He stared at It as it walked across the room.
It was walking on it’s blades by balancing on one and then swiveling on to the other one with a degree of fluidity and grace that a lot of professional ballet dancers would maim and kill for. He stared at It, mesmerized, as it walked across the room, seemingly unconcerned by anything else including the person staring at him.
He cocked his head and wrinkled his brows. Slowly but steadily, not wanting to scare it off, he got off his bed. Crouching on his ankles, he approached it slowly from behind. It, for it’s part, didn’t notice him, or ignored him if it did, and just kept on walking.
He was perplexed by it. Every single neuron in his brain was committed to the task of solving the question of what was going on, but were unable to come to any sort of acceptable explanation. So they just threw up their hands and gave up.
It’s movement captivated him. It moved as a leaf through a gentle summer breeze and he could not help but stare at It.
It was as if a work of art had come to life before his eyes.
It left the bedroom and made it’s way to the living room.
He quietly got to his feet and followed It out without making a sound; his roommates were asleep after all and he didn’t want to wake them up in case this was just a mere hallucination he was having. He had never had one before and was, thus, unsure as to how they worked but this seemed to fit a lot of what he had imagined they would be like.
As he wondered as to the reality of his situation, the pair of scissors was making it’s way towards the bookshelf.
He cocked an eyebrow at It as it moved across the room.
It finally got to the bookshelf and stopped. It tilted backwards slightly as if to look up at the books contained in the bookshelf.
If you looked close enough, you could almost see the finger holds twist ever so slightly as if to give the books an angry look.
He stood there, eyebrow still cocked, staring at it.
He lurched forward as the scissors started cutting up the books, and quite a bit of the shelf too, all the while making an evil snipping sound, as if the devil himself had possessed it. He grabbed onto the plastic end and tried to pull it off.
It was not going to have any of that, thank you very much. It twisted and turned every which way, pulling him along for the ride.
‘FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! .’
Now a full grown man being bashed into a wooden shelf is bound to make some amount of noise; enough noise, as it just so happened, to wake up other full grown men who happened to be asleep nearby. The two of them stumbled wearily out of their bedrooms and into the brightness of the living room.
One of them was yawning as he tried to ask what was happening and only managed to make a sound like…like, well, someone trying to talk over a yawn. The other, non-yawning, roommate asked, ‘What the fuck are…’
But his words were cut off as they finally saw what was going on. The two of them looked at each other quizzically as their brains went through the same motions as their, now currently preoccupied, roommate.
Reaching the same conclusion, of not having reached any conclusion at all, Two leaped forward and grabbing the scissors by the handle, tried to pull it off his friend.
Three, meanwhile, was still trying to figure what he was looking at. His brain was working on all cylinders to solve this particular conundrum but was still unable to find any sort of solution. He walked closer to the struggle and just stood there gormlessly staring at the two of them.
The scissors were not pleased at all by the addition of a second person. It had a lot of paper to go through and these humans were not making it easy for it. These humans with their hands and skin and…
A sudden realization came to It with regards to the humans’ composition.
And thinking so, It lurched towards Two’s throat as the two of them tried desperately to stop it from reaching it’s destination.
Realizing that they would not let it do what it wanted, the scissors made a tactical adjustment of its direction and attacked Two’s hands. The sudden change caught him off guard and it managed to leave a deep gash in his arm.
Two stumbled and fell back, holding his bleeding arm, while One tried desperately to stop it in its renewed attempts to reach his friend’s throat but It was not in a mood to be stopped.
‘Help me asshole!!’ he yelled at Three.
But the sight of blood had seemed to have triggered some kind of realization regarding It and he just sat there with his arms around his knees, gently rocking back and forth, like a baby being cradled by his mother, muttering to himself.
One struggled to keep the scissor from reaching his friend’s neck by himself but, unfortunately, he alone wasn’t strong enough to stop the scissors and with a determined plunge, it found it’s mark.
There was a very squishy sounding sound as It embedded itself in Two’s throat followed by a spray of blood across the room like a sprinkling of dark red confetti.
‘Fuck this.’, One said as he stumbled back, his face covered in blood. He turned around, grabbed Three and dragging him along and ran towards the door as the scissors got to work on Two with a distinctly joyous snip.
They ran out into the hallway and into the elevator, which just so happened to be conveniently waiting for them on their floor.
As the elevator doors closed, they sighed and sat on the floor. One leaned back against the shiny metal walls and tried to catch his breath. Three just started blanked at the opposite wall, his mind still reeling from the incident they had just witnessed.
He had not stopped muttering, whatever it was that he had been muttering, but One was too tired to care right now.
As the elevator slowly made it’s way down, the silence inside the cabin was interrupted by a sudden clinking noise coming from the ceiling, as though there was something up there trying to get in.
Their heads snapped up at the sound, their eyes filled with horror.
ClinK, ClinK, ClinK, went the noise, in a very distinctly evil and metallic way.
Three finally broke out of his daze and with a strangled cry grabbed One and started to sob weakly. One scowled at him and pushed him away, annoyed by how useless he had proven to be against the pair of sentient scissors.
‘Shhhh…’, he gestured to Three, his finger on his lips. Three went back to the corner and huddled up, still muttering to himself, now accompanied by a weak sobbing. One looked up at the ceiling and the source of the sounds.
The scissors, it seemed, were trying to cut through the roof of the elevator cabin. It was not doing very well and could barely even scratch it. It was slightly disappointed in itself for not being able to carve through steel, but was still very determined to give it its best shot and kept on trying.
One sighed a small sigh for a small sense of relief. It might be right above them, but there was no way that it could get through a few inches of solid steel.
Within a few moments, there was a ting and the elevator arrived at the ground floor.
The moment the doors parted far enough, they rushed out and sprinted towards the exit. They collapsed on the side-walk, both wheezing and trying to catch their breath, relieved that they had managed to get away and that It had somehow entered the elevator shaft and was now trapped inside.
They were, of course, completely wrong.
As One’s breathing returned to normal, he heard the sound of something knocking against the glass of the door.
‘No, no, no, no, no, No, No, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO’
He prayed under his breath as he turned around to face the door. No sooner was he looking at the door than, with the sound of a gunshot, the scissors burst through the glass, leaving it oddly intact save for a tiny hole, and rushed straight at him.
But instead of pulling a Two and taking it straight to his throat, he took a step to the side and managed to grab it. The scissor, it seems, had lost some of its murderous vigor with the effort it had taken to find its way out of the elevator shaft, however It had managed that, and to make its way through the glass pane on the door.
Immediately putting his entire weight on it, he managed to finally subdue the damn thing and looked up to call Three.
Three had wasted no time and, finally being proactive for once, had already grabbed a nearby rock and swung it down towards the not-so-shiny-anymore blades on the ground
“ROCK BEATS SCISSOR, ROCK BEATS SCISSOR”, he screamed like a raving lunatic as he bashed It to bits with every bit of strength he had left in him.
“ROCK”
“BEATS”
“SCISSOOOOOORRRS”
