These Even Play Music!

CW: Graphic Violence, Death of a Child

“Mummy? Can I get one of those? It looks fun, I want it!”

“Servant!” “Yes, Mistress?” “Acquire my child one of those devices.” “Yes, Mistress.”

“This device requires a medical examination to obtain, are you aware?” “Yes, Doctor.” “A monthly examination, are you aware?” “Yes, Doctor.” “Well, lucky for you, these are top of the line, best in style and in quality.” “Yes, Doctor.” “Then after you pay the fee, the examination can begin”

“Were you at the doctor today?” “Yes, Dear.” “Was it for work?” “Yes, Dear.” “Is that... thing... for work too?” “Yes, Dear.” “The brat again?” “Yes, Dear.” “I wish you could quit that godforsaken job, it’s insanity! And...!” “Yes, Dear, I am aware.” “Your endurance is incredible. How haven’t you lost your mind?” “..."

“Oh, servant! You got the device? Thank you! The little one will quite enjoy it!” “Yes, Mistress, it’s designed as such.” “Servant...” “Yes, Mistress?” “I already tolerate your incessant ‘Yes, Mistress’ this and ‘Yes, Mistress” that, I have no energy to deal with anything else that leaves your disgusting little mouth! Now give me the device...” “Yes, Mistress.” “Beautiful”

“Thank you Mummy, thank you!” “Anything for you my darling.”

“Welcome back old chap, are you ready?” “Yes, Doctor” “So I’ll just quickly take a quick look in your brain to see if use of the device has done anything, to see if you might need a stronger one.” “Yes, Doctor” “Great Scott! It’s hasn’t done a thing.” “Indeed... Doctor” “You look miserable as ever! I must warn you a stronger device is... greatly more expensive.” “Yes, Doctor” “Do you have the device with you?” “No, Doctor. I... forgot it at work.” “Then you will have to pay in full, sorry.” “You haven’t given the device to anyone right, maybe someone at work? Giving this device to anyone, especially a child is a crime, are you aware?” “...No! Doctor.” “Very well then”

“Dear?” “Yes?” “I need to go to work tonight, to help the mistress with something” “You spoke! Incredible!” “Yes, Dear” “Very well then, if you have to...”

“Doctor? May I have a refund on that stronger device?” “Surely old chap? May I ask why?” “Don’t need it” “Surely you do! Your abhorrently miserable...” “I said I want a refund, Doctor!” “Chap, what has come over you?” “Clarity”

A knife skipped happily along the throat of a child. “It’s mine!” the child choked on its blood “No, child” “Servant! What are you doing?” “Yes, Mistress” “Servant speak! What are you doing?” “Yes, Mistress” A knife skipped happily through the air into the heart of a woman. The knife was torn out and buried several hundred more times, staining the pure white floor tiles. “My, pleasure mistress, your endless joy you brought upon me will be missed.” The device pulsed and the servant’s head felt lighter. They drifted into lydian dreams.