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False Smile

By PeachesSparklepants

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False Smile

There I lay, curled up inside the giant present box listening to the steady tune of the other smaller box's music. I didn't know why it calmed me down so much, but I didn't exactly care. All I cared about was that kept me happy. Well not actually happy, just relaxed. I was never really happy anymore.

There never really was a whole lot to do in the prize corner but sit around in my box. Well, once in a while I'd poke my head out of the box to see if anyone else is in the room. Speaking of that- I poked my head out just enough to see, and nope. I was still alone in here. I sighed and went back down. This night seemed to be taking forever!

Click! The music stopped, and I began to rise from my box. The only thing that could possibly pacify me was no longer present. By thing, I mean the music. That meant it was time. Time for me to go on another rampage. I climbed out of the box and stumbled onto the floor, due to my body lacking feet. I clenched my three-fingered fists, and soon I began to levitate off the floor. It wasn't long before I was upright, just inches off the ground. I floated out of the room, and the music box began to play Pop! Goes the Weasel.

As I traversed the building, I could see my reflection on the floor. I looked down at it, and started at the mask that was my face. I hated it. Why? The large, gaping smile. I hated that smile. It hid my true feelings. Anger. Sadness. Frustration. And yet I smile. I can't stop smiling. That false smile sits there and mocks me in my reflection. And then there's the marks of my tears, colored purple just like that man who killed me.

As I passed through, the others immediately got out of my way, since they knew better than to be in my path when I'm like this. I was almost there. When I got there, I would kill the guard. Murdering them helps with my anger. But afterwards, I have only a little bit of guilt for it.

There I was, in the hallway in front of the office. The guard turned on the flashlight, and I quickly moved aside so he wouldn't see me. When he turned it back off, I went back to the middle of the hall. I reared back then launched myself through the doorway, my arms outstretched letting out a scream.

The guard jumped out of the way, picked up the flashlight, and actually began to hit me with it yelling curse words from fright. I grabbed it then flung it across the room, it breaking upon impact wih the wall. The guard reached for the swivel chair, but I grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up. Though my arms and fingers were skinny, I lifted him with great ease. I put my other hand on his throat and started shaking him back and forth. I was about to snap his neck, but the bells signifying the end of his shift rang through the building first. I sighed and dropped him on the floor. "You win… this time."

I levitated out of there and back to my box, and sat down in it. His shift ended, and now it was time for MY shift to start. All I really did was give out prizes to a bunch of bratty little kids that punch and kick me if I don't give them the prize they wanted. I heard the doors of the place unlock, and the noise of kids running into the building. "Time for another day of Hell…"

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