The Tailor

The Turtle

He and Giraffe walked the dark, damp hallways. Turning and slowing to check their corners as they came.

"So.." No name stated. "Wheres that uniform from anyway?" Giraffe made that concerned face of his, with a side bent lip bite. Giraffe, again ignoring the question, asked him one.

"You have a name, no name?"

"Of course.." What kind of question was that? He didn't know what his own name may have been, but he was sure he had one.

"No one needs to hear it. Understand? Theres enough already going on. We usually go by what's on the bracelet. So yours works just fine by us."
Us. Who were us? And if us was even real, were they planning to do something worse to him?
Then, at the end of the next turn, there was a light at the end above a door.

From the white, almost gleaming light, No name saw the walls of this hall were different. No steel doors like before. Instead there were cells. Like that of a Jail.

"Hey!" He heard a voice call from the end of the hall. As he and the Giraffe walked closer, there stood a short man. Slightly bent over like he needed a cane.

"Are they good enough?" Giraffe asked the nervous looking, hunched man. The man brought from behind him a hollow  steel pipe. It was somewhat worn, with chips coming off, and its end, was as sharp as a spear.

"He said they'd kill 'em just fine."

"That's good enough." Giraffe took the pipe with a nod.

The bent man pointed toward no name. "That the sleeping asshole, 'room next to yours?"

"Yeah. Seems he finally woke up. No name, this is Turtle. Can't run for shit, but he's very good at finding what we need. Truthfully at least."
He looked at Turtle. His legs were small and slender. How'd he get around? And his neck was bent over along with his body. Probably from staring at the computer he saw the screen of behind him when he paced the room briefly. Turtle then came back with a longer pipe in hand.
"You ready?" he asked.

"Let's get this done." He glanced at no name, then pulled the door open. Nothing could've prepared the blank braceleted man for what he saw next.

A fat, flat mess, of arms and legs- or was it a bug? It definitely wasn't human. It oozed a red and clear slimy substance from is surface. He fell backwards, as it charged into the room, Turtle slammed the long steel pole down onto the creatures.. head?

It resembled the shape of a beetle. Only now he could see it closer. It's six legs were human. Along with its incisors, which appeared to be sharp rows of Bone. Its small crumpled arms hung in front of it, with eyes that looked scared at the top of the whole gory mess.
Giraffe then placed on foot atop its still squealing and twitching body, and rammed the poles spear straight down into it with a heavy Squish as its blood sprayed the ceiling.

As the situation calmed, No name straggled to his feet. "Holy hell.."
"That, was an ant." Stated Giraffe, wiping his pipe against the wall.
"No ant I've ever seen!"
Giraffe headed toward Turtle and took the yellow and black walkie talkie Turtle was handing. "Let us know when you can cut off the vents."
"Will do." said Turtle Handing him another pipe. He then began picking up his laptop, shouldering a big, brown stitched backpack filled to the brim with pieces of pipes and other things. He then noticed the bracelet. "He's a blank..." Turtle said, eyeing Giraffe. Giraffe then made an 'Ah' sound, which could've most likely been a 'Well..' had he forced his words more. "Good to have you, Blank." Turtle said, then walked straight into a hole on the opposing wall.

"C'mon. A lot's happened without you."
No name looked at his pipe, somewhat in mis-belief. Then walked down the lit hallway with Giraffe. Hm. Blank...