Prompt: Knife
They're trapped in the corner. One thought resonates through the minds of all the trapped employees: Amir's finally lost it.
And it seems he has. He's standing, slightly hunched, over them, all of them trapped in a corner of the office. He only has one knife, it's true, and there are quite a few of them; they could probably revolt, but none of them wants to be the first one to be stabbed, so no one makes a move.
Amir says something, taunts them, brandishes the knife; calls them worthless cowards and everyone has a dim memory of when they've called Amir himself that at some point or another and in some way it seems like retribution, like karma coming to kick them in their collective ass.
This was expected to happen eventually. It was in the back of everyone's minds as they were steadily hired, Oh, by the way, a totally insane guy works here; don't mind him, he's mostly harmless. Mostly, yes, everyone thinks. Thanks for the heads-up, Ricky the wonder-boss. Now he's in the corner, too, with all his employees, and not a one of them is shaking with fear or regret or anything.
"So," Amir says in a sick whisper, "Which one of you wants to die first?" He grins maniacally and it's then that a hushed whisper passes through the crowd: "Where's Jake? He wouldn't kill Jake, right?"
Hearing them, Amir looks around, startled, and suddenly Jake is there, standing behind Amir and facing the trapped crowd. He looks confused for a few seconds, then raises one eyebrow.
"Guys," he says as he grabs the knife out of Amir's hand, "it's plastic."
Everyone deadpans. "Oh," they say as one. Then they all get up and move to their desks and pretend like nothing has happened.
Jake holds the fake knife up to Amir. "Dude, what the hell?"
Amir shrugs.
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