Child's Play

Part 1

Brady awoke to the pitter-patter of the rain. His head seemed to beat with pain. He sat up and brushed his fingers through the wet, brown mess of hair that he had. His heads brushed over something warm and sticky causing a sharp pain to sear throughout his skull. Looking around, he saw that he was on the deck of their ship. It had crashed into an island that definitely wasn't made of candy. "It wasn't a dream." He spoke in disbelief. With the mix of pain and the constant sound of rain slapping at the boat, he was getting a killer headache. "Hello?" He called out into the cool night. "Is anyone still here?" Brady was standing now. His knees were wobbly, but the deck's side rail provided good support. He made a sloppy 180 degree turn, almost slipping in his own blood. Everything was dented or bent. Cracked or broke. No one could be seen. He felt his stomach churn and a lump grow in his throat. Holding the rail with a white-knuckled grip, Brady heaved over the lunch they had eaten on their journey. Wiping his face with his sleeve, he noticed something floating around in the water besides his dispersed lunch. The waves lapped at the side of the wreck. With each continuous flow, a figure would thump against the broken hull.

Brady squinted in an effort to see what it was. After the next wave, the question changed to, 'who it was.' A fellow friend lay distorted in the icy ocean. Their pale face seemed to glow under the water's surface. Brady's mouth went wide with terror. He couldn't take his eyes off of the deceased friend. That was until his eyes adjusted. With the help of a less dense cloud guarding the moon, many bodies were visible floating around. Brady let go of the rail to cover his mouth. In the effort to free balance himself, he slipped and slid down the angled deck. Tearing at the boards for a grip, he slid farther down. With no luck, he flew off the side of the deck and onto the wet grass. "Agh!" He exclaimed in even more pain.

"Who's there?!" A voice called from somewhere in the ship. Brady tried standing up, his ankle swelled. "Hello?" The voice pierced the rain.
"It's... It's Brady!" He called out with what energy he had left. A taller figure emerged from the dark. Wiping the rain with his sleeve, Brady made out the figure. "Aaron!" His face brightened with little joy.
"Brady! Thank gosh, I can't find anyone else that's.... Well, alive." He looked to the ground. Brady gulped and looked back to the ship. "Hey, I found these little ear things, there's this guy telling me stuff. I have an extra for you." Aaron handed him a small Bluetooth looking ear plug. As he inserted it into his ear, a voice spoke.
"What a strange, mysterious island." The male voice said. "And what's this, the shore is riddled with little friend sized footprints. I guess the tide brought them to land. How utterly convenient." Brady looked to Aaron, confused on how he knew that. Aaron just shook his head. "But where have they gotten to? Who knows? I don't. Do you? I don't. Do you? I-" As the man continued his rant of asking if they knew, Aaron noticed the silhouette of a large building. A cloud drifted to the side and the moon shone at the entrance. Aaron pointed to it and the duo made their way towards it. "Do- WELCOME, to Battle Block Theatre!" As they drew closer, he continued. "Go inside! The.. The door. When you- anytime." Cautiously, they entered the run down building.

There was an old red carpet on the floor that had been chewed up and was now frayed and rotted. The air was musty and kind of made it hard to breath. The wall was occupied with broken lamps. The place looked like it was made to impress. Small pillars with guiding rope were knocked over and lay on the floor. Moldy newspapers crinkled under their feet. Brady bent over and picked the only readable one up. "Terrible Tragedy At Battle Block Theatre" he read. The rest of the page was burnt.
"Maybe our friends came in here to take shelter from the rain. That's smart." The unknown man suggested.
They continued walking until they came to a stair case. There had been doors on the side walls, but boards rendered them unopenable. They escalated the stairs, Brady groaning at his ankle. "But geez, what a gloomy place. Ever heard of spring cleaning?"

Reaching the top, the two frightened pals adventured down a main hall. Out of the corner of his eye, Brady saw a shadow or figure move across the floor downstairs. He whirled around and stared. "What?" Aaron whispered. Brady stayed silent.
"I thought I saw something. Could've been like a rat." The interior of the building looked like it would've been a place to impress. For it was a theatre, or so the stranger in there ear thought. At the end of the hall, it turned left into a smaller, back hall. The creeped slowly around the corner. Bumping into a desk, Aaron gasped. That's when they notice the commotion down the hall.

Brady jumped behind the desk and pulled Aaron behind him. A flickering lamp revealed that two orange and large looking people in security guard outfits were holding Hatty. "Oh happy day, it's Hatty! And look, he's made some wonderful new friends!" The man referred to the security guards. The one not holding their friend, pulled out a strange top hat from a bag on his side. "Ooh, and they got him a present. How thoughtful." Hatty struggled as the man forced the hat onto his head. "Hey, wait a second. I don't think that was a present." With the hat atop him, he froze. Suddenly he started shaking violently. Blue lines appeared from his eyes to his chin. The guard let go of Hatty and he floated into the air. Aaron and Brady were astonished as they watched from around the corner. "Ahh, those guys aren't wonderful new friends, are they?" Hatty grabbed his head and curled into a ball. Still floating, he opened and threw his arms and legs outward. A weird Crimson color glowed around him. "Just stay hidden and keep quiet, they haven't seen you yet." Aaron leaned forward and kicked Brady's ankle.
"Agh." He gasped but quickly covered his mouth. The two big men turned around and looked down the hall. They weren't men, they were cats! Cat guards! The cats faces tightened as they saw the two intruders poking from behind the desk.
"Oh no, they see you! Clench your butt, this isn't gonna be good!" Hatty pulled his arms back and thrust them forward at the desk. A stream of thick Crimson glow shot at the desk blowing it to shreds. "AHHHHHH!" The man in the earplug screamed. Brady and Aaron opened their eyes to find they were surrounded by the two enormous cat guards. Earphone guy was still screaming. One cat grabbed Brady while the other held onto Aaron and opened his mouth as if to eat him. The two friends were thrown at each other knocking heads. With earphone guy finally done screaming, the last thing they heard before they blacked out; "Yep! That wasn't good."