Thirty-Two Years before the Worst Christmas Ever…
A whistle sounded throughout the bleak, gray facility. All around, workers and slaves stirred and groaned in their beds. Time to get up and work for another 18 hours…
A very fat and bulky man with a lot of hair sat up in his bed. He was tired of waking up at four o' clock in the morning for no purpose. Their boss had no idea what they were working towards. This work would remain pointless unless their commander was eliminated. Then, this large and heavyset man could finally claim his spot as the leader of this drastic operation.
But, who knew when this day would come. For now, he would just have to act loyal. He got up, put on his purple outfit (which all the workers had to wear; the boss was able to wear red garb), and walked on. He immediately joined up with the other workers and they soon got to their 'important' work.
Some type of machine that would be used for making better sandwiches. That's what the boss told everyone that they were creating. The bulky man, however, knew what it would really be used for. This device would have enough power to either save, or destroy, an entire civilization.
Lost in his own thoughts, the man didn't notice that he had stopped working. As if waiting on a cue, the boss happened to show his face at this exact moment. He smiled to himself upon seeing that somebody had stopped working.
"KRIS!" the boss shouted. The bulky man glanced up and snarled.
"What!?"
"Your work ethic seems to be failing as of late. I'm 'promoting' you to janitorial services for the day."
Kris, the bulky man, glared at his boss (who was, as always, clad in red), but eventually walked to his newly-assigned station.
"Okay, people. Get back to work. Oh, and don't fool around. You know what happened to the last group that didn't take this seriously." The boss said. He then retreated back to his office.
Kris was so deep in his thoughts and anger that he didn't notice two workers rushing towards the job site. They were late, but maybe they could blend in unnoticed. When they reached their destination, everyone was too tired and annoyed to notice. Four hours passed, and a bell sounded for breakfast. Everyone left except for the two workers who had arrived late.
The boss of the operation entered the room and smiled upon seeing the two figures. They had been true to their word.
All three looked at each other and nodded.
"We've managed to find some more blueprints and uranium. Is this enough?" asked a boy who couldn't be older than 16. The boss looked at the items and nodded approvingly.
"I'll see what I can do. Even if it's not enough, it should give us a great head start." He proclaimed. He then left the area.
The second worker, a girl, smiled at the boy. She seemed to be a little younger than him.
"This is actually gonna work. We're going to make it out of this mess!" the boy shouted. The girl ran towards him and hugged him.
"I love you…" she whispered. The boy smiled and ran his hand through her hair.
"I love you too, Toph."