Traumatizing

The heist was going well. Or at least, as well as future heists would have been.

Sly was inches away from the goodies.

Murray was ready to floor it.

Bentley's paranoia was getting to him.

As Sly reached toward the cookie jar, he heard a noise at the door.

"Got em! Wait…I hear someone at the door. Uh, is that you, guys?" asked Sly.

"No, we're outside the window, Sly!" Bentley nervously answered.

"Uh oh, that must be Scary-John-The-Janitor at the door…" replied Sly.

Suddenly, he felt a yank on the rope. He was being pulled off the bookcase. He began to fall.

Thinking quickly, he grabbed the string, and was pulled over toward the window. The string surprisingly carried him out.

But not quick enough.

Halfway through the window, a tug on his tail carried him back inside. Hanging upside down, his eyes met Scary-John-The-Janitor's.

"What the hell are you doing here?" the hideous cleaner spat.

His gaze fell to the hat, filled with assorted cookies. He gave an ugly grin to Sly.

"A little thief, I see. You know what we do with little thieves?"

Sly shook his head slowly. Scary John grinned even more.

He carried Sly over to his janitorial materials, and dropped him head first in the mop cart.

Sly turned himself back up, and spat out the murky water. He saw Scary John laughing as he picked up the hat.

Sly tried to get out of the cart, but Scary John just pushed him back in. They rolled off through the hallways, until they came to the janitor's closet.

Scary John pushed the cart into the closet, Sly and all. He bit into a cookie with his nasty teeth before closing the door, creating utter darkness in the cramped closet.

The worst of thoughts went through his head.

Maybe he'd get spanked.

Maybe he'd get detention for the rest of his life.

Maybe he'd never get out of the closet.

Maybe he'd die in here.

He lowered his head and sobbed in the filthy water for the next eight hours, when Scary John finally came back, and brought him to the principal. But by then he'd already snapped.

His thieving days were over before they began.