Here's the thing. I, Nan Lina, was a spirit who somehow died, and when I opened my eyes, I had become something with a pretty color, beautiful lines, and an accurate countdown...
...a bomb.
And in front of me were two confident bomb-disposal officers, still laughing and chatting, without even wearing protective suits.
"Can you do it or not? You said one minute! Otherwise, let me do it!"
"Relax, it's just a standard model. It won't explode. I'll have it disarmed in no time."
Me: "...!!!!" (panicking) (The timer is counting down like crazy!)
The bomb, nearly disarmed, suddenly started ticking. The bomb-disposal officer's face changed, and he quickly called to his partner:
"Retreat!"
Then he saw the bomb shake, and a few words popped up on the digital display:
[No, no, don't! Don't disarm me!]
"...?"
1. Blurb undecided. A short, silly story. There's a reason neither of them is wearing a protective suit!
2. The CP will probably be one of the bomb-disposal officers?
February 25, 2022
Theme: May every bomb handled by a bomb-disposal officer be a dud.
