Author's note:
I honestly have nothing to say at this point.
Except that this chapter has now been edited to Be aceptable in modern society!
Enjoy the chapter and guess who did it.
Enjoy chapter 8: Speil mit Mir
At the start of The Mole's trail of ashes, under a smoldering pile of bones, a time bomb was coming to the end of it's timer...
Flaky ran away screaming, along with a Everyone else in the crowd. Everyone, except Nutty. Nutty stared at it as if a big black and red and blue candy cane. Flaky saw this and ran back about four feet, Then wagered his life over hers. In a fit of insanity, she inched closer and closer, thinking of how much she wanted to let Nutty die and her life to be spared. Nutty held the bomb up to the sunlight, giggling insanely at his prize. Skippy started screaming from the inside of his box, "Run you dumbass, it's a BOMB!"
Nutty closed his eyes and reopened them, to see what he was holding.
4,3,2,1...BLLLRT!
Flaky looks up. Nothing happened. Except Nutty's arms torn off and his face severely burned. It was only a firecracker. Unfortunately for both Pop and Mime, the firecracker came down upon their houses, lighting the houses ablaze.
Pop, carrying his wallet out, sets it on the ground infront of his house. Mime looks at Pop and then at his wallet. Then he mimes towards the house jumping around frantically. Pop just stares at him. Mime, out of frustration, finally points to the wallet and mimes cradling a baby. Pop's eyes widen. He forgot Cub! Running back into the house, Pop braces himself for the hell awaiting, Mime waits to see how this turns out.
Only minutes later, after the firetruck came, Pop waddles out of the house, carrying something sheathed in a plastic bag. He falls to his knees and pulls an unscathed Cub from the bag. While Cub was miraculously unharmed, Pop had 3rd degree burns along his face and arms, with patches of burning hair and black-grey tissue. Cub turns to hug his father, when Pop collapses dead from his injuries.
Later, as Pop is being transported to the 'hospital', Toothy calls the phone operator, "I don't care who you get, just get a babysitter for me, the kid's father is dead and we can't house him at the hospital. Just call someone you know that's good with kids!"
Meanwhile, at Flippy's house... the phone rings. It then goes straight to a message. "Her, hello this is Lumpy, um... Flippy! That's your name, right? But, um theres a kid at the hospital, and his father is dead...and if Flaky is there, could you watch him? OK! Good bye!" Lumpy leans back in his seat, then dials a number. "Yes, could you watch this li'l boy who's father is in..."
The babysitter walks into the hospital doors, dripping wet with rainwater, walks to the information desk. "I'm here for the kid who's father died." Toothy was holdinga sleeping Cub in his arms and looked at the person. Their face was caked in make-up, but there was still something familliar about it. He might as well give Cub to a babysitter that the experienced phone operator suggested. He outstretched his hands and let Cub lean into the babysitter's arms.
"Thank you for taking him off our hands." Toothy thanks.
The babysitter smiles and says, "Your welcome." Then The Babysitter turns and exits.
this chapter is the begining of the climax of the stories
It's not much of a secret that the Babysitter and the Psycho-killer are the same people.
just try to guess the babysitter/psycho killer
oh yeah, 'Speil mit mir' means 'Play with me' in German
R&R
don't flame
onto the next chapter; Bestrafer Nex
OK? ok!
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