Pink Laces

	Wake up. Out of bed. Put on tie. Drive. Drive. Drive. Open door. Walk down hall. Set the radio on the gift box. Lowered volume.  Walk back. Down the hall. Sit down. Pretend you're one of them. Pretend to work.

Pretend to guard.

For a short time, anyways.


Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.

Check watch.

It is 1 am, sharp.

Show time.

Out of chair. Open drawers. Grab toys. Grab keys. Walk away. Open door. Time to work.

I released it's bonds before I grabbed a toy. Risky maneuvers, I know. But the resistance is so interesting...Putting up a fight when they know they're checking out soon.

Oh man... I know how that sounds, but really? "Go down swinging," all that motivational shit... Never counts for something in the end, but it really does for a while, to them anyways. Right?

Quiet, you're making my head hurt. I don't want that, because tonight I'm feeling very creative.

My fingernail makes a kuh-lick on the plastic, the toy held firmly in my hands.

Power on.

A whirring sound of life.

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt. That's the sound of power.

Hah.

I move the drill towards a very exposed spot. One you can see on any of the people you encounter day to day.

The heart. Very valuable for them.

But.... Can't pleasure come before work?

Yes, on second thought you're right.

After all, rules ARE meant to be broken, don'tcha know?


It took a few hours. But as the saying goes, time does fly when you're having fun. Breaking in my new toy, as well. Opening up new possibilities with each crevice I bore into the landscape of pale, untarnished soil. Like a nation, I controlled the pollution of the body. Redirecting resources.


The bonds were released after only a few minutes of course, so the more exhilarating games being played here were met with an equal amount of silence from the body. The eyes were shut, sleeping peacefully during the operation.

Usually, we start work on the upper body before we work our way down to the legs. But with my new tool, it would be quite a mess for us. Leaks everywhere. Therefore, like a farmer, I irrigated the flow of crimson towards small pools to reduce the clean-up afterwards. I stripped away portions near the ribs and a few inches above the pelvis, for I knew that were the body to maintain it's pristine format, it would quite literally not fit into the grand plan.

Perhaps we got carried away there, pardon us.

I wrapped up the left-overs, and dragged it carefully out towards the stage.

I took out my weapon, and aimed it at one of the performers on stage. Inactive, dead to the world. Their eyes shut, sleeping peacefully.

But not for long.

Kuh-lick.

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.

Freddy Fazbear's legs gave out, and toppled over from the stage onto the clean tile flooring.


I removed the outer shell from the toy very carefully. Not my toy, but that thing's toy. A plaything. The thing inside that box would have something to wake up to. The parts were kept together in one neat pile.

 A brown bear, with fat cheeks and a smooth body that betrayed it's harsh metallic interior. Much like a cherub. I took care not to damage any goodies during this, which was quite frustrating because of the small body of the toy animatronic.


Back to my personal toy. Procedures again.

 I first started on the upper body before working my way down to the waist and legs. Trimming the fat.

I removed a few parts to assure myself completely, however. The hands and feet were first to go.  When I was assured that it would fit, I began the final phases of my plan.

I re-arranged the pieces to provide a resemblance to the original formation. The cleaner would take care of the rest. I began to place the flesh on the shell pieces. Some fell out onto the floor, but no worries. It is here that there are no such things as messes.

I pressed the metal endoskeleton over the flesh for twenty minutes.

When the eyes flashed to wake up, I knew the ritual had been completed.

Walk back. Open drawers. Take radio. Walk back.

Kuh-lick.

Radio's on. Push the dial up until it floods the building.

I left it next to the scene on the floor.

The bells signified that it was 6 AM. It felt only a few minutes ago that I set to work, but I tend to take a minor examining of the situation when it comes to things like this. There are otherworldly forces at work in the building, and questioning them is not for  weaker willed men.

As I walked to the exit doorway, I watched it begin to take the child for a brief period.

The joy of creation is truly a wonderful feeling.

Turning cherubs into angels is a blissful occupation. I do not regret a thing about what I accomplish at night.

Drive. Drive. Drive. Into bed.

Shut down.