It's Play Time!

Chapter 39

She heard the familiar creek of the door. Her friends were back. She grumbled in response to their return. She was growing impatient and she could see the others were too. Tonight was the night they'd attack.

They seemed to have brought someone new, though she didn't get a good look at him.

"How many more people are they bringing? They're just feeding us souls." She rolled her eyes.

She saw the lights flashing in distinct patterns and colors. It looked almost as if it was just another day in the pizzeria, except their were no children.

"They weren't this skilled working the controls the last time. What changed?" She wondered as she watched Bonnie and chica dancing in a series of movements.

They were going to break free soon. And she knew it.

"That man. He must be the one operating. He knows. I have to kill him." She thought and waited. Waited for the rest of them to break free.

Bonnie was the first. He must have spotted the man and recognized him. He started moving faster and faster. She could see it in his eyes. He wanted a release.

She finally got a decent look at the man as he approached the stage. She remembered a face like his.

Pale skin, covered in scars. Dead gray eyes, a crooked, sociopathic smile.

"Nervous little fella, aren't you?" He smiled, approaching the stage.

"He's mocking us. He's mocking our pain. I won't ever let him leave."

She suppressed her urges to jump off the stage and attack. That'd be too easy. Too predictable. She had to wait, or she wouldn't be able to get the job done.

"Hey, Lamar, can you turn it down a notch?" The tall girl called to what she assumed to be the brown boy.

Bonnie's arms began convulsing violently, his mouth open but stuttering, his eyes throwing their gaze in seemingly random directions. She smiled to herself.

"Come on, Jeremy. Any second now."

"Lamar! Something's wrong!"

Bonnie's foot jerked up with a sound like a gunshot, yanking free the bolt that anchored him to the stage.

"Lamar!" The red headed boy yelled. He got on the stage for some idiotic reason.

"What a fool. Does he have a death wish?" She glared at the teenage boy.

"Carlton, get down, you idiot!" Tall girl yelled to redhead boy.

Bonnie began thrashing and convulsing. Carlton scrambled out of the way, but Bonnie swung the guitar at him, knocking him in the chest.

She beamed with delight, as if she was a proud mother, who had just witnessed her son take his first steps.

He landed on his back as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He laid still, trying to fill his lungs up again.

"Lamar, turn it off!"

"I don't know how!"

Eventually, the rest of the group rushed into the party room to see what all the commotion was about.

At this point, all the animals were moving in the same, disturbing series of movements. The lights began to pulse, flickering on and off rapidly. The stage lights did the same, the colors appearing and disappearing so that the whole space was washed in bright gold, then a sickly green, then a bruised and vicious purple. They blinked like strobes, and the effect was nauseating. The speakers blared brief blurs of static, cutting in and out like the lights, and beneath the static was the same sound they heard the night before, the growling of a voice too low to be human, to indistinct to be speaking words.