Not So Sweet Candyland

XLVII: Pocky Factories

Where is the most depressing place in Candyland? You might ask.

A place where the sky is grey and the people are sleep deprived, all because the world turned against them. Sacrificing years of their life for the bare minimum. In a society where money doesn't exist, how could they be suffering? The answer is: the caste system.

Chase and Berry opened the gates into the entrance of the factories. The overall mood of the factories made Candyland seem like a crackhead's fantasy.

Dressed in their business causal, the second that they came in, they noticed how different everybody was. Licorice City was a different kind of depressing compared to this.

On the streets, there was a woman who was shivering that had only a blanket, she looked at Chase and Berry and mouthed "help me". Berry just shrugged and looked the other way.

"Why is this place so depressing?" Chase looked around.

"This is the place that makes about 98% of everything here. The people here are possibly some of the most mistreated. And you're probably wondering: they should be loaded, why aren't they? And the truth is, they never get attention from the king when they need it the most."

"What do they say about this place? Or, what is the stereotype here?"

Berry was holding some foreign object in her hand and she twirled it around.

"People assume that the people of Pocky Factories are total workaholics. Slaving their days and hours to make goods for the good of Candyland. They are selfless and truly amazing people. When they say that they despise the king, they will tell you the truth. They are like me, only they have jobs and they are the most depressed in Candyland. Look around you, and see."

The area called Pocky Factories had smoke from the clouds, the buildings were clearly worn down and the factories were at the end of the area. For now, it was all just slum like buildings. People were on the streets, cold and hungry.

"How could a place get like this? Why are the people homeless? Don't they have houses?"

"The king has a rule, if it's not destroyed, then don't bother fixing it. The houses have no air conditioning, no running water, broken pipes, the house could be sinking, and who knows what?"

They kept on going through the town and Chase kept on wondering around while Berry was just looking straight.

People were on the streets, crying and begging for food. They were cold, and lonely.

There was a scream before a sound of a chainsaw. That's when Berry looked around.

"It's nothing, don't look back. I don't care, just don't fucking look back."

She squeezed Chase's hand.

"I'm only trying to protect you from getting killed."

"What was that noise?"

"Somebody didn't do their job correctly."

"Where are you even taking me? Let go of my hand!"

He slapped her hand away and started to get panicky.

"Please don't tell me that you're going to kill me!"

"I'm not. You're just really paranoid."

She rolled her eyes and kept walking.

They walked for about half a mile over slums and even over a dying person. These people that were cold and hungry and lonely soon turned into people who lived a life a little bit better than the first. They had suitcases, MAMBA PHONES, and suits and ties. Always in a rush, it seemed.

"Get out of my way!" A man in a suit shoved the two of them out of the way. "No, not you Jeffery, it were just these two kids."

The smoke started to build up more and more, and soon, they were at a large set of doors that were hard and cold just like metal, but it wasn't. Berry put her ear on the door. The doors were so think that all you could hear was the sound of total silence.

That's when Berry nodded at Chase and the two of them opened the doors and the sound of metal clenching against a rubbery surface started to form. It started slow and quiet, but then, it turned into a faster and a much more cacophonous sound, Berry had to hold her ears to stop the sound from forming.

In front of them was a tall, dark, and hollow building where smoke was coming out from the roof. Chase got so nervous and looked around quickly.

"Berry, what are you making us do?"

"Shhh, you're going to get us caught!"

Berry took the lead and went in first, she was extra careful to not make any noises and just keep on going.

The room was dark as Chase and Berry stepped in. Conditions of the factory they were in were absolutely terrible, they were freezing and their faces looked as if they were depressed and sleep deprived. Men, Women, children, all of them were depressed.

"Hey! What are you two doing in a private property? Get out!"

Berry just smirked and laughed.

"And why exactly?"

"You have some nerve, little girl."

"And you're just a pervert old man that lives in a shithole. Come on, Alfred, I know you like the back of my hand."

"First off, I'm 39 years old and second, how the hell do you know my name?"

"I know everybody here! Everybody from Dylan working the crack to Jelly trying not to slice her fingers off."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Fight me, I dare you."

"No, Berry, don't."

"Why not, Chase? I can take a hit. Watch."

Berry jumped on the belt that went through a machine. Alfred followed shortly. Soon, they were fighting on a conveyer belt and Berry pulled Alfred's head.

"Let go of me!"

They went through belt after belt, through slicers and shrinkers.

Until the fire pit, Berry was at a loss, that's when she grabbed a pocket knife and jabbed him in his chubby stomach, taking the rest of him, she threw him into the fire pit where there were screams of agony. Berry jumped off of the conveyer belt and rang the bell.

Everybody cheered. Their suffering has finally ended.