"I knew you'd be back!" Lenzo, the hairy and smelly bum said as the boy slammed the door behind him.
The bearded man quickly wrapped both arms around the young boy in green causing him to grow panicked.
"Please, let me go!" The boy choked out weakly as the man began to sniff the boy's blonde hair where the scent of the salt from the ocean was still clinging on to.
The little boy finally managed to slip away from the uncomfortable grasp as he then handed the bearded man the photo of Garrikson.
"Well well…You pass your first task." The man said as he stared at our hero up and down the whole time. "It is now time that you advance to the second task."
As the man approaches the young boy, the stench of garlic overpowers the air that surrounds them.
Link slowly takes one step back as the man approaches him with one step forward. "Your second task will be to take a pictograph of someone who is frightened or surprised."
"Why would you want a photo like that?" The boy asked as he trembled underneath his green dress.
"Because I have a fascination with fear." The man said as he stared at the boy's hips. "I…like the feeling of knowing that someone is afraid. I would like to run down my hands on your skin as it goes bumpy…to hear that nervous gulp after your breathing stops for a while…to hear your teeth chatter loudly as the..."
That's it! Link realized, this guy is seriously cucoo!
"I think I should stop with this whole assignment." Link said softly. "Maybe a deluxe pictobox isn't as great as I thought it would be."
The large man snatched the little boy in the green dress and hugged him tightly.
Link felt the air from his lungs being taken away for being chocked so tightly.
"I know where your grandmother lives…" The man said as he pointed to a photo of Link's sweet little grandmother that hung on the walls of the workshop. "If you refuse to do anything I say…I will get her…"
My grandma! Link cried deep in his thoughts. I can't let this sicko get his filthy hands on her!
"Fine…" The boy agreed as the smelly bum released his tight choke. "I'll go take the next picture."
"That's a good boy…" Lenzo replied as he watched the young boy walk out of his workshop. "What a…good boy."
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"That sicko knows exactly where Grandma is." The boy replied softly as he entered the corridor or the Windfall Café Bar. He juggled the doorknob to enter the small place. "I can't let him hurt her, I just can't!"
"Hey little girl!" The man that owned the café cried out to Link as he grasped his pictobox in hand. "You can't be here, get out!"
"Let the boy be!" Gossack the peddler told the café owner coolly. "He ain't hurting nobody."
"I don't want little girls in my café bar!" The owner bellowed. "Now get out!"
Oh no, he didn't! Link gritted his teeth as he stared at the cupboard on the wall. He did not just call me a little girl!
A sinister smile spread through the dress wearing boy's face as he quickly rolled on the floor toward the cupboard filled with glasses and plates.
The boy's body slammed against the cupboard causing all the cups and plates to fall on the wooden floor with a loud CRASH!
"Eeep!" Hearing the loudness of the collapsing plates, Gossack quickly cowered in the corner of the shop and brought his hands to his aching ears.
"Someone who is frightened or surprised!" Link grinned as he brought the pictobox to his right eye and clicked on the large button.
From the compartment, printed out a full body photo of a terrified Gossack covering his ears with both hands.
" What a masterpiece." Link grinned at the photo.
The boy in the green dress threw his fists in the air as he jumped happily in accomplishment.
Soon after, he walked out of the Windfall Café Bar toward the place of his nightmares.
Or daymares, in this case.
He was headed straight toward Lenzo's Pictograph Workshop for a third time.
How will Link do on this third assignment?
Read Chapter 4...if you DARE!
Thank you so much for reading.
And remember...stay fly!