Toy made for Breaking

He was growing bored, staring at nothing and listening to the reports of his expanding empire. This wasn’t supposed to be boring, ruling a entire world and having everyone do what he says. He has adults at his beck and call, a army to enforce his will on those that don’t do what he says, and a matching set of toys to do with as he pleased. His hand brushes over the controls of his pod, the spider-like legs clawing at the floor. Tapping his fingers against the inner shell of the pod, he looks for someone to blame for his boredom, wanting to punish them and fill his empty evening with something interesting.

A window appears before him on the glass, alerting him that one of his toys has returned from their mission of some sort. He couldn’t really remember what the toy was sent to do, and he didn’t really care for that matter, but it did give him a idea. This toy liked to please him, lived for it, doing anything that was asked of it and begged for more no matter what pain he gave it. This should cure his boredom rather nicely, a wide grin splitting his face.

He sends a message to the toy, knowing that it will appear on its visor screen without fail. That old man had his uses, annoying as his twerp son was. Why Ness was friends with that useless nerd and not him he’ll never understand. He had power, money, a cult following his words and all he ever wanted at his fingertips. He owns the entire world now, the power to end all these worthless lives within his grasp if he wishes, everything and anything is his even if they resisted at first. He has everything and Ness didn’t want him, didn’t need him, didn’t even have the decency to speak to him back then. He grits his teeth, seething in anger now at the very thought of how Ness rebuffed him, tossed him aside like he was nothing. How that fat bastard proceeded to undermine his life, his success, taking everything he build away and continued to ruin his new life. Not anymore though, now Ness was dead and no one can take this away from him. The only one that can take everything away is himself when he is done playing with these people. No one can take away his new toys before he’s done breaking them with his own hands.

His finger taps on the glass, waiting for the toy to come to him and entertain him. He growls under his wheezing breath, livid by the point when it appears before him from how long he had to wait for the Chimera. It drops to a knee, looking out of breath and honoured to be called before its master, asking what he wanted from it. He wills the pod to climb up the wall, glaring down at the tardy toy. He was going to correct this Chimera it seems, make sure it is more responsive to his commands.

The Chimera looks up to him, a glint of fear when it sees the disapproval in its Master’s face. Trembling as he wills the pod closer to the toy, he lowers to the ground and commands the Chimera to come forth. He can hear the scrambling from the toy getting to its feet, climbing the steel legs of his mobile life-support and leaning against the wall to peer at him. The toy was always so eager to please, wanting to keep him happy or at least not bored in his empire.

He was going to have fun breaking it more tonight.

He opens his pod and sits himself up the best he can, looking at that chimera through shock white bangs, his mad blue eyes shining with the promised vileness known to his name back in his time of youth. Lifting up a hand, he feels the toy press its cheek against his palm and give a happy purr. The purring stops when he draws back his hand and strikes the Chimera across the face. He grins when he hears the cry from the toy, watching it crumple in his lap and looks back at him as if asking what it had done wrong.  He draws back his hand and strikes him again, this time with a closed fist, listening to the toy cry out again. He strikes again and again at the Chimera, filled with a sick joy as he looks upon the bloody-nosed toy as he corrects him for making him wait. He is pleased from the whimpers rising from the Chimera, its hands clinging to his pant leg as it is beaten like the beast it is by its Master’s hand. He was trained well at least, never asking why he is being punished, accepting his fate and withstand all that is deserved to him. He’ll need to remember to give the researchers more money for their projects so they’ll continue to build him the best toys.

He finally stops striking the toy and orders him to strip, wanting to see the bruises he started on that pale body. He licks his lips as the shaken toy paws at its clothes, peeling off the only protection it has before its temperamental Master. It leans back on against the legs of its Master, showing off the tiny frame and budding bruises, blood dripping from its nose and mouth as it waits from the next orders to follow. He looks at his fractured toy, its willingness to please him, the wonderful cries it makes when broken further. He moves his hand back to the controls, a few of the legs of his pod curling up over the pod and poised behind the vulnerable Chimera. With a faint tap, a leg drops forward, scoring the side of the toy’s body, a deep gash dripping its precious blood onto the blanket below him and followed by the surprised cry of the toy. It curls into itself, clutching its side as it cries openly from the pain, soft begs and whimpers leaving him. Licking his lips, he messing with the panels buttons and pulls out a rope from a compartment. Summoning up smaller mechanical arms, he has them take the rope and pin the Chimera’s arms behind its back, binding him there as the large leg draws back and has the other end of the rope fastened to it. The leg draws up the Chimera, arms bending in angle to the rope in a painful degree, hung in the air and whimpering as it looks down to its grinning Master.

Hand on the control panel, he wills more legs to rear up and positions them around his toy. One by one he wills them to leave long marks along his body, scoring him with each leg and laughs as the Chimera screams in pain above him, bleeding from his back and legs as angry lines decorate the pale skin. He makes the leg hoisting him up swing the helpless beast, hearing the faint creak of bones crying out against the force, threatening to break from the rough treatment. His can feel a crazed laugh bubble in his throat as he watches pain twist that young face, the tears streaming down that face and blood paint its body red. So much loyalty this toy has for him, such love it claims to have for him. All this only makes it better for the twisted Master, knowing that he can break this toy again and again, only tohave it crawl back to him for more. He wills a leg to hover over the Chimera’s left flank, the tip starting to heat up to a angry orange. Carefully he starts to brand the beast, this time with a single letter ‘P’ stretching down to mid flank before withdrawing and cooling. No matter what happens, no matter who may come to put his fun to a end, it will be known that this toy is his alone. He likes to put his mark on his favorite of toys, staking his claim so no one would dare try and play with it when he wasn’t.

He was never one to share nicely.

The Chimera struggles against the ropes, begging forgiveness from its Master for its behavior, sorry for whatever crime it has committed to draw Master’s ire like so. He grins wider listening to the pleas and cries for forgiveness, the feeling to break him further strengthening as he forces the leg to roughly shake him before having the rope cut and sending the toy flying against a wall. He hears a dull crunch on contact, followed by the sound of his toy landing on the floor below. Laying back in his pod, he listen to the stillness of the room and relaxes. It was long until the sound of something dragging itself closer to the pod and climbing to sit at the edge of where its Master laid. The toy looks down to its master and waits to be allowed to lay down near him. Giving the Chimera a nod, the beast curls up on his lap and softly whispers its love for Master, its want to please and make Master happy. He lifts a hand and curls it into the blonde hair on the toy’s head, petting him now and studying the blood and bruised covered mess it has become. The scientists will have to patch him back together so he can break him further when he wants to, but that was only a slight inconvenience. Relaxing into his bed, he smiles as he pets his toy, his boredom temporally suspended for the time being.

Perhaps he’ll reward the Chimera some other time.