So Riley walked down the hill. He knew exactly where Butch lived, and he had somewhat of a plan on how to kill him. He would walk up to his house and stab him. He thought of this while he walked. But then he thought on why he would do this, murder someone because a tree told him to. No one would believe that. But he always wanted to be famous. To beloved my many would be great. He finally walked up to the house where Butch lived. His car was there, so he must be home. Riley walked up and rang the door bell. Butch answered.

"What do you want, punk?" He asked, most likely forgetting about who Riley was.

"Uh, can I use yo phone? I mean, my battery dies out, and it's kind of an emergency."

Butch grumbled.

"Fine whatever. Just make it quick." Butch said as he let Riley in. Riley went to the phone and pretended to dial as Butch watched. Riley faked the call.

"Aw, they ain't answer." Riley said.

"Well, you can keep trying, but if you want something to do while they wait, I got some girls over. They're cheap too." Butch said.

"But I heard you was dating that Ming girl." Riley said.

"Oh, that bitch? She ain't nothing to me."

"Oh."

"So you going to take me up on that offer?" asked Butch.

"I guess." Riley said walking in the room. The girls were prostitutes. Riley saw Butch get close to one of the girls. But before he did anything, Butch hesitated.

"I'm gonna want to enjoy this." He said as he went in the closet and put on some sort of contraption with syringes that injected Butch with something. He laughed every time it did.

"You see dude," Butch began. "I made this machine which is full of a certain suicidal liquid. It provides pleasure to me, but if I use too much, It kills me, AHHAHHAHHAH!" Butch laughed as the machine injected himself.

"Alright, that's enough." Butch said, pulling the lever to turn it off. He broke the lever off.

"Uh, could you give me a hand?" he asked Riley and the girls. "No, I guess you wouldn't AHAHAHAH!" Butch said. He laughed until he coughed and went on the ground. The girls didn't help him either.

"What did I ever do to you?" Butch asked Riley.

"Nothing. It's what you did to her."

"Her who?" asked Butch. Riley just looked at Butch without saying a word.

"Oh, her." Butch said. After a few seconds, Butch collapsed on the ground. Riley looked at the lifeless body, then back at the girls.

"You two can go now." Riley said. They quickly left. Riley looked around the house for a trash bag and found one. He took the machine off butch. He then proceeded to put Butch in the bag. He was very heavy, so Riley went around, and looked into the garage. He found a box mover, which was a wooden platform with wheels. This would do. He put the body in the bag, and lifted it onto the platform. It took awhile. He rolled it out the house.

He quickly rolled it down the street, and hoped nobody would see it. He kept rolling it until he reached the bottom of the hill. Riley used all of his might to drag it up the hill. Halfway up, he let go and it tumbled for a bit. Riley, scared as ever quickly saved it before it went all the way down. He then dragged it the rest of the way up, to the top where the tree was. The tree leaned down, and spread its branches apart, showing its mouth.

"Cut it up." The tree demanded.

"What?"

"FEED ME!"

"Okay okay!" Riley said. He took out his trusty knife and began cutting through the bag to cut one of the legs off. It was a gruesome task. He kept cutting and cutting, until he got the legs off. He also cut a few other parts as well. The tree's mouth opened up and Riley tossed a leg in. The teeth clamped down with a crunch, as blood splattered about. And before he knew it, Riley put another leg in. The tree laughed maniacally as Riley fed him the rest of the body.