Accidentally thrown out by a wolf.
I felt the bags flip as they fell into the hopper of the compactor, i was now literal trash. accidentally thrown out by a wolf. i heard a loud mechanical noise; it was the compactor running. i could feel the pressure inside the bag.
Put Me in the Trash
He hated the compactor.
Put Me in the Trash
He hated the compactor.
Changing Seasons: Christmas 2009 (1/2)
Matt mocked and threw him towards the trash compactor where alex was hiding. alex was just shocked that louis actually allowed matt to hit him as much as he wants. louis just yelled in pain and slowly stood up again.
Evening Mishaps
I keep screaming as i try and crawl my way out of the trash compactor. soon it becomes dark and the most terrifying sound i'll ever hear in my life starts. the contents of the compactor begin to shift. "w-waaaaaiiiiittt!"
Ethan's Pecs
They discovered too late that they were not so much in any trench; rather, like the death star's garbage compactor, the walls were closing in.
Rivet’s Release (Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart Fan Fiction)
Rivet's tail, sticking out of the back of the cockpit chair thanks to lombax furgonomics, swished to the right and swished to the left as ratchet teased her crotch with the long vibrating end of the concrete compactor. "you bastard," she growled.
Trapped in a Bunliz's Pants
This isn't like being caught in a trash compactor. instead, it's like an oversized beanbag upon your chest and its weight seems to gradually settle onto you the longer you're in there.
No Accident
Though it was meant to handle serious crashes, azure's fingers had all the relentless force of a trash compactor. fitting, considering that the motorcycle and its rider _were_ trash in his eyes, and trash is meant to be disposed of.
Battle Scars
My eyes fell upon the rag hanging off the trash compactor, i snatched the rag and bolted up the stairs as fast as i could slipping at least 3 times, the second time hitting my lip on one of steps and dropping the rag.
260 The Ship Of Millions Of Years
Imagine something like an old cathode-ray tube television, lots of technology around hollow vacuum, which gets crushed in a trash compactor. now imagine that there's an animal inside. that animal was me.
Changing Seasons: June 2010 (2/2)
The purple swirling energy blasted dark lightning here and there before spitting two white energies toward the concrete ground, only to be caught by the light blue trash compactor. the rift closed and the sky was clear once more.