Peter couldn’t disagree with that point. He didn’t have much time to think it over though, as the wall slid open once again. This time, however, there was no floating cube on the other side. Instead, a trio of men in what looked like hazmat suits were wheeling in a large glass tank on a cart. Some sort of opaque gas swirled around inside the tank, as if alive. The men were nervously arguing with each other.

“Hurry up! Phane will kill us if we’re late!” shouted one.

“And this thing will kill us if we’re not careful! It already took out a couple of guys in containment.”

Peter had no idea what they were talking about, but these were the first people he had seen since being captured that seemed to have any idea what was going on.

“Hey! Do you guys have any idea what’s going on?” he yelled, trying in vain to get their attention.

The men wheeled the cart over to the newcomer. One of them began attaching a hose to the tank, while the other two stood back and pulled out hoses of their own, which seemed to be attached to tanks strapped to their backs. Before the attachment was complete, the man leaned over the tank, tapped the glass a few times, and then began to speak.

“I know you can hear me in there, and I know you know we’re ready to capture you the moment you get out of line again. Just enter the body and we won’t have any problems.”

If the thing inside of the tank had heard, it made no response. The man seemed satisfied that his point was made, and finished attaching the hose to the tank. The moment the connection was secure, the gas rushed out and emerged from the other side in a dark cloud. It hung in the air for a second, before descending on the slouched body attached to the third cube. A few seconds later, the body sat up straight, revealing that its eyes were covered by a series of bars attached to the helmet. It certainly looked dead, with green-tinted, withered skin that was pulled back around its mouth, giving the impression of a smile.

Peter tried to get the men’s attention once more, but they were still arguing as they began packing up their tubes.

“Wasn’t there something else we needed to do with this one? Something about, uh, teleportation? Or phasing?”

“Whatever, we’re already over time here. Phane is about to start, he can deal with any trouble.”

Eventually, one of them glanced at him.

“Sorry kid, that’s not our job. Just sit tight, Phane will explain everything shortly, I think.”

And with that they wheeled the cart back out of the room, and the wall slid shut again. The new arrival began to speak in a hissing, raspy voice that seemed appropriate for someone who had been dead for a few years.

“Greetingssss, ssinnersss. You may call me… Death”

- Season 13, Round 0, globsterzone