I peered out of my box and sniggered into my hand when I saw the young night watch drawing a mono brow on Balloon Boy. I watched as he dragged a fan from the main hall and to the register. He wiped his sweaty hands on his pale blue work uniform and sighed. I heard him muttered something about a golden suit and pondered who he meant. Did he mean the bear or that rabbit locked in the separate storage facility?
I ducked down when the night watch looked my way,for I was not to be out till the music goes dead. Going dead weight I listened to the echoes of his worn tennis shoes against the walls of the pizzeria. They stopped at my box and for a moment, it was just silence.
"What did they say was in here?" I heard his quiet voice inquire.
They? He must mean the other night watch men. My attention turned else where when I realized the music box's sweet melody was about done. Surely the night watch realizes the danger he's in? I pulled at the restraint on my ankle. Nearly free, just a few more seconds.
"Didn't Scott say something about Vincent being terrified of this thing?" the night watch muttered.
I stopped pulling at my restraint. Vincent? Who...Oh...He means the sentient pedophile looking eggplant. Of course that brute is afraid of me, after all I vowed to finish him.
The restraint on my ankle went slack as a new melody played. The night watch paid no mind as he walked away. I scoffed quietly. He thinks just because the owners did something to my companions that they did the same to me? Well if that's his train of thought he's got another thing derailing his peace.
I face palmed. Great.. That pun cracking nut job is infecting me. I don't like it. There's a lot things I don't like. That eggplant,bugs,loud noises,etc. You get the idea.
"I knew it, the puppet isn't active either, " the night watch sighed cutting through my thoughts like butter.
Is that so...and I'd much prefer Marionette over 'puppet' any day. I don't need to be called Pup or heaven forbid Puppy. I opened the music box to find the area deserted. He must've gone back to the office. Speaking of the office why isn't there a door? Children wonder in there all the time and it's always nagged away at me.
I stepped out of the box and looked down the main hall. This is where they hold the V.I.P's I believe. I hurried around the corner and down the corridor. My feet were prepared to leave the ground when I saw the office was empty as well.
The desk is actually cleaned up this time around. I might've misjudge the night watch a little. Stepping under the light I scanned the room for anything that might be valuable information that I could use to my advantage. Leaning over I spotted a faded gray back pack nestled in the corner. Dragging the bag over with my foot I examined it.
How long has it been since I held anything in my hands besides throats and toys for some of these greedy brats? I wish I had control of this vessel during the day as well to tell the lucky ones to cherish what they have. They may not have it for long. I know from back experience...
No,there's no time for bad memories. I unzipped the main compartment and pulled out a photo album. I looked over my shoulder before sitting on the stacked speakers. Opening the book I was met with the writing : Property of Jeremy Fitzgerald,return if found.
Jeremy Fitzgerald? I'm not certain about the last name but I'm rather fond of his first name already. Turning the page with interest lured out of it's cave. I smiled, well...in spirit I did. The image was of a chubby faced toddler with a broad grin and icing on his face. I wish I had my own album to recall my lost memories.
The small child had brunette hair with natural blond highlights. It was...cute? I can't recall what this would be described as. All I know is I found it nice. The child wore a ridiculously over sized jacket and held up a present with hidden hands. I'm guessing he was wearing an adult sized jacket.
My head jerked up when I heard a gasp. I looked down the corridor to see a flabbergasted night watch. His hands were shaking violently as I stared him down. My shoulders would move ever once in awhile, since I was having such a hard time containing my silent laughter. It's just I'm not even doing anything and he's already scared out of his wits.
"S-stay back," Jeremy stuttered as I stood.
His bangs hid his eyes so I don't know if he's looking at me or the book hanging loosely from my hand. Placing the book down I began to stroll towards him.
"N-no!" he yelped and ran down the darken hall.
Oh this should be fun.
Hello there,I see you stumbled upon my little thing here. Now I can't promise it'll be the best thing you'll read but I'll try my best. So I hoped you enjoyed this short little part/thing of mine.