Chapter 17
"How could you be such an idiot? Now the whole damn forest will know you came back from hell." cried the BogeyMan as he sat on a log, deep in the dark forest, hidden from society and life itself. The Germ was sitting across from him, on a stump, fiddling with his fingers.
"I know. I was there. I got carried away." said the Germ.
"Are you for real? Now how the hell am I going to get Natalie back!?" cried the BogeyMan.
"Relax. The Mothman is going to spread the word, that much is true. But luckily for us, the Mothman's prophecies are almost always ignored. Except this new Queen I hear so much about. She will take matters into her own hands upon learning about my existence." said the Germ.
"I don't care about Queens or Kings. Or your precious forest. I just want Natalie back. We had a deal." The Bogeyman pulled out a gun that he was hiding underneath his formal attire.
The Germ didn't bother to look, even though the gun was at the tip of his wrinkled and pale forehead. He simply ignored it.
"The Mothman mentioned "him." I wonder what he meant by that." said the Germ to himself.
"Are you listening?!" cried the BogeyMan in desperation.
"Put the gun down. I'm a germ. I can make copies of myself whenever I please, but lucky for you, I only want one of me. And if you do shoot me, my head will explode and copies of myself will spread all over." said the Germ.
"You're sick." said the BogeyMan.
"Come boy. We will get your precious soul back. But first, I need to take care of an errand." The Germ rose up and smiled a toothy grin.
