Sweet Tooth

The Hyena named Needles looked at the weasel standing on the other end of the arena, clenching his controller. all that could go through Needles' mind was why he was here.

It was about a year ago before Needles even existed, there was a Hyena named Marcus who recently got a job driving a truck which read "Mr. Frosty's Tasty Treats" It was an old step-van converted into an Ice Cream truck which Marcus cared about. He seemed to enjoy handing out Ice cream to the local kids, even though there was a darker part of him that he wasn't yet aware of. It was a day like any other during that hot summer and that meant people would be wanting Ice Cream.

Marcus stood in His truck awaiting customers as he rinsed his trusty ice cream scoop under the water, which served the purpose of wetting the scoop so it could cut the Ice Cream better, it also cleaned the scoop. eventually, a group of kids approached the truck as Marcus smiled in his usually cheery attitude.

"What can I get for you boys and girls, one at a time please?" Marcus replied as the first kid was a horse wanted a scoop of salty caramel vanilla as Marcus held up his scoop opening the cooler. He looked down on the buckets of sweet ice cream in various colors and flavors running the metal scoop across the Caramel vanilla forming a ball, with a flick of his wrist the ball landed on a cone before Marcus handed it to the horse who handed him a dollar and some coins. He did the same routine with all the kids for the rest of the day.

After the busy day, Marcus checked the register writing the total amount he made and calculating the sales as there was a knock on the side door to his truck. Marcus undid the door, folding it down as he poked his head out of the side window.

"Sorry sir, I was counting up my totals, I'm not allowed to make any sales," Marcus said to the wolf who stood on the other side of the truck with his paws in his pockets, wearing a hoodie as he just looked at him.

"I'll make this quick, just give me the green stuff and I'll be on my way," The wolf said as Marcus let out a mild laugh, which was a bad habit, catching this he coughed.

"I'm sorry sir, but we're out of Mint Chocolate Chip, try on Friday when we get the new stock" Marcus replied as the wolf smirk reaching into the pocket. Given how friendly Marcus was had not known what was going on as the wolf pulled a gun from his pocket.

"I think you misunderstand what I'm getting at" the wolf stated as Marcus looked at the gun as he made the conclusion he was being robbed. Marcus quickly put his paws up not wanting any trouble as the wolf handed him a plastic bag.

"Sir I.. ha.. I can't do this. haha," Marcus giggled as he always did whenever he was nervous. If Marcus' boss found out he emptied the money to a robber he might be fired. The wolf simply cocked his gun aiming it at Marcus as he was just laughing, trying his hardest to stop.

"Quit laughing Ice Cream boy, you think this is a joke" The wolf snapped as Marcus tried to breathe. he did not find this funny, Marcus was scared shitless that any second the guy would unload a clip into his head as he heard another voice in his head.

"Quit being such a bitch," The voice said to Marcus as he struggled repeated the words he as the wolf swung his gun to pistol-whipped him. Marcus suddenly grabbed it as it went off hitting a brick wall. Marcus managed to make the wolf drop the gun as he pulled him into the van, laughing as he went to town on the wolf, slashing him with his claws. pushing him halfway out the window

"I'm sorry man, don't do this" The wolf replied as Marcus reached for the closest thing to him, his Ice cream scoop laughing as he stabbing it into the wolf's jugular vein, red running down as the wolf began clenching his neck as he bled out, dying in the van. After Marcus calmed down he looked at the dead wolf leaning against the side of the truck dropping his scoop.

"Hey, get up, come on" Marcus begged, seeing the blood on his claws, shocked at what he had done. there was a dead body lying in front of him and it was all his fault. what was he supposed to do, he did not mean to kill him. Marcus just sat down sobbing his eyes out.

"Oh come on, quit crying," the other voice said more sinister as Marcus looked at his reflection in the pool of blood on the floor. the voice told him he was a natural and that bit with the scoop was classic as Marcus shook the voice out. he had to get rid of the body and destroy the evidence. Marcus could not go to jail for this, it was an accident.

"A week passed after the event as Marcus seemed to go about his daily life trying really hard to push that night from his head. the night that made him a murderer. but the kill actually started to feel justified to him. it was Self Defense, If he had not killed the robber, the robber would have killed him, he had a gun for crying out loud.

"Excuse me, Mr. Frosty, about my cone," a young female lamb said drawing the Hyena back to reality as he shook his head. looking at her, getting the events out of his head.

"Of Yeah, you wanted a scoop of Strawberry, coming right up," Marcus said scooping a ball of pink ice cream flicking it on a cone with his traditional style.

a ball of scooped flesh hit the ground as Marcus was standing over a dead leopard. the scoop in his paw dripping in blood as he looked down at the body. Marcus was getting off duty as he noticed the leopard entering an alleyway. Marcus thought nothing of it until he heard screaming. Marcus left his truck to see what the shouting was about when he was the leopard with his pants around his ankles, trying to force himself onto a female. after that, he wasn't sure what happened. but due to the dead leopard and bloody scoop, he put two and two together he got queasy and the sight of blood never helped.

"Miss, I'm so sorry you had to see that?" Marcus pleaded, getting on his knees begging for forgiveness as she looked at him.

"It okay, I won't tell anyone, that sick bastard deserved it" The female leopard replied walking away kicking the dead male.

The third death was a deer who stole a purse, Marcus chased him down the alley with his truck pinning him to the wall, jamming the scoop in his eye socket as he screamed, the forth a skunk who he jammed the scoop into his head and so on. Marcus went on dealing vigilante justice, but it wasn't really him. Marcus would get anxious or go sleep, and then wake up dressed as a clown standing over a dead body, it never got easy knowing he caused so much death, but they were criminals, killers, thieves, and rapists, they deserved it...right" Marcus tried to defend his actions but he could not.

Eventually, Marcus had a customer, a red fox wearing a black suit who knocked on his truck. Marcus took a deep breath approaching the fox.

"Good morning sir-What is with your face?" Marcus replied in disgust as the Fox spoke.

"Marcus Kane, or do you prefer Needles?" the fox asked handing a newspaper as Marcus read it. it should a picture of a Hyena dressed as a clown.

"Vigilante Needles strikes again, what is this?" Marcus asked knowing the image was of him but where did this name come from?" Marcus asked.

"You really don't know do you, you've killed a lot of bad people Marcus" The fox explained as Marcus explained the blackouts and waking up after the deed was done.

"Mr. Kane My name is Calypso, every year I host an RC contest, the winner gets whatever they want, I've heard your father Charles Kane Sr. was quote the driver, would you like to enter my contest, I could make you stop these killings" Calypso offered as Marcus pleaded.

"Yes, yes, please make the stop" Marcus cried as it was obvious he would compete, the chance of getting to wish this all away pulled Marcus to the contest as the voice agreed.

"Needles and Scott stood there looking at each other about to start their match. The same thought going through their heads, they had to win. The two sat there a light shining down.

"The first match is about to begin," Nick told Judy as they were sitting in the squad car as Judy looked at him, instructing him to look for anything they use to locate the area the contest is taking place in.