Random-Assness: Solitary with Kyno 72 hours
Random-Assness: Solitary with Kyno 72 Hours
Kyno: *watches as the guard walks out, leaving behind a tray* You know what, if I do recall correctly when he brought me here, I was promised I would never have to be in an empty white room again. He lied to us. I understand what you’re saying Bonney, honest, I do. But he is the only one who brought me out. Even mother and father didn’t want me. *walks towards tray* Oh look, he trusts me enough to give me plasticware. *looks to ceiling holding a plastic knife* You shouldn’t trust a crazy with anything sharp.
Kyno: *lying in the corner*
Guard: *sets down new tray and takes the old one*
Kyno: *looks up, sniffing the air* Grilled cheese? Soph, is it grilled cheese? Really? How sweet of them, to give me my favorite food. *nibbles on sandwich* You’re really bad at this Producer. I’ve been a bad girl. You shouldn’t give me things that I like. *continues to nibble on sandwich, slight eye twitch* This isn’t all that bad. Do you know that? Give my compliments to the chief.
Kyno: *sitting in the middle of the room* La la la la la sing a happy song. La la la la la la smurf the whole that long. Oh this is simply smurfy. *giggles* I smurfing love this place! Kind of boring though. I could decorate it.
Guard: *switches the trays and quickly leaves*
Kyno: *crawls on all fours in a skittering movement, sniffs bowl* Oatmeal?!?!?!?! I smurfing hate smurfing smurfmeal! *picks up bowl and throws it against the wall. Bowl breaks into an array of broken pieces, oatmeal slowly sliding down the wall* DON’T EVER FEED ME OATMEAL! I SMURFING HATE THAT SMURF SHITZA! *growls and picks up the shards and begins to scratch obscene symbols and words on the wall*
Kyno: *rocking back and forth muttering to self*
Outside Producer’s Office
Security: *watching the screen* is it ok to send anyone in with food for her? She seems kind of…..
Producer: It’ll be fine. Trust me.
Security: *shrugs and turns back to screen* *screen goes black*
Guard: *opens door slowly, door creaks*
Kyno: *looks up and growls low in her throat*
Guard: *freaks out and attempts to leave; is unable to*
Back in Producer’s Office
Security: *screen comes back on, revealing Kyno hunched over the dead guards body, giggling* B-b-boss!
Producer: Yes? *looks up from paperwork*
Security: Come look at this.
Producer: *stands up, walks over and glances at screen* *face pales* No one goes in that room. Do you hear me? *pushes a button*
Kyno: I warned you. I freed you. Aren’t you happy? *tilts head* Oh noes, I couldn’t do that. That isn’t very nice. Really? It is?! Why didn’t you say so? *giggles and claps bloody hands* That was funny! Really really funny! *looks at the guards body and frowns* Come on! Smile! *forces the guards mouth upwards and lets go* SMILE! SMILE DAMNIT! WHY WONT YOU SMILE?! *skitters over to the pile of shards and skitters back to the guards body*
Forty-Eight Hours In (12 A.M)
Kyno: *laughing, face and arms covered in numerous cuts; the dead guards face has cuts from his mouth to his ears in a permanent smile* Isn’t it pretty? Oh so pretty. *lays hands in the guards open stomach, pulls hands out and begins to bang on the wall. Adding more bloody hand prints*I made it pretty! Isn’t it pretty? I do like the color red. I likes it a lot. *giggles and begins to rock back and forth*
Seventy-One Hours and Fifty-five minutes In
Kyno: *rocking back and forth crying* Why Mama?! Why?! I’m sorry Mama! I didn’t mean to! Can you forgive me Mama? Please Mama! Forgive me! I’ll be a good girl Mama! I promise!
*Confinement door unlocks and slowly opens*
Producer: *walks in holding a tissue over nose* God it stinks in here.
Security: *looks at the guards decomposing body* Oh God, Steve. *pukes*
Kyno: *cowers in corner, perks up and runs out*
Security: Shouldn’t you have stopped her?
Producer: No, get this mess cleaned up. *casts one last glance around the padded room and the mess, shakes head and leaves* What have I gotten myself into?
Moral: Never lock Kyno in a pure white padded room. Ever, bad things will happen.
