"Joseph. Put on some decent clothes will you?" A chubby lady dressed in a fancy dress decorated with diamonds and pearls snapped.
"I'm not even going to the banquet mum," Joseph protested irritably thrusting his hands into his jeans pockets.
"This event is a big deal young man," His mother shouted.
"Then don't let me interrupt," he muttered angrily, wishing she would just get off his back.
"Don't you sass me Joseph!" She bellowed, following up with a loud cracking slap.
Joseph simply stood there unflinching. Instead averted his eyes glaring down at the fancy carpet, saying noting. The urge to slap her back was great, but Joseph managed to hold himself back.
"You are coming down to meet your father and I at the banquet. And," She added dangerously, thrusting her fat finger at his king size bed. "You will be dressed nicely in that tuxedo laying on the bed that your father went through the trouble to pick out."
Clenching his teeth tightly, Joseph tried to hold back the words swarming at the tip of his tongue.
"If you don't show up then you will be getting much more than just a slap." With that being said, she marched out of the room, her nose held high.
Continuing to stand there, Joseph glared at the carpet as if to burn a hole through it. Eventually tearing his eyes away, he made a grab for the tuxedo and flung it across the room in frustration. Leaping onto the large bed he snatched one of the many pillows, squeezing it so tightly as if attempting to drain any life from it. He was sick of this. No more mum or dad Joseph decides to himself, trying to keep from shouting out. It was time to move on by myself. Punching a button that was set next to the bed, a female recording said pleasantly, "Room service. How may I help you?"
A backpack," Joseph mutters. Now with excitement. "Filled with food."
"What type of food?" It asked happily.
"I don't care. Just put some bread in it."
"It will be with you soon," the recording said still happily, and clicked off.
Automatically the door opened and a robot entered, carrying a fat backpack. "Room service," The robot said in what you would imagine to be a robots voice. Handing it to Joseph as he sat up in the bed, it exited back out without a word.
Pulling the straps over his shoulders, Joseph stood up from the bed. For the first time he was going to bail out on his parents. A smile slowly worked itself across his lips as he walks to the door. But his smile vanished as the door shut behind him, looking down the endless corridor. I need a map he thinks and turns back to the door. But it won't open.
"Password?" Asked the same carefree happy voice that was on the room service speakers.
"Great," He mutters, Looking back down the corridor in both directions. There isn't a soul in sight. Everyone must be at the banquet, Joseph assumes, shrugging his shoulders. No turning back now. Strolling down the corridor, Joseph looked about for an exit sign or something that suggests an escape pod. He found nothing. Nothing to even see besides door after door and a flush carpet leading the way.
After what seemed to last forever, the end of the corridor finally came into sight. And at the very end was another door just like the others. No sign or anything indicated where the door led to. Hesitating for a moment, Joseph shrugged his shoulders figuring one of these doors have got to take him to some kind of exit. Turning the knob slowly to just open the door a crack, he wanted to make sure he wasn't walking into the banquet. But little did Joseph know that what waited behind the door was much worse. Something that would forever scar him for life.
Peering in, he saw something purple, and a terrible thought occurred to him. Then he saw green spots on it. Gasping, Joseph recognized what it was. And even worse, it saw him. It even started to sing the song he dreaded the most. "I love you. You love me-"
Slamming the door shut, Joseph clutched his chest, gasping for breath. "Just when I thought that dinosaur was out of my life," Joseph muttered under his quick and uneven breaths. Gathering himself together, he placed his hand on the handle of another door. Expecting the worse, he swung the door open. But nothing was wrong about this room. In fact there were people in here. About a handful of adults. They all seemed to ignore Joseph's entrance. Unlike what I've seen so far, this room wasn't fancy like the others. It was just a plain room with practically nothing in it.
Closing the door behind him, Joseph decides to ask one of them for directions, strolling casually up to the closest of them. It was a guy with blond hair put up into a pony tail. Strangely he looked like someone who would eat babies.
"Um, Sir? Excuse me but-" Suddenly before he knew it, there was a big crashing sound as if it came from the ship itself. Joseph smashed into a wall, His backpack full of bread luckily cushioning him. But even with this he instantly blacked out.
An announcement over the intercom was made, but Joseph couldn't hear it.