CHAPTER 37: 3 FROM HELL, PART 1
Without the obstacle of the Green Eye or any or the Hillwood Heroes standing in his way, the Freak is free to roam the streets of Hillwood on his own to further his own agenda. Despite his new powers and mastering them quite well, there is still many enemies on all his fronts: The Hillwood Heroes, 'Little' Nicky, and the National Guard itself all working separately, but with the shared goal of finding him.
If he is to get any further in the goal of defeating the Green Eye, he cannot do so alone. For someone as antisocial and dastardly as he is, the Freak realizes that it is time to finding others who share his interests. After all, if the Green Eye himself had a league of his own, it seemed only fair that the Freak himself should have one, too.
Recalling his rebirth in a hospital bed and bizarre dream he had experienced, he remembered the 3 individuals that he was shown in his vision:
Willie, the Jolly Olly man...
Wolfgang, the school bully...
And Lila Sawyer, the 'perfect' girl in school.
Setting out into the town, avoidant of the occasional National Guardsman that would come his way, the Freak set out on his mission to find the 3 that would serve his goals, eager to see what kind of people they each are now. Not because he wished to see how much they've changed as people, mind you...
...but to see how far he can bring them into depravity.
A big city can be a beautiful place to live in. For those looking for a lifestyle that keeps one busy, one can find content with a small apartment, walk their way to work and enjoy the sounds of life, get a quick and tasty meal from a small restaurant, and head home satisfied with their day. It is not a lifestyle for most, but it is one that many enjoy and take pride in.
For those without a home in a big city, it can be a horrible place to live in as well. Those disenfranchised and down on their luck on the economic ladder are forced to the streets for lack of a place to live, and are forced to spend many of their hours begging for spare change or eating scraps from dumpsters. It is a lifestyle that many people are forced into, and it is not something anyone can find pride in nor endure.
The former Jolly Olly man named Willie is one of those people forced onto the streets for survival. Once, he was an ice cream salesman known as a Jolly Olly man, giving delicious frozen treats to the youth of Hillwood. Following a streak of 57 jobs prior, he has at least lost his 58th, all for a transgression outside of his job. Now, rejected by the last person he had to trust, his father who also was his boss, he lives alone on the streets.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
The summer days scorch hot on him, and he wished for a home where he could allow himself to be shielded from the sun. The dark nights freeze him to his core, leaving him wishing for a warm blanket and a peaceful sleep. He had such necessities before, seeming like luxuries in the past, and he had wished he never took it for granted.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
What leaves his predicament all the worse is not the lack of a home or anything to fill his time with other than spending his collections on beer and drinking himself away, but the incessant hunger that continues to torment him. He has eaten enough to survive, but his belly continues to call for it to be filled. He does not understand why this strange hunger plagues him, but all he wishes for is that it would stop.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
Trying once again to alleviate the hunger, Willie took to a nearby dumpster, searching for anything that would relieve him at least temporarily of the starvation eating away at him. Taking a dive into the waste receptacle, he wades through the trash to find some form of edible substance, perhaps a half-eaten burger or a partially-moldy fruit, hoping he could find anything that would stave his hunger again.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
A foreign noise among the garbage had managed to catch his attention, putting his search for a meal on a temporary pause. Digging into the trash for the source of this noise, Willie had found among the trash a baby, left to fend for itself in this garbage bin all on its own; an occurrence in Hillwood not that uncommon, as famously made noticed by the travelling young man named Stoop Kid.
Normally, the very sight of a child would make him grow full of rage; unable to focus past how young life bring him torment. For years, he had taken whatever pleasure he could out of his job price gouging children and mocking them relentlessly, blaming them for his own troubles.
But, seeing this helpless baby thrown away, he cannot do so.
Seeing this particular child so young and so helpless among the garbage, he cannot help but feel a sense of pity for the baby. Watching it cry on its own, left in a mess of its own filth, he found a sense of sympathy with the child. Viewing it among the trash, left alone, unloved, and forgotten, he realized that he and this baby were not so different.
Unable to leave it alone, Willie proceeded to take the child out of the dumpster, giving it some much-needed care.
"There, there. It's okay. You don't have to cry. I'm all alone, too. Here, let's get you taken care of." Willie said.
Stepping out of the dumpster with the baby in his arms, Willie set it down, removing its diaper and subsequently disposing of it. Reaching back into the dumpster for whatever supplies he could use, he salvaged a half-empty pack of baby wipes and a torn t-shirt, using the former to cleanse the infant and the latter to clothe it decently.
Taking the baby in his arms, Willie began to gently hop it up and down, letting it give out some happy giggles. Seeing this innocent child made happy following an unknown period of time among trash, something of a smile began to come to his own face as well. For all the years of hating children so long, how ironic it seemed to be that a child had brought him hope in a time of need.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
However, even with this temporary reprieve, he still cannot shake the relentless feeling of hunger that continued to torment him. Still in need of finding himself a meal, as well as having another mouth to feed, the search for finding something that could qualify as his dinner was still in need of fulfillment.
But, while looking upon the child, something different happened.
Remembering the instance of eating a cockroach on his living room floor, he recalled the excitement and satisfaction of consuming something with life. He loved the feeling of ending its life and making its body part of his own; digesting it and breaking it down to become calories and nutrients to continue his life.
Looking on the child, the same desire began to return again.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
Realizing the obscenity and the immorality of the very thought that entered his head, Willie quickly but gently set the baby down, stepping away from it to clear his head. Despite having making many mistakes and very bad decisions, the idea that sprung into his head was one that he could not bring himself to consummate.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
Through it all, however, the hunger continued to make the thought run in his head, to make him think the unthinkable; forcing him to conceive the inconceivable. Such a moral line has never been passed before by anyone else in Hillwood, and he was nowhere near ready to cross it, not that he could even bring himself to do it anyway.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
Still, the hunger will not go away, and the temptation still remains, leaving him unable to do anything more than stay locked in his head; fighting his own thoughts. Grasping his head in frustration, Willie fell to the ground, crying and screaming at the terrible thoughts in his mind to go away, but they do not.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
"Oh, god, am I really going crazy?! Did I seriously just think that?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why can't I get rid of this feeling?!" Willie shouted.
"Well, a lot of people go through what you're feeling. You'll start to grow hair in funny places and start thinking about girls, then you'll find out how to make white stuff come out of your pee-pee." A voice said.
Hearing a sinister voice come from over his shoulder, Willie looked over it to find the Freak smiling at him. Coming face-to-face with a mass murderer, his first instincts drove him to jump back, cowering at the side of the dumpster. A pair of wide and terrified eyes nearly popped out of his own head, locked with the calm and cold eyes of the Freak. At least his focus on the hunger was gone for the moment.
"Hi there." The Freak said.
"Oh, Jesus... Oh, Jesus Christ!" Willie said.
"No, no, I'm the Freak. I get confused with that guy all the time. I have no idea why, guess it's just because that we're both suckers for punishment... or all the women who love us and worship us."
"Don't kill me, please! Please don't kill me!"
"Why not? You've been thinking all morning about dying, starting from when you got fired by your dad and evicted from your house."
Willie's fear quickly turned to intrigue; his terrified expression changing to confusion and curiousity.
"What the- How'd you know that?" Willie asked.
"I just happened to get a little 'gift' from the Green Eye. Like him, I can look inside your heart and mind and feel your emotions just like you do. I don't normally feel a lot of anything on a normal basis, so, I gotta say, it looks like it really sucks to have any feelings. But that's not what's on my mind right now. What's on my mind is that little thought that was on your mind. That dirty little thought you were just dying to get rid of a minute ago." The Freak said.
"The... You saw the-"
"Oh, yeah. I can feel that little hunger in your mind, telling you to turn on that little baby. You hated kids your whole life. I don't have to be in your head to tell you that; I was one of your customers back in the day. Why do you care about this little rugrat all of a sudden?"
Willie stood up from the ground, turning to look over his newly befriended baby. Taking the infant in his arms, he continued to hold it and watch it smile in content.
"I don't know. All the kids I've met, they were all just little kids, but I've never really been around babies before. Maybe I've just been on these streets too long already, but... It just looks so helpless and alone." Willie said.
"Then there's even less reason to care so much about it. Why waste your time over something that doesn't do anything but eat and shit?" The Freak asked.
"Well, it's... It reminds me of myself. Left all alone to fend for myself. My father, he... He always pushed me on and on to be a successful man, but never showed me how to do it. He just pushed me down whenever I didn't do anything right. Hell, after I got fired from 57 jobs, he eventually gave me one as an ice cream truck driver until I got fired from that one, too."
"Ooh, daddy issues, huh? Let's take ourselves a closer look, shall we?"
The Freak laid his hands on Willie's head, delving himself deeper into his mind and viewing all of its inner workings. Scratching at the mere surface brought him bits and pieces of information, but his deeper dive had brought him more and more juicier material for him to work through.
Living through Willie's childhood, watching him being beaten by his father through the eyes of the victim, the Freak took his own notes of how to use these memories to further his own agenda. Each laceration of pain of the leather belt that Willie took in this memory, the Freak, too, experienced, but did not carry the trauma of the strike with it; seeming to enjoy the abuse from an outsider's view.
"YOU'RE A LOSER, WILLIE! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A GODDAMN LOSER!" Willie's father shouted.
Taking Willie by the head, his father placed him in front of a mirror, making him take note of his thin and sickly build.
"LOOK AT YOU! YOU CAN'T CARRY OUT A FEW SIMPLE CHORES, YOU'RE TOO WEAK! YOU CAN'T HOLD ANY MUSCLE ON YOUR BONES! YOU'RE A WIMP, BOY!" Willie's father shouted.
"Dad, please stop! I can't help it, I just don't know what's wrong with me!" Willie pleaded.
"I KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU! YOU'RE A LAZY LITTLE BASTARD! ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS EAT ALL THE FOOD! YOU THINK I'M MADE OF MONEY?!"
"But I'm so hungry, dad! If you won't feed me more at dinner, can't you at least give me an ice cream bar once and a while? You've got plenty to sell and they look so tasty-"
Willie received another smack from the leather belt of his father, this time taking a strike across the face, leaving in its path a cut into his flesh.
"AGAIN WITH YOUR STUPID CONSTANT NEED TO EAT! LEARN TO BE THANKFUL FOR WHAT YOU'VE GOT, BOY! YOU'VE GOT TO WORK HARD IF YOU WANT TO EARN YOUR FOOD!" Willie's father said.
Putting himself back in the present, the Freak returned to his own consciousness, carrying with him some of the memory of Willie's traumatic past. Willie, too, was forced to relive this memory, leaving him shaking in terror of having to relive this image that remained in his head.
"Damn. Your dad knows how to handle a whip. At least we know that you definitely weren't conceived in missionary." The Freak said.
"How did you... do that? That... I tried so long to try to get rid of that memory, but you just brought it right back up." Willie said.
"I told you; what the Green Eye can do, I can do, plus more. Like him, I can read you like an open book, and see just how you became the screwed up asshole you are. So, you just wanted to be a big boy, but you just never grew enough for the big-boy pants, all because that stingy father of yours wouldn't feed you enough. And then he had the gall to demand you get stronger on your own. I can see it now; you were put down for just wanting a little more food as a kid, and that bled over into your hate for all children. That's why you always hated kids, didn't you? They remind you of when you were weak and malnourished. When you were hungry."
Hearing his life dissected in such a precise and exact way all from the simple input of one traumatic memory, Willie grew dead silent for a long period. Going over all the thoughts placed in his head, he understood that the reasons presented for his issues were all completely true.
To further confirm his point, the Freak pulled up Willie's shirt, showing his skin tightly gripping against his bones and barely any show of muscle on his arms.
"You never had enough to eat as a kid because your greedy father was too big a penny-pincher, and it left you a little weak wimp, didn't it?" The Freak asked.
"Y-Yes... That's right..." Willie said.
"Well, not to worry. I know just the solution for all your problems. I know you're so hungry. I know that you just want to eat. I know you want to be a big and strong boy. How about you start hanging with me? I can make you a strong man at last. You'll never have to take shit from your father or anybody else again, and you can eat all you want, because I know just the thing you want to eat."
"What do you mean?"
The Freak took a look at the baby as it laid comfortably in the dumpster, with Willie sharing a look at it.
"You thought of it first. Don't you want to see what its guts taste like?" The Freak asked.
"What?! No, no, no! I can't do that! It's just... I know I'm not a good guy, but... that's just a line I can't go back from!" Willie said.
"Willie, my friend, lines are made to be crossed. You know that you hate kids. This one's gonna grow into a kid someday. Why not snuff it out now before it gets to that point?" The Freak asked.
"But... I just changed its diaper and tried to care for it. That makes me responsible for its life, I think."
"So what? My parents changed my diapers and were responsible for my life, but I killed 'em both. The whole 'parental love' thing ain't as strong as people like to make it out to be. I thought you, of all people, should know that."
"But... But I can't..."
"Ugh. This is taking too long. Let me give you a little help."
Placing his hand back on Willie's head, the Freak began altering his perception of reality, changing the environment to suit the needs fit for furthering his plans. For this situation, he chose to take Willie's perception of the baby and alter it into something he would have far less pity for.
The look of the baby's skin seemed to elicit feelings of hunger and excitement, as if Willie were looking at a finely-cooked meal. The smell of its skin and body seemed to be all the strong, with a sense of savoriness in the smells of the baby's body odor. Every part of the infant seemed to provoke all feelings of hunger, driving him out of his mind.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
Unable to control himself for much longer, Willie pickup up the baby and made a small nick to its cheek, drawing a drop of blood and some cries from the baby. Taking the blood in his fingertip, he licked on the red fluid, tasting the contents for himself. The salty and savory taste of the blood fed his hunger even further, leading him to lose the last remnants of his own self-control.
He feels the hunger bite at his mind.
Then, he took a bite of the baby.
[Soundtrack Cue: Cannibal Corpse - Necropedophile]
Digging his teeth into the belly of the infant, ripping off a chunk of flesh from its body, the baby screeched in pain; far beyond the normal cries one would expect from a neonate. Devoid of any skin covering its stomach, its muscles were left exposed in the air, contoured to show some bones beneath.
Still hungry with a sack of meat in his arms, Willie took another bite into the baby, ripping away more skin from its body. The entire front of its body was now completely exposed to the elements, and its face nearly turned purple from all the screaming it was letting out. Its suffering was great, but far from over.
The skin of the baby was undoubtedly delicious to Willie, its innocent and unblemished flesh tasting clean and smooth, but the meat below was left making him crave it more. Tearing through the baby's muscles, what undeveloped ones that lay in its body, Willie began consuming them as well, drawing even more screams from the baby.
Its muscles, its meat; words for the taste could not come to the mouth of Willie even as the food remained in his. The taste of the meat was like the most tender veal, and the taste a juicy savoriness and sweetness unmatched to anything else he had ever eaten before.
With the skin and muscles gone, the baby's organs were out and exposed; all laid bare for Willie like a buffet of different treats. Picking the baby up in the air, he let the organs dump out from its body and into his mouth, gulping down the guts and innards of the infant in an instant.
Those organs that would not fall out so easily he reached in and snatched out, tearing them from their resting places and finishing them down. Among those removed and consumed organs were the baby's lungs, leaving its screams no longer audible with no air to carry the sounds.
Preparing to finish the last of the baby's organs, Willie held the baby by its head, pushing his thumbs into the soft spot of its head. Digging deep into the skull of the infant, he pulled its skull wide open, prying the bone apart and exposing the brain. Grabbing the brain in his hand, he devoured it in seconds, finishing off the last of the pieces of the baby keeping it alive, leaving nothing in his hands but a sack of meat.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
After finishing off the last bits of the baby; chewing its arms and legs clean, devouring its genitals in one bite, gulping down its eyeballs, and eating off the last of its skin, Willie had finished his meal. Left with nothing more in his arms except for a bloody skeleton with small chunks of flesh that used to be a living person, he was left of two minds.
Of one mind, he had not only ended a human life, and not only ended the most innocent form of human life there is, but he ended it in the most painful and immoral manner possible. Eating its flesh and body with nothing left to be mourned over and even without a name to die with, and having shared some sympathy for this creature moments ago, there was a strain of guilt that overcame him.
On the other hand, consuming the baby's body and making it a part of its own, Willie found his needs of hunger finally fulfilled at last. The hunger no longer bit at his mind. His body, after many years of undernourishment at both his father's and his own hands, he had felt some peace of mind in finally having a decent meal.
Brought to his knees, Willie began crying and laughing hysterically; tears pouring down his face as laughter flowed from his mouth. His pleasures and guilt collided to a bizarre mixture of emotion comparable to only the highest and most spiritual of a drug trip, and describable only by the most indulgent of psychonauts.
The Freak, having watched the terrible show of violence and immorality with great pleasure, smiled at the end result of the show. Laying a proud hand on Willie's shoulder, he laid down a hearty pat, encouraging him to continue letting out his emotions. After letting him cry and laugh for a good measure of time, waiting for him to come to a point where his emotions died down, the Freak asked him...
"So, tell me. How did it taste?" The Freak asked.
Following a few deep breaths, a smile finally came to Willie's face, with a reply soon leaving it as well.
"Tasted like chicken." Willie said.
"Not the most original, are we? Well, that's okay, it doesn't have to be funny to be a classic." The Freak said.
"Who cares about jokes? That was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. I never knew I could just eat the little bastards that tortured me all these years. Almost feels like a waste."
"Well, if you're still hungry, I know the school bus routes where we can get you a buffet, assuming the routes haven't changed since I was in school."
"Oh, no, no. I don't want any more kids yet. I want someone specific."
"Really? And who-"
With a small glimpse into Willie's mind, the Freak instantly saw who he meant, and chuckled at the idea that sprung into his head.
"Oh, right, of course." The Freak said.
With all trucks sent on their routes at the Jolly Olly truck station, the manager, who also happened to be Willie's father, wrapped up the last remnants of paperwork to be handled. Taking the files in his hands and letting them drop on the table, he sorted them evenly to set them away nice and neat.
Before, he would have had his share of problems with Willie on the beginning of his shift, whether it be scolding him for moving too slowly in his work or questioning his lowering profits, but, today, he finds no such problems. Having fired his son once and for all seems to have finally paid out in his favor, without any sort of blowback...
...until today.
"FATHER!" Willie shouted.
Hearing the voice of his son shouted across the hall in the station, a sense of confusion and anger both befell Willie's father, both regarding his return to the station. Though the confusion was set in from the unexpected appearance from his son, his anger drove him to eliminate the problem altogether.
Stepping to his desk and pulling out his revolver, Willie's father proceeded to walk down to the source of his son's voice, cocking back the hammer to use the weapon on his own offspring. Reaching the bay holding the remaining ice cream trucks, he found Willie standing alone in wait for him, holding a smile on his face.
"I told you I never wanted to see you again." Willie's father said.
"I know. I don't want to see you again, either. But don't worry; we won't see each other ever again after today." Willie said.
"You got that right. Now, before I perform a very belated abortion on you like I should have done in the first place when I knocked up your dumb teenage mother, you mind telling me why you had the nerve to show your face here again?"
"It's because something very special happened to me today, father. Something that really changed my life forever, and all for the better."
"Yeah, what? You got some other loser woman to baby you?"
"No, but speaking of babies... I ate one."
The anger that Willie's father held soon was watered down with a sense of confusion and uncertainty; not sure what to make of the sentence that his son just said.
"Come again?" Willie's father asked.
"I ate a baby. Alive. It was this poor little thing that was left in a dumpster, probably some dumped prom date who left it there, so I decided to put it out of its misery. I had to get a little help to bring myself to do it, but the deed was done. When I finished, though, I finally realized something. All those years, I was surrounded by those little devils, demanding I feed them. All this time, they could've been feeding me. I had no idea how much I was a real people person." Willie said.
"You disgusting-"
Willie's father aimed his revolver at his son, preparing to pull back on the trigger and fire a bullet straight through his head. Before he could finally end his son's life, however, a hand reached out and snatched the revolver out of his own, leaving him unarmed. Seeing who had taken his weapon away, he quickly wished that he wasn't unarmed before this person.
"Hi there." The Freak said.
"Jesus!" Willie's father said.
"Again with you people and the Jesus comparisons. You guys have some really flawed moral compasses. And coming from me, that really says something."
Leaving his attention away from Willie's father for a moment, the Freak wielded the revolver he snatched away from him, taking a moment to inspect the weapon. The revolver was a Smith & Wesson Model 629 with a 6.5 inch barrel, chambered in .44 magnum rounds, all with a silver finish.
".44 magnum. The most powerful handgun in the world, according to Eastwood. I've seen better, but not many." The Freak said.
Taking aim with his new revolver, the Freak pointed right at Willie's father's chest, cocking back the hammer.
"Hey, don't you dare! He's mine!" Willie said.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Willie." The Freak said.
Aiming instead at his kneecaps, the Freak shot out both, bringing him falling to the ground and screaming in pain.
"Just warming him up for you." The Freak said.
Watching his father cry in pain on the ground, being left at his mercy, Willie gave a smile.
"Why, thank you." Willie said.
Approaching his father, Willie looked down on the man as he continued to groan in pain; bleeding out from his destroyed kneecaps, his legs barely holding onto his body by mere threads of muscle keeping them in place. He was surely to never walk again so long as he lived, but it would not matter in a few moments.
"Fine, Willie, you got me, okay? You finally got me. But you're not gonna scare me with this stupid act. If you wanna kill me, just kill me already. Don't waste my time with this 'bigger man than you' crap. You'll never be a real man. You're still just a goddamn pussy and a stupid weak boy." Willie's father said.
"That's a lot of big words from somebody with no more knees. But that's okay, I can make sure the rest of you doesn't go to waste." Willie said.
"What? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm just starting to wonder how adults taste compared to babies."
Licking his lips for the next meal he was about to consume, Willie put a look of terror on his father's face; not expecting to die in such an inhumane way.
"You were supposed to be my father. That means you were supposed to feed me and take care of me. You sure as hell didn't take care of me before, but, now, you're gonna feed me real well. Really well." Willie said.
"What-?! No, Willie, don't! Don't-!" Willie's father tried to say.
Lunging at his downed father, Willie began tearing at his flesh, ripping apart skin and muscle and pulling from his body. As his father screamed and curdled in agony at the attack, Willie chowed down on each chunk of flesh taken away, consuming his father piece by piece.
Where his eating of the unnamed baby was slow to savor the flavor, Willie did not concern himself with the taste of his father. Instead, he was only concerned about ending his life as quickly as possible, but ensuring to make him suffer during his departure from the land of the living.
Despite his agony leaving him barely able to remain consciousness, Willie's father shared a few last words of defiance as his son ate through his guts.
"CHOKE ON 'EM! CHOKE ON 'EM!" Willie's father shouted.
Finally, with no more organs in his body to sustain his life, Willie's father died; his life ended by the hands of his abused son. Having finally gained his revenge against the man who both brought him into the world and ruined his life, Willie's reaction was quite different from when he had consumed the baby. Rather than feeling a phenomenal high, he felt a sense of relief; happy that this monster was gone at last.
"And how did he compare?" The Freak asked.
"A little gamey, but not bad. I think I might prefer the younger meat." Willie said.
"I figured as much."
"Well... I finally got rid of this bastard once and for all. Now what am I supposed to do?"
"Glad you asked that. It just so happens that I'm looking for a few bad men like you, making my own little evil version of the Hillwood Heroes. You want in? Just kill some of the people I wanna kill, and you can have as many little brats as you can eat."
"Heh... I like the sound of that."
"Is that a yes?"
"It is... but just one more thing first."
Wiping the blood off his mouth, Willie took off his stained shirt, tossing it aside to adopt a different set of clothing. Heading to a nearby wardrobe of uniforms, he took out a clean, new Jolly Olly uniform and put it on, completing it with the cap. Dressed in his uniform once again, Willie tugged on the clothing, giving a sigh of content.
"All those years of wearing that thing to serve ice cream to kids, and you wanna wear it again?" The Freak asked.
"It was when I was forced to serve little kids that I was wearing this. This time around, I want this uniform to make them fear me. I'm not some little skinny punk named Willie anymore. I'm the Jolly Olly Man, and I don't feed kids, kids feed me." Willie said.
"You wanna call yourself 'The Jolly Olly Man'? Even after you hated this job for so long?"
"Well, I should have a cool name like you, shouldn't I? Why not take something that kids trust and make it something they should be afraid of?"
"Hmm. Not bad. Fine then, 'Jolly Olly Man', we've still got two more people to pick up. You good to drive?"
"Sure. Where do we go first?"
"The Danger Zone. I know this one guy that'll be great for our little cause."
Taking a spare truck, the Freak and the Jolly Olly Man drove the vehicle out of the station, proceeding to make their way to retrieve the next member of their new team of supervillains. Used to driving the truck at a slow pace to attract children, the thrill of driving the truck faster was invigorating to the Jolly Olly Man, as if he were riding off into a new beginning of his life.
"So, tell me: Who's this guy we're picking up next?" Jolly Olly Man asked.
"He's a Grade-A shithead of the highest degree: A Nazi, perfect for what we need His name's Wolfgang." The Freak said.