[ WP ] Short story that takes place in a single elevator ride .

The Nutty Mr. Doe 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 He hated the elevator ride up, everything about it. The awkward eye contact, the over-polite I'm-sorrys and and especially the gods-forsaken robotics. They were everywhere, the cleaning ones were always in the way and the eyeballs in the corner of the elevator never blinked and they recorded everything they saw. And if they witnessed one minor transgression, you could guarantee the elevator would be stopped and you would be sent to the Desert. 
 
 He sighed as he stepped on the elevator labeled DOE. Though the bite it had taken out of his wallet had been that of a snakes, he didnt care one bit. He only had to share it with two other people and he got to stay away as far as he could from the Radiants, who pervaded every slum in the whole godforsaken building. He pressed the button labeled 1,337 and the elevators door slowly closed. Or atleast he thought it would be closed. There was an inch left keeping it from being fully closed. 
 
 *Gods Dammit! Damn, Damn, damn this fucking peice of shit, no good pile of FUCKING metal* 
 
 Doe silently thought to himself, he didnt show it though, he simply smiled and stepped out, his face turned red as a baboons bottom, but he smiled. Like the good little bee he was he smiled. He pushed the help button and stood erect as a statue. Sweat slowly snaked its way down his chins and he felt the tingle all over his body. 
 
 His day was terrible, but he hadnt seen Davidson, only Davidson could make his day worse. And you know what, lets just pile all the shit on him for today so tomorrow will seem a bit better and every shit day will get less shittier because the day before that was... you guessed it, shit. 
 
 Davidson walked right up to Doe and gave him a jolly old handshake. `` Man, Doe today was so fun and enjoyable, you know Sullivan in accounting, she tripped down stairs today!'' He gave out a big hearty laugh and patted Doe on the back. Does only response was a forced smile and an intense hatred. `` Hopefully she gets sent offed, and hell maybe you need to be offed too, you can only pile so many chins before they hold you down and you wont be able to lift your legs!'' Davidson tickled Does chin and giggled. 
 
 *I HATE When people touch me* 
 
 `` Well davidson i really hope i dont.'' 
 
 Davidson turned stern `` Okay well i hope you do,'' Now he was nice again, `` But have a nice day, i will see you later my big man!'' He put extra emphasis on `` Big man''. 
 
 *i hope you fucking drown in piss you clean cut fuck. * 
 
 Davidson was always so happy, which is exactly why he hated him. 
 
 He stood in the catatonic elevator and then he heard the whirring of a fixer bot. The sound it made when it moved buzzed in doe's ears, he hated it. So much. So much. So much. He could n't stand it The Bot whizzed and whirred down the hallway. 
 
 Doe imagine having a gun, obviously it was forbidden to have one but hey, he could imagine right? He would put the gun to his foot, then pull the trigger, the he would shoot his feet, then his stomach and finally he would cap off his suicide by blowing his cap off. Hopefully painting the wall behind him. And he would smile while doing it. 
 
 The bot entered the elevator but it didnt move it stood there. Usually it would start to fix the problem but no, not right now, no of course not, of course this would happen to him, of course when he thought he had cleaned up the shit he would spill the bucket. 
 
 *Of course, of course. i work for this shitty company all fucking day in the fucking blistering heat, my balls are fucking chafing against my fat fucking leg. i stub my fucking toe my goddamn printer gets jammed, my boss screams at me in front of the whole office, and just to top my day of that shit eating fuck Davidson come into MY private space and fucks with me and now... now that i think it is all over this waste of carbon wont fix this fucking elevator. * 
 
 Doe smiled again, he stared at the bot, which stared at the wall. instead of doing the job it was SUPPOSED to do it just stood there. There was a deafening silence. But then he heard the whirring again and it was beautiful. For once he was glad to hear it. But between the whizzing and whirring a lowly wheel popped off and the bot fell to its side whirring itself into a circle again and again. 
 
 It penetrated Doe's eardrums and soon it invaded his mind. His anger bottled up in his mind and like a stirred bottle of champagne it would explode and there would be shit everywhere. 
 
 He looked at the bot, `` Stupid hunk of metal.'' He said almost silently, he then gave the bot a small kick to the rear, just hard enough to move it forward about two millimeters. He laughed and patted the bot on the head. 
 
 Its eyes turned red and an alarm went off across the whole building, the door locked themselves, and Doe backed into the corner of the elevator 
 
 *Gods, gods, gods, please no* 
 
 he heard the heavy boot down the hallway. *Thump thump thump* 
 He saw the officers down the hallway, shoulder to shoulder, guns pointed at the defenseless Mr. Doe. 
 
 *i have to shout something, i must yell, my last act of defiance, a big middle finger to the Squirrels. * 
 
 `` Fuck your nuts Bitch!'' 
 
 The officer chittered and brushed his whiskers. `` You are a worker bee, a worker bee doesnt defy the queen. Steve... NUT HIM!'' 
 
 A chestnut was shot into Doe's head and his life slowly left his lungs and out the side of his cranium. 
 
 
 Honest i dont know why i wrote this and ended it like that 

