It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when I first laid eyes on the atomic bag. It was just sitting there, innocently, in the corner of our break room, looking like a normal lunchbox. But as I reached for my sandwich, I noticed something was off. The edges were slightly... wavy.
At first, I thought it was just the deli counter, but as I looked closer, I saw the wavy edges were actually a thin layer of... glowing material. I tried to shake it off as a minor cosmetic defect, but as I opened it up, a stale air wafted out, carrying with it the scent of burnt offerings.
That's when I heard the first whisper. A soft, raspy voice that seemed to come from the bag itself. "You shouldn't have done that..." it whispered. "Now we're stuck with you forever..."
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