GOLD

Chapter One

I had some fun on that day. We were just sitting around backstage, when Mr. Byrd came in looking beat up.

"Hey, Tempus. Could you do me a favor?" He asked.

"What do you want?" I questioned.

"Uh, there's this mob of hippies outside that wants me to start giving free food to people who don't have much money," He explained," Translation: Give us some food because we don't have any money… mainly because we don't want to get a job!"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

He handed me us some paintball guns.

"Go up onto the balcony," He said," And give em' what ya got for em'."

"We could have some fun with this," Said Byrd.

"You're really gonna do that?" Asked Aera.

"Yep!" Byrd and I replied in unison.

"Fine," Aera finally gave in as she picked up a paintball gun.

We headed up the stairs which was where Mr. Byrd lived. The restaurant was downstairs.

We went through the living room and onto the balcony.

Just like Mr. Byrd had said, there was a mob of hippies.

I heard one of them randomly yell: "Hail Hitler!"

"Alright," I said to Byrd and Aera," These guys aren't hippies. It's just a mob of Neo-Nazi White Trash. FIRE!"

We started firing as Mr. Byrd watched the crowd being painted blue, green, and pink from downstairs. They fled and got into their cars that just happened to be Volkswagens. To make things more obvious, tiny Nazi flags were attached to every car.

I shot as they drove away.

"DIE YOU CROUTS!" I yelled.

"How much did your soul hate Nazis when it was in a living body?" Asked Aera.

"More than Mr. Byrd hates hippies… and that's saying something." I responded.

Mr. Byrd thanked us and decided to let me on stage for the day. Playing that old twelve-string acoustic guitar. The kids who had only been here when just Byrd and Aera were on stage seemed confused. After the performance, we came down off of the stage and a bunch of kids that didn't know about me started asking me a bunch of questions.

"Who are you?" One of them asked.

"You can call me Tempus," I responded.

"Why haven't I seen you before?" Another asked.

"Um… I'm mostly busy doing other things."

"Like what?" One asked.

"Uuuuhh," I replied," Definitely not painting Nazis with paintball guns."

"Huh?"

"Um, I've gotta go get ready for the next performance," I said and headed to the backstage area.

"Kids asking a lot of questions?" Byrd asked.

"Yeah."

The rest of the day went smoothly. I saw a kid go and ask the manager something. I think the kid asked if there was an arcade game called "Painting Nazis".

Mr. Byrd gave me a look that said:

What'd you do?

By the end of the day, Aera was cleaning up the kitchen, I was practicing on my guitar, and Byrd was…where was he?

I looked around and finally found him in the basement. He was staring at the boarded up room.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I just got a weird feeling about that room." He replied.

"Well, you know that bad things happen when we come down here," I said," Let's go back up."

We went back upstairs and into the backstage area. We laid down in our makeshift beds and went to sleep.

Yeah, I know it's strange that animatronics sleep, but there's souls in these suits, so there's going to be some human characteristics… but we don't do things that involve toiletry.