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Malfonz conflicted, not even letting David speak in his mind. Why would someone let me work for them so easily, to him nothing ever came that easy to him, but he also never tried talking to people except Neova or when he was planning on tormenting him. Could people really be this nice, he confused didn't let his guard down. He didn't get a position of adoption but instead became a worker, something he wished he never would have to do ever again. The walls filled with butterflies, small kids waking up, as of now there were 10 the others were sold (in other means adopted). She worked alone, and Malfonz didn't believe his buddy would have stayed the one he crashed for a night with especially after so many left and so many went missing and were found dead. He went back to the train of thought of do people really get to know each other as well as the many stories he's read, he also doesn't know people, nobody really has a personality he thought, are people scamming him. So many thoughts in one moment and so conflicted in a second he felt appauled staying there, the many months he spent and even years he worked hard to understand people and yet he only really knows them on the surface level.
But he can't leave...
He just got a job...
Why not...
He fiddled with his lips using his pointer finger sitting there lost in a trance. Some kids were toddlers, some were 10 others were younger and some were 12. The woman tucking the kids away as well as giving Malfonz a blanket left and closed the lights, as soon as they woke up he was still seen fiddling his lips. His eyes fixated on the butterfly on the wall in front of him, lost in thought, the kids huddled beside him, some threw water balloons but no reaction, some bounced their bouncy balls on his forehead. Some gave him a dress to wear, others painted on his face and gave him marker tattoos.
Malfonz was confused and hadn't even closed his eyes. The kids had a staring contest, but everybody lost except Malfonz who fiddled away to victory. As soon as their granny woke up, screaming "GET TO YOUR POSITIONS", the kids huddled in a line to brush their teeth. Some kids held the older kids's hands and as people got ready for breakfast Malfonz still in a trance was jumping between thinking about how conflicted he was, too thinking about why did the chicken cross the road, what if he was a chicken he would have crossed the road, why question the chicken crossing the road and so on.
Thuds could be heard across the room the kids locked in the view as if a building was about to collapse, she screamed "GET UP, CLEAN EVERY FLOOR SPOTLESS" was said with dicipline that out of habit he got up and started answering her "Sir yes sir", a bit confused as to why he was in a dress covered in tattoos and markers on his face. But right before he got up and washed himself clean of the markers the kids drew and took off the dress, he looked at himself in the mirror. His thoughts came by and he thought of how if he was a girl he'd look like a smokin hot chick and how the moustach on his face made him look evil.
He cleaned the day away too demotivated to even tap into his own powers working as slow as can be. The whole place was like a liminal space in the backrooms, the walls streched out forever and rooms so big with so many windows as well as so many toys to play with. The outside so barren and empty.
A kid came by to ask Malfonz to go to the potty with him, he needed help. Sucking his thumb wet.
"What is it child", Malfonz said angered.
"I gotta go potty", he said.
"Then go poo, what you need me for", Malfonz said continuing to clean.
"I can tell you who put you in a dress and painted your face", the kid said.
"Deal", said Malfonz shaking his hand.
"No jon, don't snitch, it's not fair", said another kid.
"You had it coming, (shifting his face facing Malfonz) that's him", said Jon.
"If I'm honest don't tell me who is who, you all look the same the only difference somtimes is the fact some of you are black", said Malfonz tired to even try.
"Should I tell grandma", Malfonz asked smiling.
"No", the kids trying to explain why not to do that, even Jon.
Malfonz was now king, even if it meant it was kids who saw him as the higher being he was.
Later...
"I'm done, cleaned everything for you", Malfonz said to the lady.
"Wanna take part in grandmamas famous cookies and story time before bed", she said.
"YES", Malfonz went sat with the kids and listened away.
Maybe this wasn't gonna be bad anymore. Maybe this is the beginning of something better. Fin.
(Maybe's a big word, the outline reads almost deeper than the pacific ocean, this ain't near the end)