A Second Chance, Perhaps

Small Note:
Words in bold are characters.
Words in [this] are MC's inner thoughts / monologue.
Words in (brackets) are narrative scenes.
[Year: 2060]

Head Researcher: Do you think this will work? I mean, we have been working on it for quite a long time... it's a matter of fact that it took nearly 60 years to make this.

Random Guy (at table): Yes, it will work! This machine will revolutionize the future, it's the pinnacle of what humans can achieve.

Random Guy 2 (near machine): We have to stay focused! This thing is still unstable, it's taking too much electricity!

(The machine looked like a massive sphere ball with blue glowing lines running across it.)

MC (26-year-old researcher): Oh yeah, really? I think it's just hungry. We have plenty of energy to make it work.

Head Researcher: Tune it up! We have to make it work this time. It's our 51st attempt—increase power output!

(Suddenly, the machine's blue lines flared blood red as it reached critical space, consuming electricity far beyond the threshold. Power began to leak, triggering all emergency alarms to shriek at once.)

[MC]: Wait, what is happening? This hasn't happened before... why are they sealing the exits?! This is only our 51st attempt to make this machine work!

Head Researcher (sweating bullets): I don't know! They are cutting our exits! The machine never reached this level of energy, it's more than 400% of its original state! Tune it down! It's too high—

(His words were cut by complete silence as the sound started dying down. Everyone started panicking, trying to escape from the room, but the doors were shut tight.)

[MC]: Calm down! I said calm down! We have to fix the machine or it will explode! Y'all are just DUMB!

(Instead of an explosion, a deathly chill hit the room. The temperature plummeted. Instead of expanding outward, the machine began imploding—violently sucking all the oxygen straight toward it as loose equipment flew through the air.)

Random Guy (clinging to table): NO! IT'S CREATING A GRAVITY FIELD! IT WILL SUCK EVERYTHING INSIDE! WE HAVE TO POWER IT DOWN!

Head Researcher: It's imploding! IT'S NOT EXPLODING, IT'S IMPLODING! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!

(Everyone scrambled away from the danger, but the heavy ballistic blast doors slammed shut with a massive crash. We were completely trapped.)

(The control board screen went completely crazy—numbers glitching in reverse, strange symbols scrambling everywhere. The intense vibration wasn't just shaking the floor; it was rattling straight inside our teeth.)

Researcher (yelling frantically): OVERRIDE THE DOOR! HIT THE MANUAL RELEASE!

(His hands scrambled over the smooth control panel. It didn't work at all.)

(Suddenly, the breath in the room completely disappeared. It wasn't blowing away—everything was getting sucked inward. A terrible, choking, airless draft swept the lab as the main core started cracking apart. Heavy tables anchored to concrete were ripped right off the floor. The sound of ripping steel was completely swallowed by the deafening roar of the void pulling everything together.)

(MC grabs the hand of his friend researcher, who was desperately holding on to save his life.)

MC: MOVE! MOVE AWAY FROM IT! SOMEONE CUT THE ELECTRIC POWER! FAST!

(Right then, MC noticed something. His friend was struggling with everything he had just to hold both of their weights against the vacuum. Then, a harsh realization hits MC: he is a weak, lazy guy who never built upper-body strength. He tried to get a better grip, but he was simply too weak.)

(He sees his friend's fingers slipping. He can't hold both of them anymore. The gravitational pressure was multiplying every second.)

(MC looks up at his friend and makes a grim decision.)

MC: Well, it was a good time spent with you, my friend. But we both know we can't make it... I am simply too weak.

(MC lets go of his grip.)

(He gets violently sucked straight toward the machine core while his friend is left screaming in horror, trying to reach out for him.)

[MC]: This happened too fast... I couldn't even deliver my cool final dialogue. Did I really deserve to die this early?

(He feels his body being pulled, compressed, and torn apart by the vortex. He grunted in agony, trying to brace himself, convinced this was the absolute end as endless black hole darkness swallowed his sight.)

[MC]: Well, at least now I know how it feels to be flattened by a homemade black hole.

(Just as that thought crossed his mind, a sharp wave of cold wind hit his face.)

(He opens his eyes to an endless, vast blue sky.)

[MC]: ...What kind of sick joke is this?