Mathew recognized the laboratory around him - it belonged to a scientist that he had run into several times in the past! He couldn't remember her name at all, but he did remember what happened in his previous encounter. She wanted to communicate with him, but some 'heavy' complications 'crushed' all hopes of that at the time. He was on the ground, and after having plenty of time to orient himself, the little one began his search for the scientist... Or chemist? Or engineer? Whatever she was.
He could hear her moving around on the other side of a large island, so that was his first goal. He needed to figure out exactly where he was, then figure out how he would get her attention this time. The little one ran over toward where he thought she may be, along the edge of the central island to her laboratory, and around the corner....
There she was! Playing with her chemicals like he had expected. She was barefoot, her boots nearby and soles covered in a very thick layer of dirt and grime. She matched it too, looking as though she hadn't had a shower in weeks. As he approached her, he realized something... He was woefully inexperienced in the art of getting people's attention! Usually, they just saw his bright blue hair and movement somehow and THAT was how he usually got noticed. The chemist was so wrapped up in her own work now. And he had already started out into the open!
"Hmm..." Abigail huffed as she looked back to the island behind her. "I wonder..."
Casually, the grease-covered chemist walked over toward the assortment of scientific items she had left on the island in the middle of the room. She started to fiddle with a few things, searching through some of her work to find a small glass of glowing liquid she had stored in the pile. A smile crossed her lips as she giggled to herself happily, before hopping over toward the chemical station she was working at. In the process of it all, she had taken up a passenger on her little ride...
Mathew had fallen beneath her footfalls, stuck face-first in the dirt and grime. Even though she carried the distinct scent of grease, the smell of her musk still carried into him. As she stood, looking to the information she had written down earlier on a sheet of paper with an ink quill, she gently tapped her foot on the ground. Mat was already highly [REDACTED], even though he felt as though most of his bones had been broken or fractured. He could feel blood seeping out of his mouth as her foot continued to idly assault him. The motions had another effect though - stimulation. His [REDACTED] into the grimy, greasy skin with each tap of her foot as she hummed a ditty she had heard that morning to herself.
It didn't take long...
Mathew felt his body become awash with pleasure as she continued to tap him down. A few minutes later, a spurt of glowing blue liquid mixed in with the grease between his legs. She continued the assault though, and Mat couldn't even muster the energy to struggle at this point. He wasn't able to twitch much, all he could do was exist. With him still stuck to the sole of her foot though, Abbey brought her foot over so the toes were resting on the ground and started her careful mixture. The contents of her vial changed colors, reacting exactly how she thought it would! She laughed as steam rose from the top of the vial before gently setting the brand new liquid down.
"Abigail's Glowy Power-ey Airship Alternative Fuel of the Future!" She said as she knelt down and started to slip her socks on, with the sentient bit of debris still stuck to her. "AGPAAFF? No... That doesn't have a good ring to it! Won't do, won't do at all! Who's going to buy something that silly-sounding. How about... Featherfuel! Powergail!"
As she came up with preemptive names for her discovery, Mathew was covered in her dirty sock's fabric. The smell was atrocious, as they hadn't been washed in ages. They were just as dirty as her feet, and twice as smelly. Not long after, though, he was plunged into darkness. Her idle weight threatened to crush him as she shifted around to get her stuff together. The insole was his only saving grace! Soft enough to keep him from crushing instantly, but not soft enough to save him from injury. He would surly die, unbeknownst to the excited chemist.
"I can't WAIT to start retrofitting Her Majesty's airship fleet with this stuff. Maybe I'll be able to get a chief engineer spot somewhere! Haha, that's if they can handle my gigglemug."
Abigail ran off with her paperwork in hand, leaving the liquid itself as she still had some testing to do with a miniature airship she had produced. If she could get it to run off this stuff, she was in luck! It was off to the little engineering bay she had set up near the west wing of her little facility. Just as she rounded the corner, though, she came to an abrupt stop in front of two police officers armed with nightsticks.
"Oh! Uh... Guess you aren't here for a spot of tea?" She squeaked.
"Abigail, you know you're not supposed to be here." The one on the left said abruptly, "The facility's owner called us over to see what was going on. You and your haphazard research department need to find a new place to be, stop breaking in..."
"But I've been funded! Here, let me go get the paperwork from my."
"It's too late for that, girl." The other officer said as she quickly turned to run back to her office.
The officers were hot on her tail as she returned to her room, grabbed the vial of glowing liquid she had just made, slipped it into a pouch on her hip, and positioned herself on the other side of the island. The officers both came in, walking around opposite sides of the island in an attempt to arrest her. Just as one was about to give her some commands, she tossed a small vial on the ground which caused a loud 'bang' to ring through the air. Stunned, the chemist leapt over the central island - knocking over everything she had set up there, and ran toward her engineering lab to get the makeshift airship before the officers could give chase.
"Damn mutton shunters." She said under her breath.
Mathew had survived up until that point, just barely. Every pounding, sweaty step of her foot crushed him more and more into the insole of her shoe as the rouge chemist-engineer hurried along to get her little airship. She quickly filled the engine's tank with the glowing liquid she had, grabbed a small controller, and ran over toward the window. She pulled a little chord on the machine she had and the engine fired up immediately!
"Emergency test of the flight system!" She squeaked as the officers ran into the room after her, chasing her toward the window. "AGPAAFF AWAY!!!"
She held onto the mini-airship with one hand as it putted forward at breakneck speeds through the window and out of the fourth floor of the building she was in. Holding her breath, she tried to control the machine with one hand and steady herself with the other. It spiraled, she screamed, and just before she hit the cobblestone path below she was able to correct and recover it. She pulled her legs up, nearly running her tailbone along the ground as her mini-airship took flight!
"Come get me now!" She laughed, before crashing through an apple stand...