P.I.E. Operation: PARASITIC

XLI: Slicer & Dicer

Jimmy Casket held Johnny Ghost in one hand by the hooded part of his jacket. In the other painfully bloodied, bullet punctured hand, was Sally Waffles.

Jimmy looked at both straight but separately, back and forth between the both of them. He cast an eerily empowered mood on their powerlessness.

His eyes were wide as his stretching smile that grinned from ear to ear. "You've b-brought me to my limits! I think you're both go-good to go for an experiment in the science lab."

Johnny and Sally exchanged glances of fear and confusion.

Jimmy saw this. "You and I are the l-last people you will see before I personally wipe your heads of-off your necks." He giggled madly but quietly.

It wasn't very long before Jimmy stopped before a bloodstained door midway through the hall. There was a rusty metal plate above the handle that read Chemistry/Earth Science. He explained briefly. "This is w-where we dissect live animals like y-you two filthy pigs. In Chemistry, we cre-create various poisons."

Sally twitched at the animal part. She kept her mouth shut.

"What is the point of this school? Who funded this place?" Ghost narrowed his eyebrows. He was attempting to buy time by making conversation.

Jimmy slowly turned his head robotically towards Johnny. "Good questions, indeed." He never answered, but turned back quickly.

Well, that was fast. Ghost tried to think of something else."Well... Do you... have any rules here?"

Casket's hand was hovering over the doorknob, leading him into a position where he was unintentionally hugging Sally.

The Acachalla was shivering; Jimmy's whole being was so cold, as if he were dead.

Maybe it was just his attitude.

Jimmy was becoming frustrated, as impatient as he was. It had been a few days too many since he had caused a real death.

He rolled his eyes. Sarcastically, he said "I'll only say one, s-since you seem so interested and aren't just trying to stall."

Sally quietly interrupted. "Why would you even bother to answer?"

He turned to Sally. "Why do y-you people ask so many un-unecessary questions?" He turned back, slowly turning the doorknob. It squeaked with the movement as he talked.

"Anyway, it is n-not permitted to let a human into the school without killing them. " Before he pushed open the door, he stared Johnny down with a malevolent smile. "It is only o-our school policy, of course."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Sally said more loudly.

"It does to the Creepypasta. I'm not o-officially one myself, but I'm a teacher to them nonetheless. Moving on!"

He pushed the door with an open palm and it fell off its weak hinges. The wood splintered as it hit the ground, making a bone-crackling sound.

"Don't you have to pay for that?" Johnny asked a bit nervously.

"And now we're where our friends can easily find us." Sally said.

Jimmy gave a fake smile without looking at either of them. "Shut up."

The room was trashed. It seemed like it hadn't been touched in years, or perhaps it was just an earthquake mess that nobody cleaned up.

This must have been the Earth Science part of the lab.

Dull knives were hanging from rotting rope in the ceiling. Some had fallen on the floor and left a frayed string sticking out of the roof. Different sharp tools of all shapes and sizes from butter knives to chainsaws were spread about student desks, but of course with many that had fallen to the floor.

There also seemed to be strange looking torture machines. The one that stood out was a twisted metallic slab covered in sharp edges pointing outwards like a hedgehog's quills. It hung loosely over an old table with leather straps that were most likely for holding victims down.

The entire area smelled of rotting corpses.

The other section of the room was no more cheerful as the first. Despite the colorful dust covered liquids floating around in beakers, they were (as Jimmy had said) certainly made for death and destruction. There was fizz frozen in time, still pouring out of a test tube that had not been used for a while. The greenish liquid fizz had hardened over time into a bubbly, dusty mess. A different strange machine with the same mechanic of 'strap the victim on a table' had a funnel look to it. The funnel, with it's grippers to keep the test monkey's mouth open, would be filled with one of the students' creations and be forcefully fed to the poor thing.

"Now, then..." Jimmy did not let go of his hostages. "Which main machine do you p-prefer out of th-the Fun-nel and the Slicer?" He paused for a moment in thought. "No, in f-fact, I'll let you decide another way." He grinned at Johnny. "Pick one or two."

It was a gamble. "...Two." His voice cracked.

"Slicer it is!" Jimmy said happily. "G-Good for you, I preferred it."

As they neared the big torture device, Sally screamed in somewhat of a singsong way, and held out the last syllable. "Light Zeron!"

The sound shook the fragile room and echoed far, although from upstairs sounded very muffled.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Hey, did you hear that?" Billy Acachalla asked Light Zeron.

Light was covering an ear. He held a doorknob in his other hand. "Um, yeah. That was really loud!"

Billy staggered a bit on his feet when he came closer to the door. "Not really. It was actually kind of quiet." He put his palm up to his chin, partially covering his mouth. "Could you tell what it was?"

Light's statement sounded more like a question. "My theme song!"

"Theme song...?" Billy wondered. Why a theme song? "Are you sure? That doesn't really make any sense."

Zeron was excited in a bad way. "I can hear it from a mile away. That was definitely it! I don't really understand it myself, but I think either Johnny or your sister is trying to get our attention. We must go back down and find them!"

"What about--!" Before Billy could stop him, Light had grabbed his wrist and was basically dragging him across the floor to the stairs.