Out of Service

Roundhouse The Bucket

"Oh, I didn't see you there, what's that? You're ready for another batch? WELL RIGHT ON, hop on this morning's "Breakfast with Nico Caballero"

"I'm your fine host, Nico Caballero, and this time... we're gonna make some toast"

The camera pans further back. While rubbing his hands, the host talks under his breath. he leans over the counter and with a tightened chest says.

"Alright, lets get us some breaa-"

.

His eyes rolled up white, and we now see a completely different place. A dark hallway lit yellow by a lamp covered by metal wires, its two tone walls lined with brown pipes tangled over each other.

The hallway is filled by tight hisses from the pipes and the shouts of two guys, hunkered over a frail little boy, who was none other than the host of the cooking show, his body was laid flat on the ground, with a pool of blood under his spine.

"SCISSORS KENNY! GIVE ME SCISSORS"

Said calmly by the big guy with a crew cut. like everyone in that hallway, he had green coveralls. Tucked under the straps of the gear he's carrying, was a patch, inscribed with the name 'Baxter'. also like everyone else in that hallway, his coveralls were aesthetically splattered with blood.

Another guy, he had limbs longer than a broomstick. His ghoulish features is partially covered by his messed up mullet. he was sweating like hell. his slippery hands were rummaging through layers of porn mags in a faded red duffel bag. His folded arm-sleeves reveal a tattoo with the words "Fuck With Kenny, Kenny Fuck You", yeah, this guy is Kenny.

"I GOT IT BAX! I GOT IT"

"WELL QUIT JERKIN OFF AND GIVE IT TO ME"

Kenny crouches over to Baxter with his hand stretched out, Baxter grabs the rusty pair of scissor off Kenny's hand.

"...add b-bb-butter for the t-toes.."

"Stay with me Kid, don't you give up on me alright"

Baxter whispered, as he cuts open Nico's blood stained T-shirt. Exposing a hole right under the chest, blood flowing out of it, real fast.

"Oh man, this is bad.. he's pumping out that blood like fuck, KENNY CALL 911"

"But they ain't gonna be here on time Bax"

"I KNOW! Just do it man"

Kenny pulls out an ancient piece of technology known as a cellphone. And proceeds to juggle it around his arms as he struggles to actually get a hold of it. Until he finally did, and left patches of blood on the buttons; 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 What's your emergency"
"uhh.. so my buddy here-"

Baxter takes the phone off Kenny's left ear.

"I got a wounded here, Open Chest Wound, I need precise instructions on first aid"

"how to treat an Open Chest wound.."

Said the operator as they typed out the exact words on a web browser, Baxter and Kenny stared at each other as they nervously wait for an answer.