It was a dingy place that found its odor in a spot between molten iron and plastic lava. The ground was punctuated by systematic crevices, each leading to an endless abyss beneath. This had everything that went on to make the perfect hell, no wonder it was in fact one. Well almost. It was the lobby, from where the deceased got demarcated, before being taken to hell ahead or heaven above.
Amidst the chaos, there walked in this guy to bulge the sea of heads by one person. He seemed wet, from head to toe like someone had gargled him out. The small, but prominent marking on his rear end caught the attention of another individual— with a sharp cut that ran across his entire body —who bore a similar marking. Glances were exchanged amongst them, before he gesticulated to the new guy- “Skip the queue, come here.”
If the hell’s lobby was a morbid cake, this motley bunch of broken individuals was the icing on top. They displayed between them every anatomical casualty fathomable- some were headless; some deaf; some had deep cracks running across their solar plexis and the recent addition seemed to be stewed in dampness. Different from each other, they were unique works of art in carnage. But these two, though born to different parents, were there because of a single destructive individual, who’s initials got them together- AT.
“I was his first…err…first this month. He seemed pretty nice in the beginning. And just when I was starting to feel special, his butter fingers took over.”
“Yeah, the butter fingers!“, the wet guy coughed in unison.
“He constantly keeps dropping us, like a bad habit. And should his homicidal streak continue at this rate, soon there will be a colony here, named after him.”
“Anyways, where was I?”
“Haa…butter fingers. I’d unlike many other misfortunate brothers of mine managed to come unscathed through every onslaught, till his trouser zip screwed with me.”
“Yup. you’ve seen freak deaths doled out in final destination movies right, mine was like that, just a tad miniscular in scale and vision.”
“We were at work, a few minutes from his presentation when he decided to take a leak. All was hunky dory, till then. I was already starting to feel like the last survivor in those serial killer movies, when he took me in his mouth, like a dog holding a bone, while he continued emptying his bladder. In a fatal flip of a second, he zipped along his “little guy” with his trouser and ouch…his teeth pierced through my upper body. And like that I was rendered lifeless, thanks to a fucking zip!”
“Ouch. that explains the torn solar plexus. Caught between the lip and the zip.”
“Very funny. Now tell me how you ended up like a wet sock?”
“Hmmm..”, like that damp guy’s excitment left him like a silent fart.
“I was cherry picked. And I guess it was the guilt from his previous kills or probably simple prudence, but he actually took very good care of me. He was always around and to be honest, despite his reutation, I kind of started to feel secure around him. And then..”
“Yeah the then has to come. Then what?”
“The butter fingers phase began. All the maternal warmth from the previous days of nurturing had paved way for coldness of anxiety. And one fine night, he had to take a leak.”
“Wow. Same pinch. Same place.“, the broken guy was giggling till the cracks on him contracted in tandem.
“Yup.Same place.Same guy.Different modus operandi. He seemed excited, he was talking to someone that made his face pink. Probably his girlfriend, when he accidentally dropped me into the commode. And I suffocated to my last breath.“, a tear rolled down the cheek of the damp guy.
“Brother. I don’t understand how he doesn’t fall often.”
“And all that love for animals, my ass!”
“This place can’t be hell, if it keep us far away from his reach.”
“Yup, god bless his new victim.”
“Redmi 4, right?!”
“Ashwath get up, it’s nine in the morning.“, mom screamed.
I accidentally pushed down my new phone, with my stretched right hand in an endeavor to wake up.
Thud, it fell.
“Dey…it’s your third phone in two months. If they have a mouth, they’ll cry.”
“I think my Motorola and ASUS were in fact crying to each other, before you woke me ma.”
“Butter fingered. And now delusional.God save my son.And the innocent phones from him.”