Third POV
Leith had gotten the call. A call that he very much didn't want to have. The call was from the security personnel, who had responded to an incident that happened in one of the labs. It was something that happened from time to time, the experiments or 'toys' got out and caused a fuss. Nothing that good security, and a great amount of money couldn't fix.
This time was different though, the incident was caused by his favorite person Max. Max had somehow, someway gotten all the way to where the labs were and saw what they were doing. From the report that Leith got it stated that Max had been contained and was currently sleeping in one of the prisons. They didn't know what to do with him, if he got down there once, he could do it again. Were their thoughts on the matter.
Leith didn't care where the kid was at this point, what he cared about what the aftermath would be. Leith didn't want the golden goose to get scared and NOT make golden eggs. Leith wasn't worried about Max getting hurt or something like that. No what he feared was how this would affect Max`s mental state, and…what Mr.Carter would say about it.
So here he was, waiting for Eddie and Stella to come into his office. Eddie came in first looking over some papers, with Stella coming behind him not long after.
"This…Leith, tell me that the kid didn't make it past ALL of our very extensive security."
"He did. Stella, you worked with kids before, how do you think this will go"
"I-I..Max will most likely hate us, and want nothing to do with Playtime. The absolute worst case is that he goes public with this. He is famous, and if goes on TV and-"
"I know. We need to get this settled quickly. I say we keep the kid in our prison for now, until we can think of something."
"And then what Leith. Keep the boy prisoner, until Mr.Carter can take him away. What then Leith. He will be gone and like Stella said if he goes public."
"Sigh…I don't know Eddie. We can't kill him, we can't hold him, the only thing we can do is hopefully get him on our si-"
"OUR SIDE. Leith do you hear yourself, it took me some time to realize that this..project..this thing we are doing is helping kids. But, Max is ten years old. He might be smart Yes, but I don't think he will be on 'our' side anytime soon."
"But you did eventually Stella, you did come on 'our' side. I will contact Mr.Carter, explain what happened. Hopefully he doesn't ask for anything. Until then we get the best of the best to talk to Max. We get him to see the good that this can do for everyone."
"I don't like this idea Leith, but…You haven't been wrong yet." With that said Eddie got up and left the room.
"I will go to; I need to work on how our staff will explain this stuff to Max. And, getting him to agree. Among other things." Stella was the next to leave the room
Leith looked at his phone on the table and sighed. He didn't want to call Mr.Carter about this because he knew that it would end with him owing a favor to him. The last person Leith wanted to owe a favor to was Mr.Carter.
He picked up the phone, and dialed the number. The phone only rung a few times before someone asked
"Carter residence, this is Butler Mr. Brown speaking how may I help you." A polite and professional voice answered the phone
"This is Leith Pierre from Playtime. I need to talk to Mr.Carter about an incident that happened involving Max."
"One moment sire"
Leith waited, the phone on speaker as he nervously tapped his fingers on the desk. Then he heard Mr.Carter voice
"Mr.Pierre, you had better have a good reason calling me this late."
"Max got past security and saw our project. We-"
"Need me to talk the boy, and get him not to go public?"
"Yes"
"Get the kid a phone. I will talk with him tomorrow morning. Good night Mr.Pierre"
MC POV
For whatever reason I didn't go to 'otherworld' last night. They had put me in a prison room, with a large bed, private bathroom and closet. It certainly wasn't the prison rooms for the experiments. I didn't know what time it was, and after a while got bored. The walls were padded with that rainbow color crap and the door was closed shut.
Lucky for me I still had human limbs and wasn't a toy. The bad news was that I got caught. Which in hindsight was something that I should have expected. I got too impatient with wanting to bring this place down, and with Hour of Joy coming up I was getting even more impatient.
There were employees here that I liked and didn't want them to die a horrible death. Not only that, but the orphans here had become my second family. I need to focus on what happens next. I might be able to spin this…somehow.
The door opened, and three prison guards entered. All three were carrying what looked like assault rifles. They gestured for me to follow, and I did. We walked down a hallway, that I could only say looked like a massive maximum-security prison. There were thick doors all down the hallway, on the bottom floors and I can only assume the top floors too.
There was also crying, banging, and other sounds that were heard throughout the prison. The guards somehow were able to completely ignore all of it and moved closer to the main door.
The main door led us into a semi-circular shaped room with a guard fence in the middle of it. Inside the fence were more prison guards talking and joking as they watched the monitors. I was led inside the gated fence, pushed a little to the right side.
There was another hallway, with the end being the Warden`s room. I knew because a fat man was standing by the door main door with a tag on his shirt that said 'Warden' on it. He was an older man probably in his late 40s with white hair, and a walrus mustache. He looked like the definition of a corrupt cop, that only got this job because of his 'good' work performance.
"This way. In my office"
I was led inside his office, where the three guards followed me inside. It looked like a standard cop office, which only solidified my opinion that this guy had been a corrupt cop at some point in his life.
I sat down on the chair facing his desk, where the Warden picked up a phone and handed it to me.
"Hello?" I said
"Max. This is old benny I heard you got into some trouble."
My face lit up. My plan B was here baby, and now I just needed to tell Mr.Carter about it.
"Mr.Carter sir they-"
"I know."
"excuse me sir…but it said like you said 'I know'"
"I did. Max you-
"Sir. They are taking children and putting them in toys. That is…that isn't right. You have to do something about that. If we can expose them then-"
"Boy Listen to me. I was going to sugarcoat this for you because you are young, but since you want to play hero then I won't. I adopted you because I saw something in you that will help my family move forward. My son is a waste and doesn't have any children worth a damn. Now, it has been spoken about among the family members that YOU will be taking my place. YOU my boy, have only seen the positive side of our business partners. Our family has multiple hands in certain things that can be considered…morally gray. You boy will see this other side of business soon and will have to accept them as what they are."
"I-I…these are fucking kids. They have fucking kids as toys, and as slaves. I can't knowingly be a part of something like that."
"You can and YOU will. I adopted you and can unadopted you. If you tell anyone about this, then I can guarantee that your 'family' will be much worse off. DO Not try my patience boy. I saw something in you, but there are plenty of others out there. You are not special. This is what is going to happen. You will be placed in that cell and sit there until you have calmed down enough to start working again. After that time is settled you will assist them in their project. And, if I hear a single whisper or complaint from you…just know boy that there is a fate out there that is far worse than death. You will listen, and you will obey. Is that understood."
I was mad, but what could I do. I thought briefly about just killing everyone here but realized that wouldn't work. Killing them wouldn't do anything at all. Mr.Carter was rich enough to get the public to believe anything he said. If I got out then what, no one would believe me. If I..if I released the toys then Hour of Joy happens.
It hurt, but I realized that I didn't have a choice in the matter, so I agreed. They put me back in my cell, and I just sat there. I should have been a little angry or frustrated but I wasn't. I didn't know if it was the worms that did it, but I was calm and looking through the situation with logic.
I had Fuck up, in the most basic terms. I should have either waited longer or planned my spells better. The fact that a single locked door stopped me is pathetic. I felt too invincible, and too impatient. I also should have known that a major shareholder of this company would know what was going on. It was a stupid thing to do, and I just need to accept it and move on. Well…at least I will be here during Hour of Joy. I chuckled to myself. I didn't know when it started, but I knew it would start soon.