Have You Seen My Stapler?
By: Michael T. Flanders
The beast waited in the darkness, sending
frigid splinters up Howard’s spine. It’d been lurking there for hours,
watching, waiting, keeping him pinned in the corner; the only remaining refuge
of light in the room. Often he’d find himself in absolute silence, and he
remained hopeful that the creature had sunk back into the obsidian pool it
resonated from. To his dismay, however, it would remind him of its presence
just as soon as he’d muster the courage to attempt flight. A low growl, the
sound of its heavy breathing, an occasional clank
of some unknown office equipment hitting the floor; the monster was toying with him. It wanted him to run
into the darkness, but he wouldn’t give it the satisfaction, not as long as the
red emergency bulb above him held true.
A sliver of light pierced the dark blanket
before him as the door to his office crept open. Joe, the newest intern, popped
his head in. “Hey Howard, Legal wants to know if you have those- Argh! Waa!
Ugg! No!” The man tried to scream even after his throat was ripped out, letting
loose a wet squeak before the beast finally ended him with a loud crunch. Howard didn’t know him that
well, but even through his fear he couldn’t help to think that was one hell of
a way to end an internship.
The beast worked on Joe’s corpse, filling
the hushed office with noises of gore and terror as skin was stripped from
muscle, then muscle from bone. It would toss scraps into the light, small
chunks of intern splattering around Howard’s huddled person. Rips and tears
grew more frantic, the creature becoming enthralled with its meal, until
finally an inhumane shriek bounced off the cheap drywall and a grotesque pop caused Howard to flinch in disgust. Something’s been pulled off, he thought.
A flurry of movement came from the darkness, cementing Howard’s despair as
Joe’s severed head land squarely in his lap. The office manager couldn’t
contain his fright and screamed. It wasn’t planned, he didn’t think someone
would come in and save him, but he couldn’t stop. He sat in his beacon of
salvation, speckled in blood, screaming to no end. It wasn’t until moments later that an amused
snarl quieted his impulse to jump from his own skin.
“Howard, don’t you know interoffice
relationships are frowned upon,” hissed the creature. “Especially when it’s,
what’s the slang term, ‘getting head’?”
Howard’s dentures bounced atop the few
remaining teeth he had left, a falsified chattering being his only answer to
the monster’s pun. He looked to the dismembered remains of Joe in his lap and
found only flashes of himself instead. Patchy, aged hair, wrinkles upon
wrinkles, a grey tinge to his faded pink tone; there was no hint Joe even
existed here, it was only a mirror of what was to come. His heart began to
flutter with panic and he started to scream once more, but this time with the
purpose of drawing attention. Countless people may die coming to his rescue,
yet he didn’t care, he wanted out of this nightmare… at any cost.
“Oh would you shut up,” shouted the beast
in the darkness as it shot a tentacle towards the office manager. “You’re
giving me a headache!” A quick slash marked Howard’s cheek, but that was all.
The tentacle retreated into its black solace before doing more harm, but
appeared to be damaged as the light touched its…scales. Were those scales? His gag reflex kicked in, propelled by the idea
of the creature’s sharp, slimy touch and the smell of its light-inflicted wound.
He choked down gratuitous amounts of bile, attempting to keep his breakfast burrito
from escaping its forced residence in his stomach. It was almost a success too,
until Joe’s stump proceeded to bleed out in his lap. The vomit came vigorously
onto the severed head, draining Howard’s insides of anything relating to
sustenance, and it continued well into his body becoming empty, transforming
into a violent dry-heave.
The beast’s amused snarl rang out again,
refusing the idea of giving him even a moment of a reprieve in this corner
office of Hell. His torment was its entertainment, and the thing showed no
signs of mercy being built into its system. Snarl after snarl turned into
laughter followed by more laughter, the creature somehow transforming its tone
from beastly to human. What Howard could only image as wet slops hit the floor
with a slick whistle, sliding across cheap tile into overturned furniture. A
moment or so passed and a light suddenly flicked on in the distance. Just as
soon as it was born life, however, it soon perished at the push of a button.
This happened for awhile, a red-coated fingernail playing with the switch of a
desk lamp near where Howard’s desk rested. Finally the light went off, followed
by footsteps heading towards the door.
“Now what did we learn, Howard?” a sultry
female voice asked.
Bits of regurgitated egg clung to Howard’s
lips and chin, remnants of food he’d eaten earlier in the morning. “Not to take
your coffee mug without asking.” A click
sounded and the room was instantly filled with fluorescent relief.
“Good boy.” said the woman, a nude blonde
of heavenly features, save for the black-tinted ooze that appeared to trail
from her shoulders all the way to a monstrous husk in the middle of the room.
“Now clean up and get back to work, I think Legal needs you for something.” She
opened the door and walked out, exiting without so much as to acknowledge the
apocalypse that was Howard’s office. Glass was scattered over miscellaneous
papers and broken machinery, fixtures in the ceiling dangled from vicarious
wires, flayed remains of Joe painted the colorless drywall. Howard drunk in the
sight and responded with a delay, “Right away, Lilith.”
He really hated Mondays at Morning Star
Industries.
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