The machine is finished. It works just as Agatha predicted. But not everything goes according to plan. Now Gil has to make a difficult decision. Too bad Tarvek is thinking the same thing. Written for Day three of Girl Genius Week 2018.
1100 words | [PG]
Gil stumbled back as their creation came to life. It chugged and whistled while it gained momentum, gears spinning and parts clanking in a growing cacophony.
“Is it supposed to do that?” Tarvek shouted over the noise, his voice shriller than usual.
“I-” Gil joined Tarvek a few feet from the machine. “I have no idea.” The contraption vibrated violently, raining dust and debris from the ceiling as the tremors grew. Gil feared it might tear itself apart and take half the castle with it. What have we even done?
Tarvek said something Gil couldn’t hear—alarm etched all over his face. Gil shook his head in confusion.
Then it all stopped. The silence was deafening. They exchanged worrying looks before Gil inched forward.
“What are you doing?” Tarvek screeched, grabbing at Gil’s arm.
The rest of his statement was lost to the boom of an explosion. The blast threw them across the room. Gil skid along the rough, stone floor, landing in a heap with Tarvek. He groaned as they untangled battered limbs. Read more…