The bobbies were seen as the happy police who kept the street clean of downers. Of course, they were still real people under the masks. Some even took theirs off illegally just to take in some moments, only to be brutally beaten for breaking the law. The bobbies were not excused for law breaking they did. Joy was still mandatory as well as wearing your happy mask. The constables still had to be one with the fucked up society of Wellington Wells.
Granted. There were always the constables who held secret gatherings to fuck the law. Some would go into the hatches or even into the garden district just to take their masks off and exist as they once had. That and smiling nonstop could really make your muscles cramp up, and nobody wants that. But there were a slim few who were permanently assigned in the garden district. The constables who were off their joy from bad batches. But the wastrels accepted the bobbies, as long as they followed the rules and kept them all safe. The garden district was a mess but they were at least surviving. After all, they were once in the batshit walls, of Wellington Wells.
(201 words. Honestly have no idea what i just wrote other then rambling xD)
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