Special Day
"The Special looks exactly like the kid that we rescued from Virtuvius, sir."
"THAT'S BECAUSE HE IS THE SAME KID THAT WENT WITH VIRTUVIUS!"
"WHAT? BUT HE LOOKS THE EXACT SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE!"
"NO MORE DISCUSSION ABOUT WHO HE IS-HE HAS THE PIECE OF RESISTANCE ON HIS BACK! DESTROY BOTH THE KID AND THE PIECE!"
"O-o-okie-dokie, sir!"
"AND CONTROL YOUR GOOD SIDE BAD COP!"
It didn't take too long for Emmet to awaken from his dream, both mind and body sore from the fall and finding the Piece of Resistance. The construction Worker had also felt sore on his back; a large weight seemed plastered onto the back of his coat. His eyelids struggled with the sand of sleep, waking up to find a dimly lit grey to dark grey room instead of the cheery colouring of his apartment flat. "Good morning...apartment?" He slurred as he awoke, blinking a few times before coming into full consciousness.
"WAKE UP!" a man in his late 30's, wearing the official Bricksburg police uniform: a black biker jacket with black pants and black leather boots aquainted to his attire, on the officer's right side of the chest was the badge of the Super Secret Police—the only colour on it was golden yellow where the spiked rim and the picture of a Lego mini-figure head in the middle of the badge. The jacket's rims, zipper and top of the pockets were covered in light grey. The belt holding the pants were a similar colour to the rims of the jacket. What was most noticeable to Emmet about this weird man was that he still had his helmet on, which was white on the top and black around the man's face, and the officer's yellow face, had sunglasses indoors. The scream from the officer caused Emmet to scream loudly, questioning instantly where he was. In his haste, the Master Builder turned construction worker recognized that he was chained to the chair he was sitting on, the cuffs of both on his wrists tortured the skin of his hands as he tried to move them out of the grip.
"We brought you in after loads of careful consideration with the evidence," The officer stated, his Irish accent nearly distracting the former Master Builder from the truth behind the words: "I took you in because you were darn suspicious… And we have concluded that you are conversing with suspicious pieces, 'Master Builder'." The officer continued, showing the (funnily enough) former Master Builder of what happened to Emmet before the fall into the location of the Piece of Resistance's resting place on screen, getting close to the brown-haired boy's face as he accused him of everything under the sun.
Emmet decided to go through the denial route as he started to testify. "What? NO! I would never touch anything that wasn't a part of Business' plans!" He hoped that he put up a convincing performance as he watched the 'Bad Cop' (he was sure that was the officer's name) attack his chair in frustration. "Besides, I would never do something like that!" Emmet pretended to scoff at the accusation, noticing in his wake state how heavy his back felt for the first time.
"Then why is the Piece of Resistance stuck on your back?" the bad-tempered cop questioned, pointing towards the oddly dressed punk's back.
Emmet turned his neck to find the very Piece of Resistance, the fabled item that would put a complete halt to the Kragle for all eternity, stuck to the back of his coat... "OH GOSH GET IT OFF ME GETITOFF!" The former Builder yelled as he constantly scooted around the interrogation room, surprised it was still on his back. "OMYGOSH ITSSTILLFOLLOWINGME!" He yelled as he flopped to the ground like a fish, flailing on the cold floor as he continued screaming. The Bad Cop sighed at the antics of Emmet, before forcefully pulling up the former Master Builder and furiously attacking the only other chair in the room.
"Hey hold on. I've watched a lot of cop shows, isn't there supposed to be a 'Good Cop' in the force as well?" the construction worker asked cautiously, worried that the chair might be thrown his way when the Bad Cop got too upset.
"Oh, there is a 'Good Cop' boy." The sunglasses on the cop shifted to circular glasses that showed his blue eyes, Emmet could just make out a few faded freckles near his eyes before the 'Good Cop' started to speak. "Hiya, Buddie! I'm your friendly neighbourhood police officer! Would you like a glass of water?" the cheerful persona asked, holding a cup of water to the scared man in front of him/them.
"Well... I am thirsty..." Emmet tried to scoot his chair toward the now calm cop's location, too busy looking at the mug to notice the Good Cop change back into the scary monster that was the Bad Cop.
"TOO BAD!" The now aggravated cop threw the mug away from Emmet, the contents spilling as Emmet followed it's trajectory to the opposite side of the interrogation room. He sighed at the spilt comfort for his throat, before getting interrogated by the Bad Cop once again. "Now, you'll tell me what happened to you and that suspicious lady!"
"I've got nothing to hide!" Emmet denied, slight worry passing through his mind. "You should ask all of my friends, like Foreman Frank, Surfer-Boy Dave, oh! And Miss. Scratchen Post!" the orange wearing Emmet said quickly, hoping that it would give enough evidence to his claims to the disgruntled Bad Cop.
"Oh but I did, dear boy." Bad Cop growled, revealing to the accused a video of all of the people Emmet knew in his life talk about what little they had to say. At first, Emmet was hurt from the lack of great responses from all of the people he knew in his life, but when he thought about it hard enough…
"Oh GOSH, I thought that by following the instructions to the letter, I would be recognized by everyone…" Emmet had nothing to add to his name other than the Power of Imagination, which was outlawed by President Business a long time ago. As such, the many people he greeted and chatted with didn't really know the now confused and lost man anymore than they knew what to eat for dinner that day. This put a damper on Emmet's mood, causing him to believe that his trying to live the life he previously had wasn't worth it. The video went on and on about what Emmet's 'friends' thought about his 'generic-ness', but Emmet was no longer paying attention to it, instead allowing his Building Sight to circle the room in a fresh light. But instead of finding the numbers that he had been so accustomed to in his childhood, the former Master Builder found that he could no longer see the numbers that once haunted his vision on a regular basis.
"…You see… I can't be the Special. I'm just a Nobody." The construction worker sighed dejectedly, not bothering to look toward Bad Cop as misery flowed through his veins like sleet.
But Bad Cop knew this had to be a lie, no matter how sad the brown haired male in front of the double-sided cop had to be. "I'm not CONVINCED, boy." He growled, destroying Emmet's personal bubble for the second time that night. "It's always you type of guys who ruin everything about this perfect place." Bad Cop started, not caring about the stream of denial that came out of the younger man's mouth. "Great. I can't break the Special. Take him to the Melting Chamber." He finally sighed, having gotten tired of Emmet's yelling and increasing panic.
The robot cops just outside of the room quickly ran into the room, lifting the chair that the construction worker was forced into out of the room to the dreaded Melting Chamber.