"Who- where are you?!" he cried, holding his head and looking around intensely like a pigeon, baffled by the mysterious youthful feminine voice whose owner was nowhere to be found in this 90s document room!
"In your head," the voice declared,
"Tch!" the boy bangs his fist onto his fragile desk pulling out his hair and mental anguish as he forces himself to remember anything- but all it seems was a big blank void,
Abruptly,
Between the indifferent scratching of the pen onto yellowish paper,
"Jeez, 31 shut up!" the boy with a gloomy and focused expression who sat to the close of the gigantic foyer, banged his fountain pen onto his desk and shouted at the lost boy who was already terrified as hell!
"We all have files due tomorrow!! ---"
"What's with the ruckus?! " the bald man with a beard walked with a squawk tone, and everyone froze in their seats, as walk to the hall through the entrance, hearing the bluster that was coming past the whole bureaucratic unit,
"Sir-Sir...31..." That gloomy boy pointed with hesitation towards The little lost lamb who was ramp his hair and screamed almost bursting into tears of helplessness-
"Don't you hear this voice! Any of you---?"
Everyone looked at each other with half-sarcastic and half-awkward smiles, knowing nothing this boy was claiming, but still, the lady with a retro-styled marquee bun who sat close to that boy's working table, stood up from her seat hefty and questioned calmly, examining the state of the boy-
"Which voice?"
However, the mischievous voice again echoed-
"No one can hear me except you, 89031!"
Just hearing this much, he jumped off his seat on which he was as if sitting for a lifetime that his legs have already gone sore, and he collapse straight onto his sweaty red face entangled with that wooden chair of his,
"Gods! T-THIS- THIS robotic...robotic voice!!!! "
Now, nearly everyone was on the brink of busting into laughter, even that lady too, he felt a shock of helplessness in his little muscular heart,
'No one believes me ' he sighed pressing his head down onto the cold floor,
"Okay, okay everyone back to work, it's just another case of a mental breakdown," the bald man said with mockery in his tone as he shifted his hand signaling an ebony-dressed man on the visible counter from the hall,
Nevertheless,
"I'm not mentally ill!" he cried with his face that resembles that of a creature who was ready to attack anytime!
"The system scan is done, Your brain is--"
"Shut up!" he whispered in the cutthroat, however, the voice continued stubbornly-
"--working perfectly adequate, henceforth you have no mental breakdown but a great amount of distress is being reported in the region of the amygdala that is due to the introduction in a new environment"
"Ha ha, did you hear that? , I am not mentally ill! I'm very much sane! " the boy cracked up a maniacal smile, honing to everyone in the room in a different kind of madness that bring chills down the spine as a visible fear climbed on the faces of all the employees-
"31, I am warning you to seal your lips now, or else the consequences won't be good!!" the bald man yelled, however,
"Or else what?!" the boy questioned bitterly as he rose to his numb feet grabbing the assistance of the desk, without any visible sight of fear in his mind anymore-
"I'm not your servant!" and he shoved all the files down from the desk,
"Technically you are" the voice interrupted again,
"Shut your f*cking mouth!" he muttered in irritation,
"You--" " Clean the way, DTU has arrived!"
"DTU?" puzzled his brown eyes as he witness a change of expression of that bald man from angry to a smirking smile,
"DTU stands for distress treatment unit, which was established by the Article 21st of th the Constitution for the welfare---"
"Shut up!!!"
However, no use at all-
"---Welfare of the government employees especially the--"
Abruptly, some seven people in sealed black helmets and black SWAT kind of suit promenade inside the hall and questioned in a brutal style-
"Where is the despondency?!"
"Him! "
The bald man pointed toward that boy with a satisfied glance,
"---The bureaucrat office remains in the core center for this welfare scheme according to the President Operan, dated--"
The DTU people fixed their eyes which were not visible because of the lustrous jet-polarized glass of the helmet, onto that boy who was wailing-
"Shut up! Shut up!!" like a psycho man, closing both his ears so that, it would avoid mixing this head voice and the outer voice! However, error 404!
Abruptly- the forwardmost DTU swat, enunciated-
"The target has been identified! Shoot at my signal"
Excuse me, What?!