SHE PRACTICALLY KNOCKED THE WIND OUT OF HIM. HE’S C A C K L I N G. HE MISSED HER, TOO!

❝ WHERE WAS I?? WHERE WERE YOU, ANGEL BABY? FUCK IT, I DON’T EVEN CARE. YOU’RE HERE NOW, AIN’T ‘CHA? THAT’S WHAT MATTERS! ❞ he’d be damned if anyone took away his angel baby ever again. he’d die first, and he doesn’t die easy.

❝ THIS IS A NIGHTMARE COME TRUE, ‘N I’M LIVIN’ FOR IT! ❞ murder without consequence ; this truly was everything they could ever ask for.

❝ no fuckin’ way, no fuckin’ way—! ❞ he’s more than enthralled, as they skip through the fog together with murderous intent.

he grew quiet, examining each little detail, before his pale hand reached that familiar door. hearing its old creak as he pushed it forward, a wicked smile began to creep over his visage. ❝ holy miss moley. . . it’s all here. . . ❞

holy miss moley, got me a live one!

damn you

i’m gonna use that little guy for a new art project. found myself lackin’ the proper tools before, but his innards ‘ll do just fine.

your worst fuckin’ nightmare.

positive, boy. y’ain’t seen shit, yet.

skinny?? i’ll wear your friends as masks, make that nickname a reality! hope you like what you see. . . hope you like what you see!

gonna hog it all to yourself or share?

‘as if i’d share it with you, blondie.’ that’s what they all say. now hand me a piece of that fancy feast before i lose my damn mind.

i could, but they’d be puppy tears. why’re ya hoggin’ it all to yourself anyway?

but it could be ours.

not like that, rabbit. i just want some blood.

fine. n’ when i do, you won’t get any.

but it’s so much fun when you’ve got someone to share it with! maybe you’d like it better if baby got to ya before i did. she was always better at bein’. . . what’s the word. . . ‘personable.’

you may not, but the hunger does. we’re a little dysfunctional, but you’ll get used to it.