Premise:
You have stumbled upon an old bottle with it's original contents still intact. It is a pepsi from 1976. You take it back home with you from under the bridge where you found it.
Task:
Write a short story with no more than 2,000 and no less than 500 words about what you do with the pepsi when you get home, and it's possible aftereffects.
Real 1976 pepsi in low quality image attached. (I took it myself
)(No I didn't drink it.(that would be foolish.)
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Under dazzling lights of a million hues of purple gloss flickering across a crowd and eerie blue stains in the black lights, a boy sprints onto the Dance Dance Revolution imitation in tiling.
A blank silhouette moving with alacrity.
He dodged a goth girl in a black crop top and fishnet in her own world, yelling for more, nearly decked by her hand outstretched for a bottle. Tossed into her fingers, rattling a bit as she gets a firmer grip on it, she grins as she rips off the bronzed bottle cap. The Pepsi-Cola logo turns upside down.
"Bottoms-up!" she yelled.
Groups of laughing friends, tied together by hands on shoulders, hips, and butts. Each unique group moving back and forth artificially, programming of their motion poor.
His shoes skidded across the fluorescent lights, burned rubber with a screech. Blank sneakers left an equally empty tar trail on the glass as he swerved by the laughing people moving MarioKart obstacle style across a corridor formed organically by the crowd. The laces bobbed up and down, the bunny ears of the knot banging against the floor painfully. The bunny of the glaringly whit sneakers squinted in pain, a big, cute frown puffing up its adorable cheeks.
He sidled behind a boy engulfing another's face with puckered fish lips. Blue scales grew down the insensate kid's cheeks. Gold eyes looked at the colorless boy with predatory slits, his attention already gone from the one whose tongue he was swallowing.
"Bump!" Arms went pinwheeling, hands pushing down against empty air.
The disco lights flashed blue as the open sky.
Silently, the boy resembled a windmill spray-painted on a wall at an angle. The rotten foundation of the house was the dead body he nearly tripped over. Patchy brown hair fanned behind him.
... And he stepped over the body, blank like he is. But he was now escaping the colorlessness.
With shaking hands, he hoisted himself onto the subdued-yellow high-chairs. An array of warmly shadowed bottles loomed over him. Rows upon rows half buried into the dark behind them. A vast giant stood in front of them, staring down the fidgeting silhouette. The individual, more than man, behind the table frowned, folding his imposingly wide and bare arms under the beard so bushy as to embarrass a bear.
Trembling fingers reached out... and crumpled in nervousness. Purple nervousness misted onto the canvas of a hand.
The molars of the giant were bared by the beard, tombstone in size.
A gulp escaped the faceless kid. A purple-specked finger tugged at his shirt. A logo scrawled itself onto the pulled-on fabric, a thought bubble saying "DOOM". Tousled brown bangs slid across the flat emptiness of his supposedly anxious face.
A beefy, muscled finger pointed toward him accusingly. It was huge. Even just the fingernail was the width of the kid's slender palm.
Or maybe it wasn't accusing. The huge finger wedged open his whole hand with its tip. Another finger of the giant's hand extended out, just one joint of the finger squished around the neck of a bottle of clear glass. Dark liquid sloshed against the glass, leaving behind a fading brown stain inside the archaic bottle.
"POP!' went the smoky brown bottle cap onto the kid's lap.
Shaking fingers gripped onto the bottle.
A moment of silence took place. The lights froze. The bottle took center stage, the red, blue, and white of the Pepsi-Cola flag waving to an invisible pledge of allegiance.
Everything moved. The bottle swung up, the bottom an arc of soda. Pop gushed down, burbling and sparkling with stars, into the teen's happy, gap-toothed smile.
Technicolor paint spread out from his throat like a whole bunch of kid paint bottles got squeezed onto a paper just waiting to be colored in. The rainbow spiraled through his body, a pink flush shining like a spotlight from his cheeks, green blooming in his chest, yellow threading through his arms, and orange filling up his legs.
Red and blue half circles rotated slowly in the blacks of his lined eyes, a strange Sans.
