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All she said was "Hey, wanna try something new?" and touched my shoulder... and we exploded. Not 'Exploded' as in a chemical reaction, or even a biological reaction; but our parts just scattered right across the floor. Honestly, at first, I felt like I died.

I couldn't feel anything from my neck down. Whether it was fear or just a natural event in falling into pieces – if falling into pieces can even be considered as a natural event – I don't know, but all I know is that somehow I managed to grab a limb... and from what I felt after that feeling left me, it wasn't mine, but of my roommate Sandra.

I looked up, or rather to the side considering my head was laying face-up on the floor. There, trying hard to keep from grinning her face off (figuratively of course; her head had already come off), was Sandra's head. Looking more to my side, I noticed that she was already clamping her hand onto her own breast, her bra already removed. I know it was most likely the instinctive action that I had, but something told me that she wanted it to happen. Upon realising this, I gave a short sigh.

This wasn't the first time she had tried something weird with me. The first time was when she somehow considered magic to be real, and had purchased a "magical saw" off the internet. When convincing me to participate in a sawing illusion, she claimed that it had worked with her – even going so far as to try and trick me by surprising me with her "removed" head on our "coffee table". Of course, I gave in eventually and got into one of those Sawing in Half boxes she also bought, and she went to saw me in two with the promise that at the slightest bit of pain she'd stop and get me out. At first it was surprisingly nice, the saw somewhat tickling her skin, but as soon as the saw finished going through my skin and touched the muscle it was excruciatingly painful. A hospital visit later, and I had five stitches and a twitch that still hasn't gone away.

The second, and last time, was when she decided that pressing her back onto itself was cool. She started bending for hours on end, which was fine... until she pressured me into trying what she called a "Backbend". I'm not going to go into too many details about this, but I'm just going to say that I had to go to the hospital once again, this time for a back brace that lasted a couple of weeks.

Looking back on it, her latest feat was quite impressive in that it actually worked. It didn't detract from the fact that we were still in a near-helpless pile of pieces.

"Why did you even do that?" I angrily barked at Sandra. The fear had dissipated now that I know she was enjoying it, but I was nowhere near finding it enjoyable myself.

"Well, when I ask you it always goes wrong," She replied, no longer squeezing onto her breast, "The sawing, the bending... if I had tried this with your permission, you'd probably be bleeding to death right about now."

"Well, why did you think it'd work this time?" I shouted.

"Because I was changing up how I did it. I didn't even try it out on myself first, and honestly the suspense was killing me." She squeezed her other breast. "It was worth the wait, though."

I looked around for my legs, but they were positioned in such a way from the scatter that I wouldn't be able to kick her upside the head for being so ignorant. I could kick her in the breast... the other one if I really tried... but she'd probably just enjoy that.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself from creating ways to get back at Sandra once I was whole again. "So... what do we do now?" I asked her, "I mean, we're in pieces, scattered across the floor. What is there to do?"

"I was wanting to relax for a bit," She replied, "Probably have a bit of a play with myself. I guess you can come up with ways to exact revenge on me, since I know that's what you're trying not to do."

She was pretty much right. Not only was she reading me like a book – a trait of hers I had completely forgotten about – but unless I was willing to spend the countless hours inching my body together, I had nothing to do. The best I could try was getting relaxed and comfortable on this hard floor, which didn't seem like an easy task.

The next couple of hours were quite enjoyable and went by fast. In the first half hour or so, I realised that Sandra was only really doing what she thought was best, and had no intention of harming me. That really helped me relax, and decide to make the best of the time in pieces. After all, I wasn't really going to experience it again, not after the shock of scattering across the room. With the sense of relaxation, just closed my eyes and wriggled my pieces into more comfortable positions, enjoying the peace that a lack of pull on my parts gave. I could have also meditated, if not for the sporadic groans and giggles of Sandra, and that one time when she "accidentally" touched my hips instead of hers. On the most part, however, it was actually quite nice.

After I snorted awake after almost falling asleep, I noticed that the sun was down and both Sandra and I were still in pieces. Sandra was exhausted and had managed to prop her own head onto her chest, her deep breaths turning into a deep buzz against her flesh.

"Um, Sandra?" I asked her politely, causing her to turn around and roll off her chest to face me, "How do we put ourselves back together?"

"I'm not sure," She replied, "As I said before, I only just tried it with you. I didn't really find out before I did."

"You didn't?!" I exclaimed. My blood was boiling once again, and the thoughts of revenge were becoming a prominent part of my mind.

Let me just say that if we ever become whole again, Sandra is going to have a REALLY rough time.

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All she said was "Hey, wanna try something new?" and touched my shoulder... and we exploded. Not 'Exploded' as in a chemical reaction, or even a biological reaction; but our parts just scattered right across the floor. Honestly, at first, I felt like I died.

I couldn't feel anything from my neck down. Whether it was fear or just a natural event in falling into pieces – if falling into pieces can even be considered as a natural event – I don't know, but all I know is that somehow I managed to grab a limb... and from what I felt after that feeling left me, it wasn't mine, but of my roommate Sandra.

I looked up, or rather to the side considering my head was laying face-up on the floor. There, trying hard to keep from grinning her face off (figuratively of course; her head had already come off), was Sandra's head. Looking more to my side, I noticed that she was already clamping her hand onto her own breast, her bra already removed. I know it was most likely the instinctive action that I had, but something told me that she wanted it to happen. Upon realising this, I gave a short sigh.

This wasn't the first time she had tried something weird with me. The first time was when she somehow considered magic to be real, and had purchased a "magical saw" off the internet. When convincing me to participate in a sawing illusion, she claimed that it had worked with her – even going so far as to try and trick me by surprising me with her "removed" head on our "coffee table". Of course, I gave in eventually and got into one of those Sawing in Half boxes she also bought, and she went to saw me in two with the promise that at the slightest bit of pain she'd stop and get me out. At first it was surprisingly nice, the saw somewhat tickling her skin, but as soon as the saw finished going through my skin and touched the muscle it was excruciatingly painful. A hospital visit later, and I had five stitches and a twitch that still hasn't gone away.

The second, and last time, was when she decided that pressing her back onto itself was cool. She started bending for hours on end, which was fine... until she pressured me into trying what she called a "Backbend". I'm not going to go into too many details about this, but I'm just going to say that I had to go to the hospital once again, this time for a back brace that lasted a couple of weeks.

Looking back on it, her latest feat was quite impressive in that it actually worked. It didn't detract from the fact that we were still in a near-helpless pile of pieces.

"Why did you even do that?" I angrily barked at Sandra. The fear had dissipated now that I know she was enjoying it, but I was nowhere near finding it enjoyable myself.

"Well, when I ask you it always goes wrong," She replied, no longer squeezing onto her breast, "The sawing, the bending... if I had tried this with your permission, you'd probably be bleeding to death right about now."

"Well, why did you think it'd work this time?" I shouted.

"Because I was changing up how I did it. I didn't even try it out on myself first, and honestly the suspense was killing me." She squeezed her other breast. "It was worth the wait, though."

I looked around for my legs, but they were positioned in such a way from the scatter that I wouldn't be able to kick her upside the head for being so ignorant. I could kick her in the breast... the other one if I really tried... but she'd probably just enjoy that.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself from creating ways to get back at Sandra once I was whole again. "So... what do we do now?" I asked her, "I mean, we're in pieces, scattered across the floor. What is there to do?"

"I was wanting to relax for a bit," She replied, "Probably have a bit of a play with myself. I guess you can come up with ways to exact revenge on me, since I know that's what you're trying not to do."

She was pretty much right. Not only was she reading me like a book – a trait of hers I had completely forgotten about – but unless I was willing to spend the countless hours inching my body together, I had nothing to do. The best I could try was getting relaxed and comfortable on this hard floor, which didn't seem like an easy task.

The next couple of hours were quite enjoyable and went by fast. In the first half hour or so, I realised that Sandra was only really doing what she thought was best, and had no intention of harming me. That really helped me relax, and decide to make the best of the time in pieces. After all, I wasn't really going to experience it again, not after the shock of scattering across the room. With the sense of relaxation, just closed my eyes and wriggled my pieces into more comfortable positions, enjoying the peace that a lack of pull on my parts gave. I could have also meditated, if not for the sporadic groans and giggles of Sandra, and that one time when she "accidentally" touched my hips instead of hers. On the most part, however, it was actually quite nice.

After I snorted awake after almost falling asleep, I noticed that the sun was down and both Sandra and I were still in pieces. Sandra was exhausted and had managed to prop her own head onto her chest, her deep breaths turning into a deep buzz against her flesh.

"Um, Sandra?" I asked her politely, causing her to turn around and roll off her chest to face me, "How do we put ourselves back together?"

"I'm not sure," She replied, "As I said before, I only just tried it with you. I didn't really find out before I did."

"You didn't?!" I exclaimed. My blood was boiling once again, and the thoughts of revenge were becoming a prominent part of my mind.

Let me just say that if we ever become whole again, Sandra is going to have a REALLY rough time.