Coin Eater

William was dead, and had been for almost year by now. The trail had gone cold, and newspapers had moved on. This is what he assumed, it's hard to tell in a box. Even if this isn't the expected kind of box. This box was very full, William wasn't the only occupant. There were wires, and lights, and a screen.

This strange box was in a room, William knew that much,he'd been staring at the walls for a while now. From dry, to drippy, to dry again. If he could close his eyes, he'd be able to picture the place perfectly. The garish carpet, The rows of cabinets, the halogen lights, the cobwebs and dust. But he couldn't close his eyes, he couldn't move.

Because William was dead, and more specifically, stuffed inside an arcade cabinet. Rattling around somewhere in between the circuit boards and dessicated dangly bits, William was awake, and William was angry, and for the first time in a long time there were lights, there was power. It opening time.