Yarg, a short fic

Split Slice~

I was always built sharp. The letters etched on my label read “Perfect for school and home use”. What was I “perfect” for?  The words “school and home” was supposed to be in my use. Was it a place? Around me was nothing, just pitch darkness. How was I supposed to get to “school and home”? Who will lead me out of here? How long do I have to wait?
There was a jointed squeak as a slither of light shown through the darkness. The light’s luminance opened slowly, growing wider and even wider as a blurry pink shape went through.  The pink shape reached for him, traveling further in the cabinet. Voices passed from the light, clamoring in a clutter, like an uprising murmur of masses. It sounds like chaos out there!
The pink shape, now clearly a hand, had closed in on him. It snatched him out of the dark covers and pulled him into the light. Colorful blurs and blotches danced around, as if it was a continuous pattern in a painter’s sprawl of a canvas. He felt at ease. The fluorescent glimmer made him giddy and joyous as if in a dream. If it was a dream, he thought, then it was a great one since he finally seemed to have a purpose. It was a wonderful dream where he was needed…a truly wonderful dream…
But it wasn’t.
It wasn’t a dream at all.
It was real…as real as a nightmare.
The hand that had taken him into the light was now hard and callused. It gripped him stiffly, slicing through the coarse parchment with such ferocity that it scrapped at him. Up, down, up down went his two sides, which aligned together after each cut. He could feel the parchment’s rough, thick texture, stale and brightly colored with each snip. The process was repeated, thicker and thicker, deep into the sheets and trimming the sides in careless slices. It seemed to be endless, pestering him in every way, irritating his steel sides as each cut dulled him. So this is my destiny? To be put in a torturous hold of a monster, used at the will of it for this? Is this what I am? Is this my purpose in life? No! It has to be something else, something much more! I’m more than this!
Suddenly the hand stopped and loosened its grip.
“Argh! Stupid thing won’t cut!” The voice booms, breathing down on his worn surface. Warm heat, close to sweat, coated his handles. He starts to feel tension.
Tight.
Forced.
Stuck.
He wants to scream but he doesn’t know how. Pull me out! I can’t do this!! Let me free! He pleads.
The hand continues to struggle, clasping him with a determined mouth.  Gripping, clenching, squeezing with all its might shred though the sheets. In his middle, he feels a pull. It pulled in his screw, slowly twisting out of the small metal grooves in him. The handles are clutched tighter.
Help me! I’m being pulled apart!
Tighter, tighter it goes.
No! Don’t! Just pull me out! Please, just pull me out!
The pressure squeezes his insides.
Please! Can’t you hear me? Doesn’t somebody hear me?
There was a snap of plastic against plastic as the screw popped out into the blurs.
“Looks like it’s broken, Jenny. We’ll get you another one.” said another voice, louder and deeper than the one before. Broken? I’m broken? How can I-wait, you can’t replace me! Just find my screw and I’ll be fixed…
The soft, supple hands that once were warm and kind were now ruthless and cold; it gripped him with no caress. He was lead past everything around him, closer and closer to a metallic clang. The clang was louder and frequent as he closed in… No, I can’t go in there! I’m still useful, I still have a purpose! This can’t be the end…
Into the metal hole he is dropped, silenced as he hit the bottom. Their voiceless moans of sorrow crowded him, wailing in the darkness of the hole. He tried to scream. He tried to plead. Begging to be free from the dark, he heard…a voice. The voice echoed in his dark abyss, almost shrieking in octaves.
“Here’s a new one.” it said and there was a rip of packaging. The wrapper itself was discarded in the hole, dropped beside him with a toss. He fell silent with horror, forgetting all of his pleas as he gazed at the printed words on the plastic wrapping. Etched in a bold red were:

“Perfect for school and home use”