Saucy Love

Trapped in a supply closet for weeks, his sanity hanging by a thread, Charles Crawford sat in a fetal position. He had already drunk all of the cleaning supplies and eaten all the sponges, and he feared he was going blind. Nantucket had shut off electricity to that wing, so the small light bulb at the top of the room was dark, like his soul. Where did he go wrong? Perhaps it was his obsession with the occult. Everyone knew that too much Satan was bad for your health. His creation Nantucket, had trapped him in his own office, and was now hell bent on harassing high schoolers.

But through it all, nobody must know his true identity, mild mannered Max McBride, Fall Out Boy fan, and a Christmas. He had worked through a lot of his body fat just staying alive in that closet, but he was still very hungry.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Light shone in a widening beam onto Charles’ face. The light was blocked by a figure, a figure that bore a striking resemblance to him, but female, and in a glowing unitard of light, similar to something from Tron.

“Who… who are you? Are you here to save me?” He asked, mentally reaching out to the figure.

“No. I am Nantucket. Infantsauce. I am you.” The figure said, it’s eyes glowing blue.

Deep in his metal recesses, Charles pondered this impossibility. Normally, he would deny this appearance as a figment of his imagination, but a week alone in a dark room had made his mental faculties not what they used to be, and he accepted that this figure was his creation.

“Why… why are you here?” This was all Charles could get out, before Nantucket’s arm outstretched to him, and he grabbed it, finding strength that he didn’t know he had, and he rose to Nantucket’s height.

It was difficult to stand, malnourished as he was, but with his Windex stained lips, he asked Nantucket “Why are you doing this?”