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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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The next few days are slow, painful, and horrifying. Amber is slowly starving, having no food and only being able to drink water from the faucet, which is water that she normally wouldn’t even find suitable to drink in the first place. To make it worse, there are no distractions other than the horrors of her mind and what she finds on the internet and TV, every bit of which is cruel and disgusting.
The only good thing about her distracting herself online is that she manages to learn how all of this happened. There was an alien invasion towards the end of 2012 that unintentionally wiped out the human race, as well as the majority of animals, within about 4 years. The funny thing is that they invaded because they’d run out of resources and women on their home planet. They didn’t learn much from their mistakes the first time, did they? she thinks with a snort.
Even though their species isn’t the most intelligent, they do have a few researchers and scientists of their own. After they’d run out of females to mate with, the scientists managed to engineer a vaccine to stop their aging, allowing them all to become immortal. But with their killer instincts and a lack of humans to satisfy their bloodlust, they’ve only had each other to take it out on. Their species is slowly dying out.
On the fourth day in this frightening new world, Amber comes to a realization. As her stomach gurgles painfully, she thinks, I have to find a way to get food soon or I’m gonna die here… She becomes more determined than ever to form a plan. These sick, twisted fuckers that killed everyone she loved with no remorse would NOT win against her. She wouldn’t let them.
She goes online to gather new information, such as what times most of the monsters sleep, which stores are the least occupied at those times, and so on. She plans to slip by them and steal food somehow. Yes, there are a million things that could go wrong, but what other choice does she have? She can die hiding or die fighting. To her, fighting seems like a better way to go.
She learns that most monsters fall asleep at around 4 AM and that most of them do their shopping in the late afternoon. She then begins searching for different stores and their locations, finding that the one nearest to her is called Monster-Mart. With a laugh, she thinks, Maybe some things haven’t changed… She also learns that there are no locked doors or security alarms, since the monsters don’t place as much value on material possessions or money as humans once did. So, as long as she doesn’t run into anyone, stealing food should be relatively easy.
Once she’s gathered all of the information that she needs, she makes sure that all of her things are ready before heading off to bed, wanting to be as rested as possible for her early departure.
Amber wakes up at around 4 AM the next morning, immediately jumping out of bed and putting the store’s address into her phone GPS. She quietly slips out of the house and gets into her car, shutting the door as softly as possible before starting it up. She then pulls out of the garage and starts down the street, following the GPS’ instructions to the best of her ability.
Upon arriving at the store, she’s glad to see that nobody else is around. She pulls right in front of the entrance and parks, not turning the car off before leaping from it and running into the store as swiftly as possible.
She grabs two handfuls of grocery bags and starts running down the aisles, grabbing all of the goodies that her heart desires. It turns out that, with no humans and very few animals for meat, the monsters had to resort to eating human food. They use artificial flavors to make some food more to their liking, but Amber steers clear of all that. Flesh flavored gummies… blood flavored soda… bone flavored milk? What the fuck?! Ew! These guys have horrible taste! she thinks, cringing with disgust.
Once she has as much food as she can carry, she heads back out to her car and shoves all of it into the trunk. She then drives back to her safe haven to gorge herself.
She now has enough food to last her quite a while and she didn’t even run into any problems or get caught trying to steal it. She feels on top of the world. There’s just one thing that she didn’t count on… the hidden cameras.
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Several hours later…
Five gigantic, terrifying monsters sit around a television set, all of them bored senseless. After living for over 200 years and doing the same things day after day, they’re beyond tired of it. Everything loses its appeal after so much time.
Suddenly, to their surprise, there’s an emergency broadcast. The news anchor has light green, spotted skin, is very thin, and is somewhat small and unintimidating compared to the majority of their species. In a somewhat high-pitched voice, he states, “At 4’o’clock this morning, it appears that a human broke into a Monster-Mart and loaded up on food. That’s right, a HUMAN. We have the footage and we’re going to show it right now.”
The footage comes up, showing a young female human running into the store, grabbing bags, and running about the aisles, loading up on food. From what the monsters can tell, she is kind of dirty, but otherwise very attractive.
As he looks at her, the biggest and most muscular of the monsters feels his heart skip a beat. He eyes her waist-length hair and nice body. Once the camera is finally at an angle close enough to show her face and big, fearful eyes, something inside of him snaps. He chuckles, “Boys, I think I know how I’m gonna be spendin’ all my free time…”
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Meanwhile, Amber is enjoying no longer having to starve. She tries her best to ration most of the food, but before she raided the grocery store, she forgot to take into account the fact that the house has no working refrigerator or freezer. Way to go, Amber… she thinks to herself angrily, Go for the ice cream instead of something you can preserve for long periods of time! Hell, let’s make running through monsters to get food a weekly fucking excursion! Sighing, she decides that she’ll just have to do better the next time. Might as well devour all the ice cream and enjoy it while she can.
Weeks come and go. Amber finds a lot of interesting books to read in all three of the bedrooms, which really helps her to pass the time. When she starts running low on food again, she starts eating every other day. It’s hard, but she really doesn’t look forward to stealing more. It went really well the last time, but how many more times could she expect that to happen?
As it turns out, she could have expected it two more times. The only reason that she even gets that lucky is because she picks different stores in completely different locations. She hadn’t been watching the TV at all, but if she had, she would have known that the monsters were constantly searching her previous whereabouts.
Finally, just after her third heist, she turns on the TV while she eats. She’s both astounded and horrified to find herself on it. “Oh shit… That’s not good…” she mutters to herself.
“-her third appearance so far,” the newscaster continues, “We have been able to conclude that she is popping up at random locations. Everyone should be on the lookout…”
After he finishes talking about her, the news goes on to show interviews of different monsters being asked what they think about her. Pretty much all of them say something disgustingly perverted or twisted and some of them even go on to theorize about where she came from. They either say that they must have accidentally left one human alive, that a monkey must have mutated to create humans again, or that there’s a secret society of humans living underground and she’s one of them. She has to laugh at all of their theories because they’re so ridiculous.
By the time that the news is over, Amber is very angry with the monsters for talking about her the way they did. She wants to tell them all off… but how?
In the end, she decides to make a video directed at them and post it online. The monsters are all too stupid to use it to trace her location anyways, so why not? Grabbing her cell phone off of the bed, she gives some thought to what she’s going to say. She also considers her appearance. She doesn’t exactly want to look hot for the creepy perverts, but she hasn’t been bathing or primping much at all this whole time, which is very unusual for her. There have just been a lot more important things to worry about.
She gets all of her necessities together and heads to the bathroom, where she does her usual nighttime routine. She brushes and flosses her teeth, plucks and trims her eyebrows, showers, scrubbing and shaving everything, dries off, applies her face creams and skin moisturizers, and primps herself. When she’s finally done, she gets into her black silk nightie and black lace panties. It feels nice to be clean and comfortable for once. Now she’ll deal with the monsters.
She sits on the bed and grabs her phone again, quickly opening the camera. After giving a bit more thought to what she wants to say, she takes a deep breath and hits record. Looking into the camera, she speaks, “Okay, so… you guys are kinda pissing me off with all your talk and I’ve decided to say something about it. First off, I will never fuck any of you. EVER. NEVER EVER. If you try to rape me, I’ll kill myself before I even have to deal with that. You’re all a bunch of disgusting, pathetic, losers and you really shouldn’t have so much confidence. Next, your theories suck. All of them. An underground society of humans? Are you retarded? ‘Oh yes, we’ve had this wonderful society going on under there, plenty of sunlight to grow food underground, you know… Then one day we ran out of our supply of ice cream and I just knew I had to risk everything to come to the surface for my Twix ice cream bars!’” she lets out a slightly hysterical laugh before going on, “Are you kidding me? Okay, maybe I’m ranting like a lunatic at this point, but come on! You want the truth? I found a time machine, pushed the stupid fucking button, and now I’m stuck here. Are you happy? Can you stop with the idiotic theories now? Jeez. You guys all make me sick. Maybe if you weren’t so damned stupid, your species wouldn’t be on the verge of extinction. Nature gave you what? Like three chances before now? ‘Fucked up once, okay whatever. Destroyed this planet too, well shit. Hmm, we’ve figured out a way to live forever, but let’s all just kill each other ‘cause it’s so fun! Wheee! Then, oh look! Another human! A chance for redemption! Let’s kill it!’ URGH! I give up. I just needed to get this out there, maybe give you guys a chance to think a little bit… if you even still have wheels that are capable of turning up there in those empty noggins of yours… So yeah… end of rant, I guess. Bye.” With that, she stops recording.
After watching her video over to make sure that she didn’t leave anything out, she begins posting it on YouTube, Facebook, and every other social website that she can possibly think of.
***
The next morning…
The same five monsters are watching the TV with rapt attention. Another emergency broadcast has just come up.
The news anchor speaks, “The human has posted a rather angry video to us on a variety of social websites. Let’s take a look, shall we?”
With that, the video comes up.
The monsters end up laughing at quite a bit of what the girl says, simply because of how pissed off she is. Once she gets to the part about how many chances they’ve been given, however, they exchange worried looks. They’ve never thought about it that way before.
Even the biggest and strongest of them, who until that point had only been focusing on the human girl’s appearance and the things that he’d love to do to her, snaps out of his reverie to exchange glances with the others. He sighs, “We’ve really fucked up, huh?”
Later, he gets on his computer to watch video again on YouTube. This time he focuses on the girl’s words, rather than her little nightgown or exposed cleavage.
Once it’s over, he finds himself thinking about how he’s acted over the years and all of the horrible things that he’s done. He probably raped and killed more humans than any of the others, not to mention the fact that he’s been going shopping every night since the first footage of the girl, in hopes of capturing her and doing unspeakable things to her little body.
As he mulls things over, guilt begins rising in his chest. It’s not long before it intensifies to the point of being almost unbearable. It doesn’t help that it’s a completely new feeling for him, seeing as he’s not used to feeling anything that doesn’t involve lust or rage.
Overcome with regret, he groans and puts his face in his hands. How the fuck am I ever gonna fix this? he thinks miserably.
After a few minutes of sulking, he’s struck with a sudden idea. He stands up and goes over to grab his own video camera…
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