Friday Fiction - The Legend of Bob (Vortex of Doom)

I hope you enjoy this second installment of The Legend of Bob for Friday Fiction. I really have no idea where I am going with this, but I'm glad your on the journey with me to find out. :)

The Legend of Bob
Part 2
Vortex of Doom

With BFFster fame in the bag, it was time to pack up and go home. The digital timepiece proudly pronounced that it was four o’clock in the morning. Had he really been here all night? Didn’t he normally work a day shift from 8:00 to 5:00? Somewhere a blacksmith pounded on Bob’s head as though it were an anvil, sending sharp pains through his cranium and leaving him nauseous. The ticking noise synchronized itself with the pounding in his head. The location of the rhythmic clack eluded Bob as did the reason why he had come into the office in the middle of the night.

Bob stood from his ergonomic office chair and stretched out his arms to the ceiling. Multiple joints popped as though a bag of Orville Redenbacher had been heating up inside the break room microwave.

Popcorn sounds good right now. So do Oreo cookies. Bob tilted his head allowing one last crack from his neck. He began to gather his stuff and clean up. Mountain Fizz cans, Crispy Crinkle chip bags, and empty packets of Skuttles fruit flavored candies were swept into the trash can sitting below the desk. Did I actually complete any real work tonight? The details of this late night escapade would have to be sorted out later as his co-workers were soon to arrive, and he wasn’t about to stay another shift. He’d go home, put on his best “sick” voice, and leave a message for his boss Mr. Wetzel telling him that he had fell ill and wouldn’t be in today. No one had to know this happened.

Cell phone. Check. Car keys. Check. Wallet. Check. Laptop. Check. Bob stuffed his computer in the bag and staggered towards the stairwell. The crash in his head left him disoriented and threw his equilibrium off. The long corridor of cubicles began to spin in a circular motion as Bob made his way to the exit. I’m on the second floor. Only one flight of stairs to go down. I can make it.
The exit door was marked with a green lit sign. The west parking lot could be seen from a massive picture window next to the exit. Bob planted his face against the window in order to regain his balance. He glanced out at the mountain horizon beyond the parking lot. Dark clouds swirled above the peaks and lightning flashed as a brooding thunderstorm drifted its way onto the scene. Bob’s droopy eyes shot open as he saw a giant black funnel suddenly appear from behind the mountain range. The gargantuan black cone devoured its way down the side of Mount Evergreen chucking trees, rocks, small woodland creatures, and any other tasty morsel it passed into its giant, swirling mouth. Though it was a fair distance away, the funnel’s girth covered miles to both sides leaving Bob feeling as though it was right on top of him.

I’m gonna be sucked up in that black vortex soon…if I don’t get out of here!