIME MACHINE
DESTINATION: 6:45 P.M., SEPTEMBER 21^st, 2216 A.D.
ITEMS: SELF, CAR, NECESSITIES
EDIT? ENTER?
Blinking at it in confusion, she says, “What the fuck?” She stands there in stunned silence for a moment before starting to laugh. “There’s no way! I bet someone put this here for kicks. Let’s see…” she says, pushing the enter button. All at once, the light from the machine intensifies and Amber feels a horrible falling sensation.
Eventually, she hits the ground, bruising her knees in the process. “Ouch! What the fuck?! It actually worked?!” she exclaims, looking around in astonishment. The floor looks much older than before and is coated with a thick layer of dust, which floats up from her landing in it, making her cough.
Getting up and heading over to look out the window, she’s surprised to find a blackish-purple sky with a moon that looks more like Saturn. Holy shit! This is Earth? she thinks in disbelief, But the sky… it’s so alien… It’s beautiful, but what the fuck happened to the moon? Feeling herself start to panic slightly, she thinks, Okay, Amber, just relax… You’ll just put the right date in the time machine and presto! You’ll be back at home in no time.
Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she walks back over to the time machine. The screen now reads:
TIME MACHINE
DESTINATION: 6:45 P.M., SEPTEMBER 21^st, 2012 A.D.
ITEMS: SELF, CAR, NECESSITIES
EDIT? ENTER?
Sighing with relief, Amber hits enter. Much to her horror, an error message pops up that reads:
ERROR CODE 106
YOU ARE UNABLE TO TRAVEL SOONER THAN EVERY 6 MONTHS DUE TO THE DANGERS POSED BY ALTERING TIME. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER. THANK YOU.
“Oh… shit… You’ve GOT to be kidding me! I can’t stay here!” she shouts, hitting enter over and over again only to receive the same message.
“UGGGHHH!!!!!” she cries, finally giving up and collapsing to the floor. She soon regrets that too, as the dust floats up again. “JESUS TITTY BALLS!!!” she coughs angrily at the dust.
After calming down slightly, she decides that she might as well try to enjoy herself while she’s stuck here. She promptly gets up, heads back down the stairs, and leaves the building.
She’s happy to find her car still sitting there, looking the same as always. She peers through the rear window to see her laptop case and the blue bag filled with her necessities; she had planned to spend the night with a few of her friends. I guess it really does take everything with you that it says it will… That’s one good thing, at least, she thinks optimistically before hopping into the driver’s seat.
She then starts it up and heads down the street, wondering what new things await. Well, at least the sky is beautiful, she thinks happily as she drives.
Eventually, she gets past all of the abandoned, rotting buildings and on to newer ones. The new ones are strange though. Most of them are at least three times larger than normal, with doors and windows to match. Wow, future people must be huge… And I thought I was too short before… she thinks anxiously. She takes her time admiring the gigantic buildings as she drives, some with gigantic vehicles parked in front of them.
Just then, out of nowhere comes an insanely huge, green… man… creature… thing? Whatever it is, it’s just over eight feet tall, dark green, and terrifying, with a gremlin-like head and glowing red eyes. Amber lets out a gasp and, as she does so, it looks over at her. Its face immediately goes from a look of shock to an evil, menacing grin. It hurriedly jumps into what she assumes to be its vehicle and rushes after her as she drives by.
“Well, fuck!” she exclaims, hitting the petal to the metal in an attempt to speed away from the terrifying creature that can apparently drive.
She begins taking sharp turns at random streets in a mad effort to lose the beast. Luckily, its truck is much bigger than her puny car, making it harder to maneuver around some of the smaller corners. It soon loses her, in what she assumes to be the ruins of human civilization. She then slows down just enough to look for a place to hide.
Eventually, she comes upon an abandoned house with its garage wide open. The car that had once occupied it is now crashed into the next door neighbor’s house, part of a skeleton hanging out of the driver’s seat. Knowing that she needs to move quickly, she doesn’t take the time to speculate what happened to the poor person before swiftly pulling her car into the empty garage.
After turning it off, she runs around the front yard frantically, grabbing handfuls of dirt to make her car look old and tattered like the others in the neighborhood. Once she’s finally made it look as shabby as possible without damaging her baby too much, she grabs her belongings out of the backseat and heads for the garage entrance to the house. She tries opening it. As she expects, in the person’s rush to escape the monsters, they didn’t lock it. Lucky for me, I guess… she thinks in an attempt to be optimistic. She goes into the house, shutting and locking the door as quietly as possible behind her.
It’s a very nice house, or it would’ve been a few hundred years ago. There’s a great chandelier and staircase; two things that Amber had always loved about fancy houses. Except now the place is all worn and dusty. Very dusty. If the monsters don’t kill me, the dust will, she thinks bitterly. Sighing, she begins searching the house for any kind of weapon, food, or, although she doesn’t want to think about it, more monsters.
She searches the whole place from top to bottom, but the closest thing to a weapon that she finds is a butter knife. There’s no food either, or at least not any with the ability to keep for however many years this place has been abandoned. On the bright side, there are also no monsters.
Once she’s certain that there’s no one else inside, she makes sure the entire house is secure, locking all of the windows and doors and shutting all the curtains and blinds tightly. She then grabs all of her belongings and heads up the stairs to check out the bedrooms. There are three to choose from; one that might’ve belonged to a married couple and two more that look as though they had been occupied by teenage girls. Amber ends up choosing the girl room in the middle, which has darker colored furnishings to better suit her tastes.
After setting her things down, Amber plops onto the bed of her new room. As a cloud of dust rises off of it, she sighs and thinks, This is my home for the next six months… I guess I might as well make it tolerable. With that, she stands up and heads downstairs to grab some cleaning supplies.
She begins sweeping the floor, wiping and dusting off objects, scrubbing the bathroom, and finally she washes her bedding in the bathtub. Even though she mostly just cleans the rooms that she’ll be using, it still takes quite a while to do. After nearly three hours, she decides that she’s cleaned enough. Things still don’t look that great, but she tries to ignore her OCD and just let it go. Really, the whole house is beyond repair anyways.
It’s a relief when she can sit back down on her bed without choking on a cloud of dust. That’s much better, she thinks contentedly. But… what am I gonna do about food? I’d rather starve than get eaten, but that’s a really slow and painful death… I wonder if there’s a way to get to a store and sneak food… If they even have anything that’s edible to me here… Fuck! How am I supposed to do this for 6 months? Ugh, the more I think about it, the more hopeless it seems… so… I guess I shouldn’t think…
Taking her own advice, she gets her laptop out to see if there are any internet connections available. To her great surprise, there are. But, of course, they’re all locked.
Standing up, she heads over to the desktop computer in the corner of the room to see if she can find anything about the connection name and password. Not believing her luck, she finds a slip of paper with the info on it right when she opens the top right desk drawer. As she looks at it, she laughs to herself, thinking, Of course it’s a phone number. It’s ALWAYS a phone number.
Heading back to the bed, she types the information into her laptop and presto: internet!
She decides to try checking her Facebook first. Of course, there are no new posts from anyone on her friends list. She starts going to their pages one by one, only to be heart broken by how scared and confused their last posts were. Realizing that the dates of their last posts were only about a month after she left the past, her heart drops into her stomach. The end of humanity was growing closer and closer all the time and she would have never even known it… at least not before it was too late.
She goes to her own page to see her latest post:
Hey guys, is anyone alive out there? Please, if you are, let me know ASAP. I love you all, please be okay. T.T
There were no responses. Finding the whole thing to be completely depressing, she wishes that she would’ve kept thinking instead of looking on here. After reminding herself that it hasn’t happened yet (Even though it did… screw you time traveling logic!), she sucks it up and tries a different website. YouTube should be interesting… she thinks, typing in the URL.
She quickly finds that it is interesting, but not the good kind. The website now contains mostly videos of monsters, all shapes and sizes, raping, killing, eating, torturing, and doing every imaginable horror to humans and animals. It’s more than she can bear.
It’s not long before she shuts her laptop and lies down under the blankets, starting to cry. Why did this happen? Wasn’t everything bad enough already? she thinks miserably, burying her face in the pillow as she sobs even more heavily. She cries for nearly another two hours before finally falling into a restless sleep.
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