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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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Over the next month, Bupkus watches Amber whenever he can. He learns a lot about her, such as her fears and habits. He notices that she freaks out whenever she accidentally brushes against the wall or curtain in her shower. He asks why and the TV tells him it’s because she’s so afraid of getting ringworm again. This makes him laugh. He also laughs his ass off when he sees her flip out over a little moth being in her bathroom when she wants to shower. The others are there for that and find it hilarious as well.
“Okay, little dude, stay up there and we don’t have to hate each other, okay?” she says timidly to the moth, who is perched on the upper right side of her bathroom mirror.
The moth proceeds to fly at her face, making her scream and run out of the bathroom. The monsters all burst out laughing at her ridiculous reaction to such a tiny, helpless bug.
She heads downstairs to grab a fly swatter before slowly edging back into the room. Once inside, she looks up at the moth and says pleadingly, “Stay up there so I don’t have to hurt you, please!”
Ignoring her words, it flies at her again, causing her to scream and duck out of the way. This happens several more times before she finally gives up.
With a sigh, she says, “You brought this on yourself, little dude…” She then jumps up and whacks it with the fly swatter, causing it to plop down onto her bathroom countertop. Making a sad face, she says, “I’m sorry lil’ guy! You made me do it…” As she uses a tissue to plop him into the toilet, she goes on, “He was an annoying little thing, but I’m sure he had friends somewhere… Rest in peace, Mr. Moth…” she adds before flushing it away.
By the end of that, the monsters are all laughing hysterically.
When Bupkus finally regains control, he says, “Aw, she’s such a sweetheart! She’s so scared of bugs, but then feels bad for hurtin’ ‘em… Toilet funerals…” he adds with a chuckle.
They all start laughing again at that.
He also sees how sweet she is with her goldfish. Sometimes she’ll just sit beside his tank and talk to him and she’s always worried about the little guy being happy. Every time she leaves her room, she says, “I love you, Bubbles!”
Bupkus also gets to see Amber’s family when they go over to her nana’s house to carve pumpkins. He finds it cute that her younger cousins both look up to her so much, following her around and copying everything that she does. He can tell how much she loves them back, despite being annoyed by them sometimes, and he thinks that it’s really sweet.
He also finds it funny that her and her friends are so into Halloween. They listen to Halloween music, go to the stores, to the Fright Fest at Elitch Gardens, to the Zombie Crawl, and to the haunted houses, they freak out over all of the cute Halloween plushies, and so on.
That’s something else; plushies. He thought that she was young and innocent before, but now he’s seeing just how true that is. Her room is full of stuffed animals and she runs right to the plushies in every store that she goes into, which makes him laugh. He thinks that it’s the cutest thing ever.
Finally, the dreaded day arrives. The monsters all sit down in front of the TV, watching it with bated breath as they wait to see what happens.
***
Amber wakes up on the day of the invasion feeling sick to her stomach and completely terrified. Here goes nothing… she thinks miserably, sighing as she rolls out of bed to eat and get ready for the day.
After a quick breakfast of cereal, she heads back upstairs to clean up and get dressed. She decides to wear her favorite outfit; a black tank top, black skirt that hangs down in different lengths to her knees, black fishnet stockings, black fingerless leather gloves, and her black gothic boots. She then applies her make-up, wearing black mascara, black eyeliner, and dark, smoky eye shadow. She puts on her silver heart-shaped ribcage necklace and knife earrings before she’s finally finished.
I might as well die wearing my favorite things, she thinks half-heartedly. She then gets all of her things ready and puts them in her car.
She and her friends had decided to plan something with their families that day so that they can try and keep them out of harm’s way. Amber can’t do that with her parents because she has to go through with her plan, but she ended up telling them everything and showing them the video. They believed her and told the rest of her family. They all made plans to hide that day. Having thought that no one would listen to her, let alone make her job easier, Amber found herself thinking, It’s amazing how much everyone believes me… I guess the video helps… but I thought they’d all be in denial for some reason… People tend to do that… I guess I’ve never really lied to them before so that probably helps too…
Amber ends up leaving her house a bit later than she meant to and doesn’t make it to the news station until 4:25 PM. Shit! I gotta hurry! she thinks frantically, grabbing her purse and laptop out of the car before running to the front doors.
A horrific scene meets her eyes as she enters the building. There’s blood splattered all over the walls, chunks of flesh and entrails scattered throughout the room. Trying her hardest not to look at it, she immediately turns and runs up the stairs that Bupkus had instructed her to. After heading a short distance down a hallway, she reaches the door to the news room.
She stops to take several deep breaths before quietly opening the door, inching her way inside. She immediately spots Bupkus, Pound, Bang, Nawt, and Blanko standing off to the right, near the anchor desk, just out of the way of the cameras. Her heart leaps, but when she sees that they have hostages tied up on the ground in front of them, it drops into her stomach. There’s a short, fat, gray-skinned alien in a purple suit sitting at the anchor desk, grinning evilly. She figures that he’s the infamous Swackhammer.
Nobody notices her so she isn’t quite sure what to do. As she stands there uncertainly, she starts to lose her nerve. Just go up to him and be like ‘Hey, Bupkus! So here’s the thing…’ You can do it… You’ve come this far, for Christ’s sake… she thinks determinedly, trying to convince herself.
Taking her own advice, she forces herself forward and says, “Um… hey, Bupkus…”
The monsters all turn to look at her, surprised.
As he looks her over, Bupkus’ look of surprise turns to one of inhuman lust. Moving towards her, he purrs, “Hello, beautiful… How do you know my name?”
“It’s a reeeaaally long story, but I have this video explaining everything…” she begins uneasily. As he starts getting dangerously close to her, she starts backing away, continuing to speak frantically, “I know you guys are in a hurry to rape, kill, and eat everybody, and you’ll have all the time in the world for that later, I promise, but you should totally watch this video. Then you can do whatever the hell you want to me… okay?” she finishes timidly, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
With a cruel laugh, he growls, “How ‘bout I do whatever the hell I want to you right now?” As he continues moving towards her, Amber can see that he’s already getting aroused, his shorts straining against his growing manhood. Following her gaze, he smirks before purring, “Big, ain’t they? Mmm, I’m gonna give your little pussy a good hard fucking… It’s good that you already know my name, baby… you’ll know what to scream…”
“Hey! Why do you get to fuck ‘er?!” Pound cuts in angrily.
“You can have a turn… if there’s anything left of ‘er when I’m done…” Bupkus replies, chuckling darkly.
As he reaches her, Amber drops her things and tries to move away, but he’s too quick. He grabs her easily, pulling her up against his body and running his hands roughly down her backside, finally pushing them up under her skirt and groping her ass. She whimpers, terrified of what he’s going to do to her.
Much to her relief, Swackhammer cuts in before he can do anything. He chuckles, “Now now, boys… Let’s give her a chance. Show us your little video, girly.” With a smirk, he adds, “You ran to your death for it… it must be really important.”
Looking disappointed, Bupkus reluctantly lets her go. She hurries to move away from him and grab her laptop out of its case. “Where should I…?” she asks awkwardly, trailing off as she looks over at Swackhammer.
“Over here, girly,” he responds, gesturing towards the anchor desk.
She quickly moves past the others, setting her laptop on the desk and standing beside Swackhammer. She waits until they’re all gathered around her before pressing play.
Amber feels terrified having her back to the ravenous, lustful monsters. Bupkus starts playing with her hair, the tips of his razor-sharp claws gently brushing against her lower back, adding to her fear. She does her best to ignore both that and the fact that her heart is pounding so hard that it feels as though it’s trying to break free of her body.
The monsters watch the video, reacting in all the right places. Swackhammer looks terrified at the part about his death.
A glimmer of hope rising in her chest, Amber thinks, Oh, please please pleeeaaase let this work…
When it gets to the part with Bupkus kissing her, they all laugh. All of them except for Bupkus, anyway. He stares at the screen in shock, unable to believe that she’s kissing him back so willingly.
As the video ends, the monsters all exchange looks of unease. Looking down at Swackhammer, Pound asks, “Whadda yah think, boss?”
Swackhammer sits there in silence for a moment before answering, “I think we should listen to the girl… I don’t like the sound of that future,” he finishes with a shudder. The others all look somewhat disappointed at that. Looking at Amber, he adds, “You can go, girly… We’ll find a way to sort this out with your leaders.”
“Okay… Um, could you do it maybe without telling them about the time machine? Maybe say that I stumbled upon a wormhole or something?” she asks timidly.
Raising an eyebrow at her, he asks, “Why’s that?”
“Because people are stupid and the government will just take it… I think being able to use it has more advantages, don’t you?”
He chuckles, “Alright, girly, I won’t tell ‘em…” Turning to the others, he barks, “Boys, untie the hostages!”
They exchange irritable looks at that. After only a moment of hesitation, Bupkus growls, “I ain’t helpin’ no human… Have the girl untie ‘em.”
“Wooowww… Fine, I’ll fucking do it,” Amber snaps angrily, leaning down to pull a pocket knife from her purse. She quickly moves over to the hostages and begins cutting the first man free. He’s about 6 feet tall with well-groomed, dark brown hair and rather attractive facial features.
Once she’s cut the last bit of rope from his wrists, the man rips his gag off, puts his arms around her, and gives her a big kiss on the lips. As he pulls away, he exclaims, “Thank you so much! You’re an angel! Oh, God, thank you!”
Taken aback, Amber’s cheeks burn bright red as she blinks at the man in confusion. It’s a moment before she can finally manage to respond, “Oh, um… n-no problem…”
The man then leans in and gives her another kiss, causing Bupkus let out a low growl.
She responds a bit to the kiss and giggles when the man pulls away, just for the sake of pissing Bupkus off more. Yeah, be jealous, you fucking jerk… she thinks spitefully, trying her hardest not to smirk as she spots his furious expression out of the corner of her eye.
Not even a few seconds after pulling away from her, the man jumps up and flees from the room, most likely fearing that the monsters will change their minds about killing him if he lingers.
Amber then moves over to cut the next hostage free; a young girl, probably no more than 5 years old. She figures that the girl must have come to work with one of her parents.
Once the girl’s wrists and legs are free and Amber has removed the duct tape from her mouth, she clings to her and wails, “They killed my mommy!”
Feeling sick, Amber hugs the girl tightly and strokes her back, doing her best to comfort her. She shoots a death glare at the monsters over the girl. They just smirk at her in response. She looks away quickly, her insides writhing with anger. She’s feeling more and more hatred for them by the second. “It’ll be okay, sweetie, you’re safe now,” she coos, rocking the girl gently. Poor thing… she thinks sympathetically, I have no idea how to make her feel better…
“Don’t leave me here with the monsters! Please, take me with you!” the girl pleads desperately.
Ugh… What do I do? It’s not like I can take her home with me, but I don’t want to leave her here with these sick bastards either… she thinks worriedly. After a few moments of consideration, she responds, “Don’t worry… I’ll stay with you until the nice police officers get here, okay?” Sniffling, the girl manages a small nod. Pushing her away gently, Amber says, “I have to free these other people too, okay?” The girl nods again. Moving away from her, Amber goes to a nearby woman and cuts her binds.
“T-thank you…” she whimpers before standing and hurrying to leave, just as the man had.
Amber then moves over to free the last two men, who, much to her relief, do not try to kiss her. They both rush out of the room as well.
The monsters watch Amber’s every move, smirking broadly. Pound growls at the little girl, making her whimper and start to cry even harder. Amber quickly hugs her, turning to glare at him as she snaps, “Fuck off, you creep!”
“Tsk, tsk… Is that any way to talk around a child?” Swackhammer asks mockingly, making the others chuckle.
She snorts, “Oh yeah… ‘cause you guys are all SO concerned for her well-being…”
They all laugh at that. Turning his attention away from the girl, Swackhammer decides to give a message to the humans, though a little differently than he had originally planned. He tells Blanko and Nawt to start broadcasting. They do.
***
The future monsters watch the events nervously. They feel really bad about how their past selves are treating Amber, but they’re grateful that they at least don’t kill her. They cheer when their boss makes the right decision, but Bupkus feels sick upon realizing that his past self is still going to be an asshole.
They’re proud of Amber for staying so strong and saving the hostages. That’s my sweet little angel… Bupkus thinks fondly as she hugs the child to her and tries to be as comforting as possible.
When Swackhammer decides to make his different message to the humans, they know that everything is about to change. Bupkus thinks about what he would say to Amber if he could. I’m sorry, Amber… I love you so much… I wish that everything could have been different… Please try to be happy, for me. Goodbye, my love. Then their entire reality slips away as the past Nawt and Blanko start the news feed and Swackhammer starts to speak…
***
Looking into the camera, Swackhammer says, “Hello, humans… You may find this hard to believe, but we’re aliens visiting from a distant planet… We originally intended to kill you all, but we have been made to see reason… The humans in charge should contact us at the 9 news station for negotiations.” He throws a smirk at Amber and the girl before continuing, “Send some cops over too… We have an orphaned little girl that needs a home…” He then has them cut the feed.
They wait in silence for the cops to get there, which takes a surprisingly short amount of time. When they arrive, maybe fifteen minutes later, they take the girl and leave in a rush. They fear for their lives too, I guess… Amber thinks as she watches them go.
Once they’re gone, Swackhammer turns to her and asks, “So, girly, are you staying for negotiations or leaving?”
“Um… should I be here?” she asks timidly.
He chuckles, “It might help… but you don’t need to be.”
She sighs, “Depending on how long it takes, I’ll stay… I guess…”
“Alright, girly,” he responds, just as the phone starts ringing from the other room. He stands up and goes to answer it, leaving Amber alone with the others.
She just stays in her spot on the floor and stares hard at the tile in front of her, making a point not to look at any of them.
Deciding to break the silence, Bupkus looks down at her with a smirk and says, “So, baby… did we ever fuck?”
Rolling her eyes, she retorts, “Not like I would tell you if we did… And it won’t matter anyways if you don’t stop being a jackass.”
He laughs at that. “Aw, that’s not very nice, baby… You’re hurting my feelings,” he says with mock sadness.
Coldly, she replies, “I’m actually pretty sure that you have none.”
He laughs even harder at that. “Ouch, baby! I have a lot of feelings… horny ones,” he purrs, eyeing her hungrily, “Just because I’m not some desperate, love-struck, pussy doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to treat sexy little girls like you…”
“Um, you should really shut up. You’re only proving yourself to be an even bigger asshole,” she replies crossly.
With a shrug, he chuckles and says, “Your loss, baby.”
She snorts, “I think not.”
It’s then that Swackhammer comes back into the room and sits down at the desk. “The president and some others are coming to negotiate. I dunno how long they’ll be,” he informs Amber.
As she looks over at Bupkus, he smirks and winks at her before making a dirty gesture involving two of his fingers and his tongue. Looking away in disgust, she stands up abruptly and says, “I’ll just leave then.”
“Okay, girly… What’s your name and contact information? I’m sure they’ll wanna know the girl that saved all of their asses,” Swackhammer says with a chuckle, grabbing a pen and piece of paper off the desk.
A bit reluctantly, she responds, “I’m Amber Peterson… And tell ‘em they can call me at <insert phone number here> or e-mail me at <insert e-mail here> if they need to talk to me, I guess…”
He nods, “Alright, babe. You can go.”
In one swift movement, she grabs all of her things and leaves the room, not looking back.
Bupkus finds himself feeling sick as she leaves, but he doesn’t understand why. I don’t actually care about that human… do I? he thinks uncertainly. Shaking his head, he quickly pushes the thought away, forcing it into the back of his mind.
***
Amber bursts into tears as soon as she gets into her car. Of course! The worst thing that could’ve happened did! God, Bupkus, why do you have to be such an asshole in the past?! she thinks in frustration, resting her head on the steering wheel as she continues to bawl her heart out. She knows that she could go back in time again and warn herself to stay in the future, but… that would mean letting everyone she knows die all over again. She knows that she could never do that to them.
Once she can finally stop crying enough to see straight, she starts the car and heads for home.
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