Toys
I had stalked the creature through the living tunnels deep in the hive. Perspiration stung my eyes, my cooling-vac was not working properly.
The walls around me suddenly flinched with movement in the murky black distance. I nearly tripped as I reached for the flood light toggle, FFWWWWOMP…knock! The flash of the illumination was quick and brilliant and utterly terrifying.
Elongated faces came at me from the dark. All in unison they quietly flew towards me…knock!
What was that noise? …KNOCK, KNOCK!
A high-pitched squealing hiss came at me from every direction, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!
Damn, I thought to myself. “Yeah, come IN!
The door opened to my room, a sign that read “Keep In”, was rudely taped to it.
I put down the action figure and looked to see who it was. A man steps through, below the Rush poster hanging above the door, it is 1979…
“Young man, if you play your toys too much you will soon wear them out”, he said in a pleasing tone, albeit a strange accent that I rather enjoyed.
I grinned and replied.
“But Hans-Rudy…you’re toys are the most excellent ones of all!!!”
He then shook his head, smiling as he turned back towards the door.
Just under his breath I heard him mutter, “weird kid, heh, heh”, as he left shutting the door behind him…
(I guess this is my own special tribute to "HR" Giger and some of the obvious influences he had on me, weird kid was right ;)