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“This is getting boring,” Joseph sat in the chair. Well, sat was a generous term, he was slowly sliding down it while fiddling with his sword simultaneously. Mary nodded as she leaned back in her own chair, legs crossed.
“It’s so-called ‘break day’. Which meant no matches at all today,” Mary sighed, “We can go over to their side of the manor, you know?”
“Last time you did that, there was pandemonium,” Jack reached out to a glass of water with his hand without the claw. His mask was brushed off gently to the side, letting his hair get into his face.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” Mary twirled her glass shard around. “How mad do you think the survivors would be if we crashed their day off?”
“Depends on what we do,” Joseph sat upright, now paying attention. “What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t have a clear picture exactly,” Mary admitted. “I was thinking of making it up on the way.” Joseph groaned, leaning backwards into his chair and resting his boots on the table.
“Hm, I did manage to intimidate Lucky Guy into dropping his flare gun in a match earlier this week,” Jack brought up. “I still have it. About time it’s used, for terror purposes, of course.”
It was at this time Robbie walked in on the three hunters bored out of their minds. Mary smiled, “Hey Robbie, do you need to do anything?”
“Nope! What do you want to do, Miss Mary?” The young boy, while he might’ve seemed innocent enough, had gone along with Mary’s plans far too many times to remain so. However, this knowledge was only known to the Hunters. The Survivors didn’t know the menace that is Robbie when he and Mary got up to some sort of plan to annoy the Survivors.
“Mister Jack here says he got a flare gun, so you would have to take it and go to the Survivors’ side of the manor……” Mary carefully detailed whatever sort of plan she had just come up with. Joseph cocked his head, grinning and standing up when she was done.
“I am getting my camera and recording this,” He stifled a laugh. “You want to come with me, Jack?”
Jack shrugged, “Why not? We’re bored anyway. It would be fun to see them panic like the chaotic little shits they are.”
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Emma was filling up a glass of water by the sink when she heard footsteps. She didn’t expect to find Robbie, holding a flare gun (Where did he even get one?!), looking up at her amidst the other Survivors making the most out of their day off. She was stunned to the point of just calmly stating, “That’s a child with a gun.”
Tracy tried to get ahold of the situation, or at least know what’s going on. Key word: Try. “Robbie…… How did you get a gun?”
Robbie just grinned (the little opening in his sash widening towards the side as indication) but made no answer, just a small giggle as he waved the gun around. Tracy slowly backed away, hands in the air. “I’m not dealing with this on my day off.”
“I’m calling the police,” Luca said, reaching for the telephone they had, forgetting that it wouldn’t reach anyway. “They hung up.” He announced with a disappointed tone, slotting the phone neatly back into place and keeping his eyes on the child Hunter with a flare gun.
Victor silently lifted Wick up in his arms and left the room.
Mike sat on the counter, holding a bag containing white powder. He noticed Robbie eyeing it. “It’s just sugar.” He took a fistful and popped it in his mouth. Margaretha cooed, “Aww, he looks cute with a gun.”
“Do you even know how to shoot the gun?” Kevin leaned closer, fingers tight on his lasso if it came down to him lassoing the gun away from Robbie, he’s up for the job. Robbie cocked the gun in his direction. “Ah fuck, he knows how.”
“Who sent you?” Patricia demanded. “Which Hunter? Michiko? Is that payback for me harassing her in tarot the other day?” Robbie just cocked his head in confusion, the gun still pointed in Kevin’s direction.
Aesop, much like Victor, exited the scene quietly. He had a feeling he knew who was behind it, or at least, who was involved with this whole thing. His suspicions were confirmed when he caught someone muffling snickers standing behind a camera positioned to capture the Survivors’ images perfectly. Aesop didn’t understand how the others didn’t notice.
“Were you behind this?” Aesop walked up to Joseph, who shook his head.
“It’s Mary,” He explained. “I’m just filming it. I’m bored, do you want to join the spectators’ circle? Jack should be back soon with drinks and Mary with snacks.”
Aesop shrugged, why not, after all? He himself was getting bored anyway.
Back to the chaos, Norton threw a magnet at Robbie while backing off to the edge of the room. “Back off-”
“Okay everyone, I got this.” Demi knelt in front of Robbie. “How about we trade? I’ll give you this, and you give me the gun?” Robbie knew full well what Demi was offering and he knew full well how he was definitely not supposed to receive it, so he accepted it.
“Demi- Did you just give Robbie alcohol?” Emma questioned. Demi froze. “Oh- Yeah…… That was dumb. Please give it back.” Robbie got his gun back when handing Demi her Dovlin back, putting the group back to square one.
“No- Robbie look at me,” Martha commanded. “You see this? This is a flare gun too. Remembering all those ballooned survivors when we were playing Pack Hunter? Yeah- Remember those flares- I’m sorry that was mean here just take mine.” Martha relented when Robbie assumed a stance that’s never failed in getting what he wanted, handing him her own flare gun.
“Martha what the fu-”
Andrew shook his head and made his way out of the room, not wanting to deal with this any longer.
“Why are you here?” Eli took a wary look at the flare guns in Robbie’s hands. “Why won’t you leave?”
“Please just- Why won’t you leave?” Kurt hid behind the counter. He was so tempted to activate his book and turn small, but there were no grass patches for him to hide in.
“I’m hiding in the locker now,” Lucky’s voice rang out from the orange locker the manor owner kept in the common area.
“Y’now I kinda want him to shoot me,” Naib threw his hands up in the air. “So when Jack asks ‘Oh Naib how did you die’ I can tell him that I got shot by a child with a gun! ”
“Yeah- It’s not easy to hit a moving target,” William started moving like he was kiting.
“William the flare gun tracks you-”
Bang
“You have to leave,” Freddy said drily, sipping on a mug of black coffee amidst a cloud of red smoke.