Chapter 1: Barry.
Barry walked into the foyer, and looked at the scene.
His mark apparently had a vendetta and left the party that was still brewing right down the street. The hotel was closed, but it seems that Mr. Zark knew a thing or two about locks. Now someone lay dead on the carpeted floor.
Is was not a regular night-shift worker, but a human who looked suspiciously like a gangster.
"Remember, don't let your mark make it to the hotel," Fishy had told him.
Well it seemed that Barry had already failed that, but when he had arrived at the raging party Mr. Zark had already fled. That froggit drove like a madhuman and it was hard to keep up.
Barry heard banging from somewhere further inside.
"OPEN UP YOU FOUL ELEVATOR!" Mr. Zark yelled.
Apparently he wasn't very smart.
Barry crept silently toward the noise, and eventually made it to his mark.
Mr. Zark wore red pajamas, and a bowler hat. He looked incredibly silly, and he was steaming mad.
"Why won't the elevator work!" He yelled. "Just because it's closed doesn't mean the elevator mustn't function!"
Barry aimed down the sight of his silenced pistol, and fired a bullet into the froggit's brain.
!
Barry dropped the body into the pool of one of Mr. Zark's vengeful neighbors. The neighbor who owned the massive pool was a pompous rich brat that always insulted Zark for being a painter.
Well, the thing about Mr. Zark being a painter was false. He killed two baby monsters and may have molested them, while he was supposedly busy painting. The world was safer now that Zark was dead.
Barry fled the scene, and stopped by a restaurant that was opened 24 hours on weekends. Barry came here often.
Barry walked in, and unsurprisingly no one was here to take orders. It was usually like that; the place was unpopular and the workers usually took very long breaks during this time.
Barry came here often, because there was a mirror propped up on the wall left of the entrance.
Barry looked at himself. He was a purple jigsawry with baseball cap. Not much to look at. He looked like a normal guy.
Barry sat down, and just stared at himself for a while. He wasn't sure why he was, or what he thought might change.
It was just him. Someone sad but with a noble purpose.
Barry got out of his trance. For some reason he wasn't interested in staring at himself anymore.
Noble purpose.
Barry walked out of restaurant quickly, unsure at what was bothering him but determined to get away nonetheless.
"Hey, sir."
Barry stopped, and turned around.
A monster that looked much like a white rabbit was looking at him.
"Were you waiting?" She asked. "Sorry I was on break, and nobody usually comes here."
Barry was silent for a little while, and then he spoke.
"It's fine, I wasn't ordering."
Barry walked away, and had no plans to return.