Chuck E. Cheese: Chapter 2

Sorry guys, but I'm a lying asshole, and I wasn't able to cover my entire, exciting trip to Chuck E. Cheese. So enjoy the second chapter of my ridiculously stupid Halloween story, and expect more in November. But anyway, HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE

Chapter 2

As the curtain was raised higher and higher; the cheers became louder and louder. With the horde of children producing the most noise they could possibly create, the stage lights were cued; revealing what they were chanting for.

They stood reverently to greet their King.

Screwed down to the wood floor of the stage. There was what looked like; a pile of bolts, some poorly-disguised circuit boards, and cheap, mismatched, fur from Jo-Ann Fabrics' after Halloween clearance. It's appearance, to put it kindly, was homely. But no matter, the kids were nothing but ecstatic.

The machine's eyes shot open with a sound of turning gears. His cheap joints began to flail about, like a boy on a coat hanger. More lights flooded the stage exposing his small army of robots. There was a rabbit in a blue vest, who was playing the trumpet; a dog in a flamboyant, bedazzled jacket, playing keyboard; the duck, in jeans, playing bass; and finally a turtle playing drums. With the light shining on their $200 bodies, they opened their eyes, craned their heads back and forth, and made what ever movements that they were capable of completing in order to "play" their instruments.

"Hugh Hugh, Boys and Girls! Have you been having fun at Chuck E. Cheese?!" their leader shouted, while moving a curved piece of metal, up and down. Not even close to matching actual lip movement.

A jubilant, "YES!" came from the sea of kids surrounding me.

"Great to hear that!" a collective, of huge smiles appeared on the each of the audience member's faces.

"But I am sad today, boy and girls," shock and terror swiped over the children, "there's one person among us who doesn't love my Favorite Drink! And he is sitting with us right now!" causing a spot light to be shined right on top of me.

I was utterly confused. My mind racing, trying to sort out if I was in some sort of danger. But before coming to an sort of conclusion; everyone was already turned around and looking at me. Not one boy or girl in that room did not look at me at that very moment. Their eyes, not one blinking; quietly analyzing and calculating.

That image has been burned so deeply into my head, I could tell you every little detail of each child's face.

Chuck, in what seemed like an attempted to lighten the mood. The robot said, "Hugh Hugh Kids! Let's tell the man why he should try Chuck E.'s Favorite drink, by playing him a song!?"

"YEAH!" the kids shout in agreement.

The mechanical mouse monster raised the electric guitar that was bolted to his hands. Signaling to the others that he was going to play a song.

With all the slides and Tilt-A-Whirls
Chuck E. Cheese is fun for all boys and girls
But sometimes, some little children
don't want to be with the other boy and girls for play
That is what is happening today
This makes Chuck E. very sad you see
but that isn't how the I am going to end the day
We are going to end it with us smiling, I say
And You are going to be the game we play

I grabbed my coat, and tried to make it for the door. My heart beating out of my chest.

Quick, Chuck E. was to say, "Today's game is to get the Non-Believer!" The children's faces went from their previously blank expression, to a face that sent pure terror down my spine. The children didn't growl, show their teeth, or anything that a child would normally do as an attempt to scare someone. No these little boys and girls wore very slight smiles, and lowered their eyebrows. And the face was perfectly uniform among all of them. It was becoming obvious to me that they'd been trained for this. They didn't scream or shout at me. The children were dead silent. They knew exactly how they were going to handle me, and they didn't want to give their game any knowledge as to where they were.

Even with the crowd of kids chasing after me, with my adult legs I arrived at the door quickly. However, it was all for nothing because the damn door was locked. FUCK! I looked around me for another way that I could escape. But there. Still sitting in the booths were their parents. I grabbed the man closet to the door by the shoulders, and shouted at the father, "I NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! RIGH-" The body was cold to the touch. I quickly pulled my hands off the corpse and it slumped out of the booth. A massive smile still on its face, eyes connecting with the ceiling. "WHAT THE FUCK?! THEY FUCKING POISONED THEM?!"

The more agile kids of the group, now mere feet away from me; were still in full sprint. A few tried to jump me, but I dodged them by leaping onto the table. Standing on the table, I kicked the other body sitting at the other side of the table, out of the booth. I leapt over the backrest, pushed another cadaver onto the ground.

I sprinted back into the arcade to find something that could be use as a weapon. I seriously wasn't going to give up just because they're a bunch of fucking kids!

I ran around for way too long, trying to find something to use as a weapon. Then I noticed the ski-ball machine at the side of the arcade, and how it just used some old glass to protect the wooden balls from theft. I stomped on the glass with the back of my heel, and broke it with one strike. I grabbed a couple of balls and took a pitcher's stance. Firmly grasping the first ball, I sent it careening toward one of the oncoming kids. I both saw and heard the wood ball plow in the boy's face, sending him to the ground. I then charged the other child and punched her in the face with the ski-ball in my fist. The blow crushed her jaw. Coating my weapon with blood with bits of flesh. "IT'S FUCKING GO TIME YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"

As I checked to see if the two were down for good. Some fucking kid jumped on my back! His hands clawing at my face, trying to gouge out my eyes. I exclaimed, "THAT'S NO WAY TO HUG SOMEONE?! DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER TEACH YOU ANY MANORS?!" and grasped his hands, pulled his body, over my head, sending him onto the ground. While he landed somewhat on his feet, I then punched him in the face. "I THINK SOMEONES A LITTLE CRANKY AND NEEDS TO TAKE A NAP?!"

While it was satisfying to use the ski-ball, it was becoming clear that I needed a better weapon in order to take down all these kids.

So kicking, and punching at what ever got into my way. I made it deep into the arcade. There, I was able to find an old rusty pinball machine. Perfect. I flipped over the old table, (taking out a kid in the process) and ripped off one of its old rusted out legs.

"I AM THE PINBALL WIZARD!" I screamed, while taking my first swing at the hoard. The pipe, smashing into the chest of one of the kids causing him to double over.

"I RECOMMEND THE LEG WITH THIS SERVING OF PAIN!" for another. Destroying one of the kid's shoulders, sending him into the air like rag doll.

Finally, "YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO WHAT YOUR HORSING COACH SAID!" with some confused by this one liner, so I clarified it with another swing, "WATCH OUT FOR THE LEGS!" with the metal connecting with several of their faces.

I then, pulled myself onto the top of one of the video game machines. I started looking around, trying to figure out some way that I could escape. But with dozens of Chuck E.'s minions surrounded the video game booth, and no other doors, I could do nothing. I would have to dispose of them all in order for me to live through the night. But then I heard Chuck E. screeching through his crappy speaker.

"YOU HAVEN'T TAKEN CARE OF HIM YET?! Boys and girls, I am very disappointed in you. All well, somethings just need to be taken care of by us grown ups."

Then the keyboard playing Dog picked up his instrument, held it like a submachine gun, and aimed it right at me. I leapt down and heard the bang of a gun echoing off the walls.

The kids were still depressed that they had disappointed their God, and took little interest in me. But even with this break in the action, I couldn't go anywhere for an escape.

There was only one way to stop this madness, and that was at the stage. Even though it was crazy, I ran back to the theater, to face Chuck E. and his Demon Pals.