The Atrox sat at its dark, wooden desk and proceeded to do boring paperwork. Day after day, it was more boring paperwork. He never had any fun. Because he was the Atrox and atroxes didn't have fun. They did atroxy things… like paperwork, while their followers were out partying, eating taffy apples, and attracting scores of bitches. He had never partied or eaten taffy apples. And the only woman he'd pursued had sacrificed herself rather than date him. Life was bad for the Atrox. The followers had all the fun.
And he had all the paperwork.
"Sir!" A boy in boxers immediately sprang into the office, his spiky dark hair standing on end.
"All the hot dogs are missing from the cafeteria!" yet another boy moaned from his side, white blonde wisps in his watery blue eyes.
The Atrox groaned. These two idiots bothered him every morning. He'd assigned them to Stanton, but as usual, he'd found some way to ditch them. "Well, what do you want me to do?"
They both exchanged glances and then turned back to face their master. The youngest raised his hand slowly. "Fix it?"
The Atrox's eyes lit on fire. "DO I LOOK LIKE A COOK TO YOU?"
They only stared.
He sighed and reached up to remove the large chef's hat from his head. He'd forgotten he'd left it on that morning after his shift in the kitchen. Now they knew his terrible secret. Dammit. "You should have gotten up earlier. You know how fast those hot dogs go".
"But it's Tymmie's birthday!" The oldest ran his fingers through a discouraged Tymmie's hair. "Tymmie always eats hot dogs for his birthday. It's tradition".
"Why does he need a birthday anyway? He's not even alive anymore!"
Silence swept through out the room.
Finally Karyl spoke up. "You're a cruel man, Atrox". He pulled Tymmie towards the door. "Come on Tymmie. We know when we're not wanted".
They both started out of the room and the Atrox lowered his eyes back to the endless pile of boring paperwork when…
"Sir, the prisoners wish to see you", the secretary rang.
The Atrox blasted a hole through his pencil sharpener. "Right now? CAN'T THEY SEE I'M BUSY?"
"No sir".
"I'll be right down".
The Atrox kicked the desk out of his way and stormed out of the room, mentally commanding some lowly follower in the hallway who would probably steal all of his money while he was gone to clean up the mess he made. He kicked a coke bottle out of the way as he neared the prison area of his headquarters. Who did they think he was? GOD? That he could just magically appear and provide FEAR and SUSPENSE for the readers? He was the ATROX, dammit! And he was getting too old for this ostentatious bullshit. If they wanted a thriller, they should have hired Dracula or something… He finally made his way to the daughters' cell, making sure that his shadowy form was fifty times it's usual height and his voice, much deeper.
"MWAHAHAHAHA!" he forced a maniacal laugh. "YOU CALLED THE INCREDIBLE POWER OF THE ATROX?"
The wimpy blonde took one shaky step forward. "Please. We need to eat!"
He rolled his eyes. He was soooooooooooooo not letting them eat.
"No, Vanessa!" Serena took the girl by the arm. "Don't beg them".
"DUUUN BEEEEEG DEEEEEM!" The Atrox mocked.
"What?" Serena looked up in fear.
"NOTHING!" he boomed. "SHUT UP OR… OR YOU'LL NEVER KNOW THE SECRET OF LIFE!"
They blinked.
"Uh… gah… STOP CALLING ME DOWN HERE!" He roared a bit and added a few lightening strikes for good measure.
"It's important" Serena urged.
"WHAT?"
She nodded towards her wrists. "Can you please loosen these chains a bit?"
The Atrox shook in rage. How dare they ask HIM! The ATROX! To untighten chains when he could be doing boring paperwork? The audacity.
"That job", he hissed. "Is for the prison guard".
Serena raised an eyebrow. "The prison guard?"
He slapped a shadowy hand to where his forehead would be if he had one and pointed to a nerdy kid in the hallway. "Prison guard". He pointed to himself. "Atrox. Prison guard. Atrox. Prison guard! Atrox!"
"Oh, that guy" Serena nodded. "We asked him. He wouldn't listen".
"And he touched me in an inappropriate place", Vanessa put in.
The Atrox sighed and blasted the boy into oblivion. "Do I have to do everything around- YOU THERE!" He pointed to Tymmie who had just happened to turn the corner with Karyl. "You're the new prison guard!"
Tymmie scratched his head. "But I don't have time to be prison guard. It's my birthday".
"I don't care!"
"What happened to Jake?" Tymmie whimpered more and more.
"I murdered him!"
"Jake! No!"
"And his name was John!"
"Nooo!" Tymmie sobbed into Karyl's shirt. The older boy looked up with venomous eyes. "It's his birthday!"
"I do not care!"
Karyl slammed his fist into the wall. "You're not fit to be human!"
"That's why I'm an atrox!"
"No! That's why we're cursed! That's why there are no hot dogs!" He shook in rage. "I HATE YOU!" Yelling wildly, he took off down the hall.
"That's right!" the Atrox roared. "Run like the pussy you are! See if I care!" He looked around to see the daughters and Tymmie scowling at him.
"Right… make me the bad guy…"
Hours later…
The Atrox sat at it's dark wooden desk and proceeded to do boring paperwork with a terrible migraine. "Oh, woe is me", he moaned.
"Sir, Yvonne is here to see you".
Well, that beat Tymmie and Karyl any day…
"Send her in".
With that, the large stone doors swung open to reveal Yvonne in a pointy party hat and two beers in each hand. "Atrox, baby!" she gushed, nearly spilling the liquid all over his good carpet. He frowned and moved toward the trap floor door button. Every evil mastermind had one.
"I came to get you!" Yvonne slurred. "You're missing the party of the year, maaaaaaaan".
He blinked. The party of the year? "I'm invited?"
Yvonne nodded drunkenly.
The Atrox started to bounce wildly in his office chair. "Wow! I've never been to a real party before! Should I drink? Dance on tables?"
"Cmooooooooon!" Yvonne dragged him out of the room. A huge grin was plastered across his face. Goodbye boring paperwork. Hello party. No more Mr. Nice Atrox.
"We're here" Yvonne beamed.
His eyes widened as they entered the grand ballroom and strobe light immediately hit his face. Heavy metal blasted through out the room and he grabbed at his defenseless ears. That's when he spotted Tymmie.
"WHO INVITED YOU TO MY PARTY?" the boy challenged.
"Yvo- HEY!" The Atrox's eyes glowed red. "I thought I told you to watch those goddesses".
"I brought them to the party!" Tymmie pointed to the blonde one who was drunk and stumbling across the dance floor laughing incessantly.
"WHERE'S THE OTHER ONE?"
"Under the table" He pointed towards a large black banquet table that was whispering quietly. Wait a minute… The Atrox blasted he table into oblivion to reveal Serena and-
"STANTON?" he bellowed. "What are you doing?"
A peeved Stanton looked up from Serena and crossed his arms. "I don't know. Minding my own business?"
The Atrox gasped. "HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT TONE OF VOICE WITH ME!"
"You don't control my life!"
"I own you, young man!"
"But I love her!"
"GAH!" The Atrox booed and hissed. "Go to your evil lair and think about what you just said!"
"No!" Stanton stood. "I'm not listening to you anymore".
"You have to!" the Atrox reminded him. "You're the prince of night!"
"Well, maybe I don't want to be the Prince of Night anymore!"
"No?" The Atrox swallowed hard. "Why not?"
"I…" Stanton gulped as if he'd been struggling with this for a long time. "I wannabeafumetaacema!"
"A what?" The now fully attentive crowd leaned in.
"I WANT TO BE A FULL METAL ALCHEMIST!"
The Atrox blinked. "You can't be a full metal alchemist".
Stanton blinked back. "And why not?"
"Because they don't exist!"
"YOU SEE?" Stanton cried. "You don't believe in me! You've never believed in me!"
"Sta-"
"I HATE YOU!"
He groaned. He'd gotten a lot of that today.
"I'm going to be the best full metal alchemist and no one- not even you- is going to stop me!"
With that, Stanton stormed out of the room, leaving the Atrox to frown and massage at his temples. This was going to be another long week…
Next is Karyl's POV. The story will change POVs as it goes on. Unless you want me to stay in the Atrox's XD