purple, as he has taken to calling himself, glares up at the machinery. it glares back.




purple tears off a screen. behind is a mess of wires and metal plating. this is vague because i don't know how destroying big machine works really. i'm just writing whatever. he starts pulling wires and snapping whatever he can in two. he isn't thinking about what he's doing. and he can't see well enough to discern what he is breaking. but he is breaking something, and that is all he cares about. he can't hear anything but the blood rushing in his ears.

"hello."

he knows that voice well, despite having heard it only a handful of times. it has ingrained itself in his mind. a voice that makes his blood boil. a voice that makes his body go cold.

his hands have started to shake. his mind is screaming. he's not sure what noise he is making, himself. but he can't speak. can't move. can't look at the figure standing just away from him.

smiler continues to speak. i could write dialogue here but i kind of hate to. his voice is steady. no clear emotion coming through.

purple hears footsteps. the metal platform supporting them creaks as the other man approaches him. purple can see him out of the corner of his eye. he is on his left. just out of arms reach. purple is gripping onto a wire he had just ripped out with shaking hands. useless. surrounded by broken machinery. there is something solid. just next to him.

"i don't think you should be doing that."

purple stands suddenly. angry. blind. hands having found a decent length of metal.. something. solid. heavy but light enough to lift. he swings it to his left. 

CRACK!

as metal meets person. smiler staggers sideways. he does not scream. he is still standing, but he is half turned away from purple. everything stops for a moment. smilers arms hang loose. purple is staring. hands still gripped onto the piece of metal he had swung at smiler. purple is nearly gasping for air now. still angry.

slowly.. smilers hands come up to his face. he presses his hand against the side of his head. it comes away red, illuminated by the light. stark against white skin. smiler turns his head towards purple. slow still. 

he is smiling. 

there is a large gash on the side of smilers head. he can see it now. purple had only just grazed him, but the wound is quickly oozing blood. it drips down his face. catching on his shattered goggle lens. blood begins to splatter on the metal floor.

smiler starts to laugh. 

a sudden bark of laughter. it doesn't stop. it builds and fills the large room. it is near maniacal in tone.

the metal strip that purple had been holding falls out of his grip. falls onto the floor with a loud clatter. it does nothing to drown out the laughter. the sound is nauseating. purple covers his ears but he can still hear it. his whole body is shaking. his face is wet.

the laughter slows. after a very long time. or what feels like it. 

"ah.. i've had enough of this."

smilers face shifts. expression flat. he grabs the walkie-talkie hanging from his belt. 

"get him."

it happens at once. all overhead lights come on. coating the room in a harsh light. there are a lot of people there, now. people high in the rafters, on the scaffolding, scattered across the ground floor. security. purples brain catches up with the happening a moment too late. he is grabbed. he struggles, shouts. it doesn't help.

anyone who hadn't grabbed purple has their attention on smiler. who is still bleeding. a lot. he mutters something and starts to walk away, people follow after him.

purple lets himself be taken away. away from the marmalizer. out of x-sector. into the ministry. he has no real idea how much damage he had caused in the end. maybe enough to set them back a few months. a year? not enough to stop it.

the hallways are empty. bright. much brighter than x-sectors dim, dark hallways. the ministry is all flourescent lights, white walls, yellow pipes. it is quiet. purple closes his eyes. resigned to his fate. the walk is long. no one says anything.




on the other side of the ministry. smiler makes his way towards the ministrys medical sector. blood trails after him. it is a long way, but he walks fast. his hand 
is pressed against the wound. employees follow, sharing glances, eyeing smiler nervously. no one says anything.

smiler makes it to the medical sector. only a handful of doctors are awake at this time, making light conversation. the mood shifts as smiler enters, still silent.
everyone is alert now. smiler is whisked away for treatment with only a handful of words exchanged. anyone left behind returns to their dormitories, or whatever
they had been stationed to before, quiet. a silent understanding. thoughts lingering on the events of the night. wondering.

the ministry is silent.