Drip, drip, drip, drip the sink in my lab has leaked for the last week it’s…
Well, it’s annoying. Like the continuous tap, tap, tapping of a rodent that’s crawled into the wall of the house and is trying to find a way out. The warning alarm going off on repeat as your gas consumes an entire cell block and just hearing people scream, “My eyes, my eyes, it’s melting my eyes” while they run around in a delusional panic. It’s all just an annoyance on every level.
But what’s the most annoying is optimism in the face of adversity. You know the chirpy, gerbil-faced optimism. Always smiling, always putting on the “brave face” for the people around them. Believing they’re some form of rallying cry against adversity and darkness. That if they can bring one person hope, that they’ve something that means something.
That’s where Sunshine comes in…
He is the biggest annoyance in the whole of Arcadia. With his winsome grin and his want to spread his own specific brand of “cheer” and “hope”. It’s what Klaus was sick to death of when he saw you amongst his freaks. The A-One freak, the one freak he didn’t want to keep. Cast out because you… just… can’t… turn… it… off all the while the only thing you can do is be the people pleaser that you are and apologize for being a grinning idiot.
You, my friend and say that using the loosest meaning of the term possible, are the leaking faucet. Every word out of your mouth is just more drivel… drip, drip, dripping out of your mouth. The rat stuck in the wall your words just tap, tap, tapping on the eardrums of anyone within the sound of your voice.
We’ll see how your optimism holds up when your Sunshine is drowned out by plums of gas. Those pearly whites are reduced to a poor filter for the toxins that slowly seep into your lungs. Plugging that leaky faucet you call a mouth.
A rat trapped in a wall forced to just, breathe it in and suffocate in my presence. The one man capable of casting Mr. Sunshine into eternal darkness. The despair that will creep into every place that you could ever occupy. Your winsome smile becomes nothing more than rotted holes stinking out your skull.
So, don’t get it twisted Sunshine, you and I are not and will never be equals. To me, you’re nothing more than a nuisance. A mild inconvenience, the intrusive rodent you set a trap for, the dripping faucet that just needs to be locked down. A man soon that will soon be screaming about the effects of my gasses on him.
I will leave you with some parting words from some textbooks I’ve found, “The sun is meant to set” and “Life is meant to die”… so accept your fate, Charlie because it ends not with a bang, or a whimper, but you coughing and gagging, another annoyance disposed of.