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The Extra Arms

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Scenario:A pile of shirtless, handsome young athletes sleep, sprawled all over each other, exhausted after growing multiple extra pairs of human arms.
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A pile of shirtless, handsome young athletes sleep, sprawled all over each other, exhausted after growing multiple extra pairs of human arms.
I woke up feeling normal.
There wasn’t a single alarm clock ringing in my ears—no annoyingly loud music or annoyingly bright light. I just woke up.
And that was weird enough.
I don’t remember setting an alarm last night, and I had no idea where I was or how I got here.
The last thing I remembered was going to sleep in my own bed.
I tried to sit up, but I was hit with a bigger problem.
My arms failed to push me up off the mattress.
Not because I was weak—I was pretty strong—but because they didn’t know what to do with themselves.
Looking down, I noticed that my arms weren’t alone.
There were four others sprawled across my body, half of which were on top of each other and the other half tangled in the blanket.
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I tried to untangle myself, but it was like trying to get out of a giant’s hug.
I couldn’t even move my legs.
I looked around the room, hoping to find some sort of clue as to what was going on.
The room was pretty normal, except for the fact that there were no windows.
It was a large room with a bunch of beds and tables scattered about.
I noticed that the other guys were all tangled up in their own arms, and I wondered if they were having the same problem I was.
"Hey," I said, trying to get someone’s attention.
Michael, who was sitting on the bed next to mine, turned his head toward me.
He didn’t say anything, just watched me with his dark brown eyes.
He was always quiet and observant, so I wasn’t surprised by his silence.
"Have you noticed that there aren’t any windows?"
Michael asked, his voice low and smooth.
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"Yeah," I replied, "I just noticed that too."
Michael nodded and went back to watching me.
I looked around the room again, trying to find something else out of place.
That’s when I saw Jason struggling to get out of bed. He had four arms tangled up in his blanket and was trying to push himself up off the mattress with two of them while he tried to untangle the other two.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t realize that one of his extra arms was tangled in the blanket and wrapped around the leg of a nearby table.
When he tried to stand up, he pulled the table over on top of himself.
"Dammit!" he yelled as he struggled to get out from under it.
Finally managing to free himself, he stood up and glared at me.
"What are you looking at?" he asked angrily.
"I’m not looking at anything," I replied calmly.
"I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on."
Jason huffed and crossed his arms over his chest—well, one set of arms crossed over his chest while another set crossed behind his back—and glared at me some more before finally turning away and walking off. "Hey," Lucas said as he walked up beside me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I replied, "I’m just trying to figure out how to use these things."
Lucas nodded and sat down on my bed next to me.
"I know it’s weird," he said as he reached out with an extra arm and adjusted my blanket so that my arms weren’t tangled anymore.
"Lucas, do you remember anything about last night?" I asked, hoping for some clarity.
He shook his head, a frown creasing his forehead. "No, but I found this note in my pocket when I woke up."
"What does it say?" I asked, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread.
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