Kevin smiled and waved back, “It sure has been a while since I’ve seen you, how are you?”
The mun had just hung up from yet another odd phone call from Kevin. An urgent meeting in his office, he said, couldn’t say anything more than that. They were listening he whispered into the receiver, there was no discernible emotion detected in his voice. The cheeriness he used to talk with everyone else had faded long ago when speaking to his Mod.
She had been gone for some time now. He’s had nearly two months to sit and think about it and by all means there was no intention for anything other than a victor standing over the cold lifeless body of the other. It’s all for fun and games but he planned to make it quick, however he could not say how much it would weigh on the scale of pain.
Three quick knocks on the door. He turned in his chair and looked at the small figure through the frosted glass of the door to his office, it was none other than her. Her hair tied up as usual and her annoyed muttering was what signaled to him that it was her. “Come in, Al. We need to talk.” She sighs and walks to the nearest chair, each step squished underneath her boots.
"Did you… redecorate?" She asked him looking down and noticing that the carpet was much soggier than before, worth about say, six adult bodies drained and then strung across the room. He even had corpses cut, mutilated, and pieced together into the shape of a Christmas tree. The head of the old intern sat at the top to serve as the star. An evil smirk spread across his lips as he handed over a contract. The mun stared at him and even laughed, this wasn’t happening. On who’s terms were things going to happen?
"This is a joke, Kevin. I gave you everything you needed and now you’re handing me a contract. I should be handing you a fuckin’ contract.”
"That is not how things are going to work around here. I’ll read you the terms and you’re going to accept them." He snapped his fingers as the intestines ripped out of his last victim came to life and bound her arms and legs to the chair she was sitting on. "Why struggle?" he snickered, getting up from his seat, walking towards her to stroke her on the cheek. "Now, we can get to the good stuff." He stuck a dagger into her abdomen, "We’ll talk tomorrow, let’s just see how long you last like this." Kevin smiled briefly and kissed her on the forehead. "Let’s see how you like being left to die."
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If at first you don’t succeed, cry, cry, again.
what IF THIS IS LIKE THAT EPISODE OF PHINEAS AND FERB WHERE -PHINEAS AND FERB DONT DO ANYTHING AND SO CANDACE GETS PARANOID BUT INSTEAD OF PHINEAS AND FERB ITS ALL OF NIGHT VALE AND CANDACE IS STEVE CARLSBERG
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