After the day he had, Michael had gone through a colorful array of emotions— with the optimism he had planted within his head to emerge a sense of happiness soon getting drowned out by sadness and disappointment. By the end of the day, when the hour hand was only a few ticks away from reaching midnight, all there was left in Michael's heart was frustration and destruction; destruction that he had reserved for not only the myriad of colorful puppets who had made the grim mistake of laying siege on the only place he had left to go, but the destruction he had for the beautiful hopes at a second chance that he had been using to escape the reality he found himself in.
There was no room for Michael to enjoy the whimsical-vast nature of the bizarre and exciting city he and his animatronic companion had found themselves in— no room for optimism, or compassion. All that the young man had on his mind while waiting within the shadows of the barely-lit dining area; opting to hide underneath the party table nearest to the door leading into "Chica's Kitchen", in the Northeast quadrant of the large dining area that Michael knew as " Freddy's Dining Hall".
Having come up with some new funds through his one and only shareholder, Ruby Rose, Michael decided to invest his money into an iPhone XR, and a brand new "Cosmic Knife" that came bundled with the new phone plan he had to sign up with through " Boost Mobile". While neither his considerably outdated cell phone or " As-Seen-On-TV" kitchen knife were particularly the best purchases he could have made, going to the bad part of Hub Central to where Boost Mobile was located provided him a golden opportunity that would provide him with more means to protect himself.
Armed with a nail gun that he bought with twenty bucks off of some fiend who was looking to make a quick buck for their next fix on loot boxes, Michael made sure to hide the light of his cell as he checked the time on its display. As though right on cue, the moment Michael slid his cell phone into his side pocket was when he heard the East front-entrance double doors open wide up. Having learned the layout of what was to be his and Helpy's interior battlefield, Michael used his trained ear to keep track of the movements made by the intruding muppets; their soft fleece feet reminding him of the way Plushtrap sounded, when it would move from its chair, and through his old hallway.
'They must be checking out the security room; it's the first room before the hallway entrance leads into the dining area… Come on you puppet-bastards; I've got something for you right here…'
Meanwhile in the security office, Kermit was in there with the gang of other muppets who he had brought along to provide an ass-whooping to the man who had humiliated him in public. Flooding into the small security room with Fozzie Bear, Miss Piggy, Gonzo, Animal, Sam the Eagle, and the Swedish Chef, Kermit had his second group move past the office area to investigate the dining hall. The second strike group included Rizzo the Rat, Beaker, and Pepe the Prawn King; all three characters who Kermit had placed life-insurance policies on, and was banking on them being the first and only ones to die that night.
"Come on out, Pizza-Bitch! My posse and I are here to PARTY! !" Kermit shouted as angrily as his goofy sounding voice could manage; making his friends uncomfortable, as each of them just stood there quietly as the green frog began searching through the scrap metal that Michael had left over from constructing furniture. Getting worked up more than he already was, Kermit began to flail his arms up into the arm, before smashing his baseball bat down on the pile of bent metal. " YOU PURPLE-MOTHERFUCKER, SHOW YOURSELF!"
It was then that Fozzie Bear raised his free hand up to clear his throat; his mouth trembling slightly, as he worked up the nerve to step a foot closer to where Kermit's backside was facing him. " Umm… Kermit, uh… I'm not trying to be over BEARING— WAKA, WAKA— but uhhh… D-Don't you think that you're taking this a little too far?" Fonzie asked nervously; feeling as though he was walking on eggshells, as he waited with baited breath as Kermit slowly, and angrily turned around with his fleece mouth puckered up in rage.
" Mmmhmmm… Fonzie, how long were we friends; back when our franchise used to be in the spotlight, and before we were brought to this FUCK-ASS WORLD?!" Kermit asked with a booming voice that echoed out through the East and West hallways— a voice that caused his friends to flinch, and cower where they stood.
Swallowing the cotton-lump within his fleece throat, Fonzie was visibly shaking as he tried to maintain eye-contact with the volatile frog. "Aw jeez, Kermit, uhhh…?! I-I think somewhere around forty-five or so years; give or take…? W-Why? Did you forget, or- GUAAAHHHHH!" Fonzie choked out in agony, as he was painfully interrupted when Kermit cut him off by bashing him in the side of his head with his Louisville Slugger.
Seeing Fonzie dropping the water gun that he had advertised to Kermit earlier as his "piece", Kermit could hear Miss Piggy beginning to quietly cry as both Sam the Eagle and Animal both tackled the enraged frog down to the floor. "OVER FORTY-FIVE YEARS! THAT'S HOW LONG I'VE HAD TO PUT UP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT, FONZIE! FORTY-FIVE FUCKING YEARS!" Kermit screamed angrily, while grunting as he tried to break free from the two muppets' weight, as Gonzo and the Swedish Chef rushed over to where Fonzie was seizing up on the floor.
"Oh, Hinga-honga hurgen, burgen…" The Swedish Chef murmured to Gonzo, as he carefully held the back of Fonzie's head, trying his best to stabilize the injured muppet, who had the side of his face busted open where Kermit had struck him; the whimpering bear making incoherent mumbles, while his shattered left eye hung loosely down his dented by a few threads.
Nodding his head solemnly, Gonzo made sure to be there for his friend through the bitter end by holding onto Fonzie's paw, as the washed up comedian from the eighties let out his final "Waka, waka", before going still. "Rest in peace, old friend; may God have you in the big stage in the sky," the blue muppet whispered with a defeated sigh, before he and the Swedish Chef got up to console Miss Piggy, while Animal and Sam the Eagle held Kermit down until he went down from his withdrawal induced tantrum.
Unbeknownst to the drama unfolding within the security office, Rize the Rat had completely gotten sidetracked the moment he realized that there was a possibility that there was some pizza to be had, within what he figured to be an unguarded kitchen. "Eh, that guy probably skipped town once Kermit threatened him! No point in letting fresh ingredients go to waste, heheh!" Rizo mused aloud in his New Yorkian accent; his excitement dwindling down to disappointment, the moment he looked over his shoulder to where Trash and the Gang were standing on the rinky-dink stage.
"… I see that this place hasn't changed much since my cousin Chuck E. Cheese went bankrupt a few years ago. Sheesh; leave a family-friendly environment alone for more than a month, and the next thing you know the streets will turn it into a drug den…. Really wish Kermit would stop coming here to pimp himself out for some of that GAS-STATION BOOF," Rizo said aloud in his obnoxious voice— momentarily lamenting on all the fights that had arisen between Miss Piggy and Kermit, after all the countless times he had come back to Sesame Street high as a kite while sporting a wig and defiled prostitution-outfit on.
Never one for critical thinking, the tragedies that had followed Kermit and the rest of his friends since the start of their new lives quickly vacated his rodent brain. "Oh well! It do be like that, sometimes!" Rizo said carefree to no one in particular, before beginning to him a tune as he walked into the kitchen; completely oblivious to the fully grown adult man that was shadowing him. Upon entering the kitchen, Rizo didn't have a lot of time to feel the disappointment settling in— after realizing that not only were there no cold boxes to store ingredients, but there weren't any appliances to even make or cook a pizza to begin with.
From behind, Michael stomped his shoe down as hard as he could out of the rat-sized muppet— smashing the integrity of Rizo's innards into flat cotton, before executing him by sawing his head off with the sharp edge of his luxury kitchen knife. Within less than two wrist movements, Rizo had been decapitated; cotton pouring out of his exposed neck, and his small smooshed-body laying still as Michael took his shoe off of him, before leaning in to inspect his work. ' Holy shit, that's a helluva good, bloody knife! Heh, I think I know what I'll be offering to my future chef as a gift, for when I host a company Christmas party here, ' Michael thought half-sarcastically to himself; feeling considerably less cynical and angry, after having exterminated the fleece rat from his kitchen.
Having heard a strange series of noses coming from the dark kitchen in the next room over, the timid Beaker froze in terror, as he stood on stage with the rest of the "animatronics". "M… Meep, meep?" Beaker called out to Rize in a shaky voice; forcing himself to slowly look away from the vacuum with googly eyes and oven-mitts, as he tried to peer through the dark to see whether or not he could see anything rat-shaped within the shadows.
Although he was a coward at heart, Beaker couldn't bring himself to leave a friend who was in need behind. Taking in a deep breath to brazen his resolve, Beaker formed small-tiny fists by his side as he moved forward to take the first step toward investigating the kitchen— stopping only in his tracks on stage, the moment he heard the sound of a hushed voice whispering to him from behind, " Psst…! I have something to tell you…! "
Having been confident that he had been alone on stages seconds ago, Beaker was beginning to tremble even more as the fear of the unknown gripped him by the heart tighter than it already had been. "M… M-M-Meep…?" Beaker stuttered out nervously, before shrieking like a feral puppet the moment he was jump-scared by No. 1 Crate; the milk-carton with googly eyes and two, red foam-fingers getting in his face, and causing him to trip as he fell back.
Dazed after hitting the back of his head on the hardwood stage, Beaker had no time to fight off the junk-animatronics as they closed in on him. With Mr. Can Do holding his mouth shut with his four-by-four arms, Beaker was unable to call out for help as Bucket Bob and Pan Stan held his arms down. Pinned down by litters hunks of garbage, Beaker was flailing under their oppressive weight as No. 1 Create clumsily used their foam fingers to grab a hold of a sharp piece of rusty metal; using the makeshift scalpel to make a clumsy incision at the where the muppet's non-existent cock and balls were.
The last thing Beaker experienced while in agony was hearing Mr. Hugs' vacuuming coming to life, and the dying light within the muppet's plastic eyes fading, as Mr. Hugs menacingly rolled over to pull his cotton out through his crotch; the terrifying animatronic literally sucking him off to death.
Completely obvious that he was the last man standing of his group, the four-armed muppet with a Spanish accent figured that someone was doing some late-night cleaning, the moment he heard the hum of a vacuum from outside the male's restroom. "Otra vez! Who in the world even does that at midnight?!" Pepe the King Prawn asked with an exasperated voice; shaking his head, as he continued to flip through the pages of the pornographic magazine that he had found outside of the restrooms.
"Aw mang, if I had un gallo y dos pelotas to beat my meat to, now would have been the perfect time! Hehe- OH, MANG! SOMETHING JUST WENT UP MI CULUTA!!" Pepe screamed from the top of his lungs; tensing up and becoming paralyzed on the toilet, as the walls of the stall he was on shook as his arms involuntarily shot out. Gurgling and grunting in pain and pleasure, Pepe's entire body was violently shaking as he felt something sharp and meta cutting a slit through his fleece shrimp-ass; two small hands soon fitting inside, and spreading him open from within the toilet bowl itself.
"Nghhhh! H-Hey mang…! D-Dios Mio…!T-This feels a-strangely kind of gooooooood, uwaaahhh~!" Pepe moaned out in a gruff voice; his head whipping back with his jaw hung loose, as more-and-more of whatever was penetrating his body began to climb deeper, and deeper inside of him. Getting his cotton-insides rearranged more-and-more, the Spanish prawn's inner breedable sissy-femboy was becoming more and more prominent, as his belly began to expand, and expand while the stimulation he felt was starting to push him over the edge.
Had his infiltrated body not been paralyzed from the neck-down, Pepe's fully-penetrated body would have tensed up from pleasure, as white-hot cotton began to pour out from the exit-wound being carved through his belly from the inside-out. The muppet had finally reached his ecstasy as a white-plastic bear arm holding a pair of rusty makeshift shears ripped out of his stomach— Pepe's final words came out through a glorious climax. "Ambatu-KUUUUUUUU… UUUUU-uuuuuu-UUU-UUUU-uuuummmmm," Pepe croaked out; having his wish granted in death, before slumping over on the toilet as Helpy nonchalantly hopped out of the muppet's mutilated body.
Now that he had some privacy away from Michael, Helpy made sure to remain on his toes and inconspicuous as ripped the pornographic magazine out of Pepe's cold-dead prawn-fingers; leaving the stall with a snide grin across his purple muzzle, as he started to look through the content of the magazine— one page at a time.
(To be continued…)