October 21st
Author's Notes: Okay, I'm not being paranoid; nobody on my alert list has updated in, like, two months. But, anyways... Hooray reviews! Hooray Slappy's death! Hooray read-this-chapter-and-review-it!
6:00 AM:
Someone was knocking at the door in Eddy's room. Eddy yawned and got up from his bed. He walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Kevin's dad, who was apparently very angry.
"Where's my son?" Kevin's dad asked angrily. "What?" Eddy asked in confusion. "I don't understand what you're—." "If you're trying to get rid of something you throw away, remember that trash doesn't come until Monday!" Kevin's dad said as he pulled out Kevin's hat. "There's blood on this!
"I knew you didn't like Kevin, but I never thought you'd stoop to murder!" Kevin's dad exclaimed.
Money:
He's got your number now…
"Please, let me explain!" Eddy pleaded. "I didn't kill him! He—!" "Tell it to the police!" Kevin's dad said angrily as he pulled out a handgun and pointed it at Eddy.
Money:
He knows just what you've done…
"Y-You've got a gun!" Eddy exclaimed in shock. "You're going to the police to explain what you've done with my son!" Kevin's dad demanded.
Money:
You've got nowhere to hide…
"Isn't this a little extreme?" Eddy asked in fear. "I don't care!" Kevin's dad exclaimed. "My son's probably dead and you're probably the one who did it!"
Money:
You've got nowhere to run…
"Have you told the police?" Eddy asked. "No." Kevin's dad answered. "They don't know anything; or, at least, they don't know anything yet."
Money:
He knows your life of crime…
"You're going to confess to whatever you did!" Kevin's dad ordered angrily.
Money:
I think it's suppertime
Kevin's dad angrily began leading Eddy out of his house through the kitchen. As Eddy walked, he could hear a voice singing.
Money:
He's got his facts all straight
You know he's on your trail
He's gonna turn you in…
They're gonna put you in jail!
He's got the goods, and I'm…
All set for suppertime
The two soon found themselves in the kitchen, where Money was sitting in the corner. Kevin's dad momentarily pointed the gun away from Eddy. "I have to go use the bathroom… if you run away I'll tell the police everything." He walked away and into the bathroom, leaving Eddy alone with Money.
Money:
Come on, come on
Think about all those offers!
Come on, come on
That Harley machine!
Come on, come on!
I swear on all my spores—
When he's gone, the world will be yours!
Kevin's dad exited from the bathroom. "Okay, let's go." He said calmly. "W-wait!" Eddy declared. "Kevin's not dead." "What?" Kevin's dad asked in a happy confusion. "Where is he?"
Eddy began struggling morally. Should he…? Maybe this would be the last time… maybe this was the end… it was so tempting… but, no he shouldn't! He wouldn't! He wasn't going to—
"I-In the plant." Eddy said nervously, a bit of guilt in his voice. Kevin's dad turned and looked at Money in confusion. "… He's in the plant?" He repeated as he faced Eddy again.
"Y-Yes." Eddy said with a nod. "How do I get him out?" Kevin's dad asked. "Just… just knock." Eddy said. "Knock?" Kevin's dad repeated. Confused, he walked over to Money and knocked on its pod. The pod opened wide and Kevin's dad looked inside.
12:00 PM:
Rolf walked out onto the farm, the blank mask in his pocket. "Rolf must test this mask of magic…" he said quietly. "VICTOR!"
The goat slowly trotted over to Rolf upon being called. Without any warning, Rolf shoved the blank mask onto Victor's head. Instantly, the mask changed into Kevin's face.
"Okay, why am I a goat?!" Kevin's head yelled in confusion as Victor's body walked him over to a small tuft of grass. "Wait, what? No-No! I don't want to eat g—." Victor's body shoved Kevin's face into the grass.
"Why are you now a mask, Kevin?" Rolf asked in confusion. "It's that thing inside the mask!" Kevin explained. "When we got the mask off, half of my soul was already inside the mask; Black Blood came in and got rid of most of my morals… now he's inside my body and I'm a mask!"
"This reminds Rolf of his great-great grandfather, Rolf." Rolf said. "You see, Rolf was told stories of Rolf all his childhood. Rolf was a great man; ten-times better than Rolf. Anyways, one day Rolf was out harvesting the vegetables, when Rolf's papa came out and told him the story of how Rolf—."
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Kevin yelled. "You both have the same name and you talk in the third person!" "Rolf doesn't speak in the third person!" Rolf exclaimed.
7:00 PM:
Jimmy happily sat in his bed, his book at his side. He drank his hot, chamomile tea cheerfully, unaware of the thing watching him from his mirror.
"Well, time to see how scary this book is!" Jimmy said happily as he opened The Evil Thing to its first page. The wind outside began blowing fiercely; leaves on the ground began dancing in the air.
Right there, on the first page, were four letters in a black box.
DO NOT READ ALOUD
"Don't read aloud?" Jimmy repeated, confused. Could it really be that scary? Jimmy eagerly turned to the next page and began reading out loud.
"The Evil Thing is a gruesome beast.
On living flesh, it loves to feast.
It's a two-headed thing that you don't wish to greet...
One head sucks your blood; one head chews your meat.
It carries its babies in slimy eggs on its back.
The babies are hungry when they hatch for a snack,
so the Evil Thing traps some poor victim alive,
for the babies to eat when their birthdays arrive,
but don't worry, don't cry, please don't have a fit...
The Evil Thing is not real unless you think about it."
Jimmy put the book down, only slightly afraid. It wasn't as scary as Wesley had made it seem… the Evil Thing did seem frightening, though.
11:30 PM:
Nazz hummed a song as she hauled the trash down to the curb. She stopped upon hearing something behind her. She turned around… and screamed at something large and frightening.
Somewhere far off at the same time, the Scarecrow laughed happily. That thing would start picking off Double D's friends, right before his eyes. That, coupled with the Audrey II called Money, would no-doubt convince him to return home, and surrender the key to Petrificia.
The Scarecrow laughed to himself as he picked up a rock. He began humming a creepy little song to himself as he tossed the rock around in his hand. He had no idea what Petrificia saw in Double D, nor did he care. Right now his only priority was the Evil Thing.