Max groaned as he watched his dad fill the basket with cookies, cakes, and all other sorts of sweet shit. "Why do I have to go again?" Max asked as David chuckled softly.

"Preston told me that his grandmother was ill, so you are delivering this get well basket." David explained as he looked down at the boy, frowning slightly when he didn't see the trademark blue sweater that the child usually wore. "What happened to your favorite sweater Max?"

Max shrugged. "It got pretty tore up while I was in the woods." He explained as David hummed softly.

"Well, I can buy you a new one tomorrow. For now, go in this." David said as he drapped something over Max's shoulders and the child gave an amused glare.

"A fucking red cloak David? Who the fuck do you think I am!" He demanded as David replied with a quick 'Language'.

"It's cold out Max, besides, my mother made this for you! Or well.. She's in the process of making this into a sweater. So be careful please." David said as Max rolled his eyes. "Don't talk to strangers, follow the path, andpleasecallmewhenyougetthere!! Oh he's gone…" David sighed, he was worried but he was positive that Max could handle himself. He would go searching if Max had not called within the hour.

Ten minutes hadn't even passed before Max ate half of the basket. Preston's grandmother was ill, so she probably wouldn't want sweets. Preston wouldn't finish it all himself, so Max took the generous offer to eat most of it, even though nobody had offered that in the first place. As he entered the woods, he heard a townsman shout to him.

"Be careful young man! There's a crazy cultist that lives in those woods." Max only flipped him off while screaming,

"Yeah, whatever!"

However, half an hour passed and Max was confronted by a blonde looking David. "Hello there little fella! And where might you be heading?"

"To your mom's house, now get the fuck out of my way." Max insulted as the man continued to follow him

"Is that bag of yours full of treats? You wouldn't mind if we shared some? I have some tasty kool-aid we can drink while eating it!" Max narrowed his eyes at him and instantly whipped out a knife, pointing it at the direction of the man.

"If I have to tell you to fuck off one more FUCKING TIME." Max threatened, this knife actually wasn't his. It was actually one of the multiple knives that Nurf had stuck in David's hands. The man instantly backed away and Max continued walking, unknown to him that Daniel was watching him closely.

By the time Max reached Preston's house, he was exhausted. He walked straight in and placed the basket on the counter.

"Preston! Where the fuck are you!" Max called as he walked inside a room. "You've gotta be shitting me." The man from earlier was in Preston's grandmother's bed while wearing her clothes.

"Why dear-!"

"How old do you think I am?! I fucking know who you are!" As if on cue, Nikki burst into the house and began chasing Daniel around with an axe.

"CUT CUT CUT!!!" Preston and David screamed for different reasons.

"Max, say your lines RIGHT!!!!"

"Nikki! Who gave you a real axe!?"

Max just shook his head.

"This play is fucking stupid."

"Language!"