Wellsville by Scott L. C

Author:Scott, L. C.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: L. C. Scott Books
Published: 2024-01-09T00:00:00+00:00

12

MIA sat in silence, listening to the silver-haired stranger whistling a joyous tune while tinkering in his kitchen. She wasn’t sure what there was to be joyful about; the mood in the room was anything but. She was crammed into a small bedroom with Liam and Colby. All three of them were standing over Priya, who lay unconscious in a queen-sized bed that took up most of the room. Her missing lower half was covered by a blanket. The stranger had said it would take close to a day to “re-render” her legs. Apparently, it was best that she didn’t wake up before then. Meanwhile, Colby was watching in disbelief as pixels attached to the end of his wrist, slowly reforming his severed hand. Mia couldn’t see what was happening underneath Priya’s blanket, but she assumed a similar process was already underway.

“Teatime!” the silver-haired man announced as he entered the bedroom, carrying a tray rattling with cups of tea. He had thrown a maroon bathrobe over his purple board shorts, which made him look like a wizard when paired with his long beard and silver mane. He began distributing cups to the conscious people in the room. Mia took hers and stared into the clear green liquid suspiciously.

“It’s my own brew,” he said. “It should help relax your nerves a bit. I can see you’ve had quite a day.”

Understatement of the century. The last half hour had been so traumatic that Mia actually found herself craving the comfortable boredom of Wellsville. She couldn’t take her eyes off the dip in the blanket below Priya’s hips. She would have given anything to hear one of her snide judgements in that moment. She could be a real bitch sometimes, but she didn’t deserve this.

“Uh, pardon my French, but who the hell are you, sir?” Mia asked the old man, who was yet to introduce himself.

“Oh, of course!” he said, palming him self in the face. “Sorry, I must have misplaced my manners—lack of social interaction over the last decade and all. My name is Otto Wells. I created this place.”

“The founder!” Liam gasped. “You sent me those messages! You brought us here!”

“Yes,” Wells confirmed, “that was me.”

“Why?” Mia asked. “Why put us through all this?!”

Wells sighed. He suddenly looked very old. “I apologise for the inconvenience I’ve caused you all. It was never supposed to be this messy. I just didn’t know where else to turn. You see, I’m a prisoner on this island, making it impossible for me to act on my own. That’s why I needed your help. The future of the bubbles is at stake, and the only people likely to care enough to save them are those that live within them.”

“But why me?” Liam asked. “You could have gone to any of the bubbles for help.”

“I did try other bubbles,” Otto confessed. “The instant messenger was an easter egg I hid in the code of many retro bubbles in the hope that curious minds might discover it and connect with each other when they needed it most.

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