Note: It’s a bit of a prequel, and
takes place when Tim used to work for W.O.O.H.P.
Rating: It’s
basically for all ages, but it contains some moments which could be
considered mildly disturbing.
Red Flag
Tim Scam,
one of W.O.O.H.P.’s more promising scientists. Young, charming, and
with a genius I.Q. to boot, Jerry didn’t take long to say ‘yes’ when
the man applied for a job.
However, only months after the initial
hiring, cracks started to appear, and people who worked close to Tim
began to feel uneasy around the man, mainly because of his disregard
for people’s feelings. Jerry just waved it off.
“So the boy
is a bit anti-social. Nothing to get so worried about.” He said,
dismissing the complaints with a wave of his hand. It wasn’t until a
certain incident that he started to take these warnings seriously,
and would change the way he saw Tim Scam.
Lunchtime at the
W.O.O.H.P. laboratories. This meant that most of the scientists were
off to the cafeteria a few floors below. Most, that is.
“Ah.”
Tim Scam said, sighing contently as he looked around the abandoned
laboratory, and opened up a small brown package. “Finally.”
With that, he extracted the bag’s contents; a hamburger and a small
bag of ketchup. He took the hamburger and wanted to open the ketchup
to spread it on, when he heard the rattling of metal bars. Annoyed,
he turned towards the source of the sound: the cage of Squeaky, a
white mouse. Not to experiment on (W.O.O.H.P. had a policy against
that.), but rather as some sort of pet, or mascot. Tim wanted to just
scold the little mouse, but the cage was open n, and little Squeaky was
nowhere to be see. “Oh, you’ve got to be…” Tim started
angrily, until the sound of squeaking, but even worse, eating
could be heard. “No!” He said, hastily turning around to
see Squeaky, eating away at his hamburger. “You little…!”
Tim started, vein bulging. But his demeanor changed when he looked
aside at the table, and saw a scalpel laying there. He sniggered, a
sadistic glimmer appearing in his eyes as he took the scalpel and
slowly approached Squeaky. Once above the eating mouse, Tim Scam
raised the scalpel above his head, before relentlessly jamming it
downward.
This movement was rewarded with a splatter of red,
staining his face and clothes, and for a moment, Tim grinned
victoriously. This changed however, as he saw that the only thing he
skewered was his package of ketchup, Squeaky sitting next to it,
obviously scared out of it’s rodent mind, but unharmed. This only
resulted in more anger towards little Squeaky. “I was going to
eat that!” Tim shouted at the little creature, before stabbing
and missing him again, as Squeaky decided to run. “Get back
here, you little rodent!” Tim shouted, running after the little
creature, who jumped off the table, onto a chair and then onto the
ground, as an angry Tim Scam chased him across the lab, replacing the
scalpel with his feet, as he stomped away at the mouse. Finally,
after fifteen minutes, Squeaky cornered himself, as Tim loomed over
him with that sadistic grin.
“Now I got you, you little rat.”
Tim said, raising his foot up in the air, ready to squash the little
nuisance.
“Tim? Tim!” Someone called, as Tim’s
colleagues entered. Tim didn’t have another choice then to place his
foot down carefully, and let Squeaky run towards the other group of
scientists. “What’s going on here?” One of the female
scientists asked. Tim rubbed the back of his neck.
“Squeaky…
got out of his cage.” He explained. The female scientist just
scooped up the little mouse and shrugged, before placing Squeaky back
in his cage.
“You’ve got some red on you.” Another
scientist commented, seeing the ketchup stains on Tim’s clothes and
face. Tim just wiped it off. He took one last glance at Squeaky, who,
to his delight, cowered under his merciless gaze, before going back
to work and forgetting the incident, thinking no one would ever find
out.
Someone actually found out tough, as security footage
recorded every moment of the hunt.
“So it’s true…”
Jerry murmured, before pressing a button, contacting W.O.O.H.P.’s
security department. “Keep an extra eye open considering Tim
Scam.” He told the security officers. “Make sure he doesn’t
get another chance to harm mice… or men.”
End