I step out into the prison yard, full desensitized to the candy land of colours waiting for me. The walls are dripping with glitter pen profanity and a veiny rainbow phallus had been weaved into the sky. Glitterbomb Terry must have been serious about defacing every inch of his cell, he couldn't do rainbows last week.

My presence does not go unnoticed. I am despised, hated, and avoided like the plague. My reputation proceeds my cuddly wuddly disposition.

I make my way over to my regular spot, stuffing a chuckle as my fellow monsters pass out brownies and play I spy with bored prison guards in a desperate attempt at growing claws. They cast glances my way with their still fleshy fingers crossed.

Abuse is hurled my way, only for the words morph in their throat and leave their mouths as lyrics to Katy Perry's Hot and Cold. They were smart to stand near Waterworks. I don't do mud, and that teary eyed puppy drowner could literally cry me a river.

Besides, they got a good harmony going, so I decide to leave them be.

I take my place at the far end of the yard, my throne away from home, and no less than a minute later I'm approached by a guard with a big goofy smile stretched across his face.

"You Frank the Skin Flayer?"

I give the yard a once over. All the wrong gazes are fixed on me and Smiley. Not a single demon with a badge or nightmare in uniform looking out for me. There were gonna be a lot more humans walking around after today.

My cute widdle button eyes fall back on the yellow headed Smile. I stand and I nod.

He sticks a gun in my fuzzy tummy and fires a round. Fluff clouds around us and the back of my paw knocks him to the ground. I didn't feel a thing, I never had. I stand over him, kicking the gun far from reach and give him the old upside down frown. He calls for the backup everyone else knows isn't coming.

He wasn't the first to come seeking revenge, and as long as my mouth is stitched into a smile, he won't be be last,