Preacher Always Get's His Man

A Faint gust of wind could be heard and standing on a tree branch was a stranger in a wind brimmed hat.

He slowly flicked his hat upwards to reveal his glowing red eyes, though trying to look at him more clearly made his details more fuzzy, like he wasn't acutally there.

"On the run from the law, ain't you boy? Better hope they don't put a hit out on ya."

He let out a quiet menacing chuckle.

"Don't worry, I ain't here to stir up a ruckus, just to offer a bit of friendly advice from one hitman to another, this is a decent place to hide, but if ya need somewhere safer, try the 'Tumble & Dryers' it's a home to a former hitman inc, base, shouldn't be too far from here."

"Just know that if they put a price on you, to keep an eye out... I might be willin to offer this helping hand once, but won't happen again."

"You WPNZ all are the same ain't cha? None of you willing to accept a lick of help, don't know why I keep bothering, but eh maybe it's just because I have respect, who knows."

"Well if you ever change your mind, just remember, I'm a pray away."

Preacher Whistles before laughing.

"To think a little shot like that could take you down, and here I thought you were smarter then that boy!"

'Tsk, Tsk, Tsk'

"Hitman Inc, sure wasted their money on you, didn't they? Ah, well I don't mean to speak ill of the dead, I respected ya son, you were the person in that daggum company I had a mild respect for."

"Regardless, I'm willing todo ya a little favor, if ya be wanting it, I could take care of your 'friend' no charge at all, not like you could pay me even if you wanted to."

"Whatcha say? Or do you prefer he does it himself due to your little poltergeist situation haunting him to his last breath? Little bit dark, but I can get behind that."

@pr34-ch3r

[Wpnz growls, but in such a way that his soul reverberated the area around him like the heavy bass of a speaker]

"Ain't no big talker son, I know my limits, and you should have known yours, I'm a professional, and so were you, and I'll letcha kill em yourself, you deserve that much."

"But, if you ever change your mind well, I'm just a pray away."

Preacher then fully turned to walk away, the last thing wpnz heard was a hummed western tune.

"I'll admit, I haven't done much searching for a Mr. Puzzles worth your time, but there is one that comes to mind..."

@cathodethecryptid

Preacher was nowhere to acutally be seen, just a faint wind, and what could be understood to be his voice echoed from somewhere, sounding far, yet at the same time, like it was right where her ear would be.

"Me and the boss call him 'Mr. Vanity.' You can call him that too, if you want to drive him up the wall. He's got a crown, cape, five stars, and if the 'nickname' didn't tip you off, he's quite full of himself. He treats everyone like trash and he killed his SMG4 Crew."

"Hmm..."

He takes some more time to respond, and once he finally does, it's like he was staring at her from every angle.

"Is all that right then? always hated the vain... People should know their own value, and have self-worth, but their not better then their god's. And they ain't in Sam hell the 'best' at what they do, their will always be someone better. Even if that someone hasn't discovered it yet, and the cycle repeats again and again. Always someone better, then the last, their ain't no daggum best. your good but you'll never be perfect."

Preacher made a 'tsk, tsk tsk' noise from somewhere.

Cathode gulps, somehow, despite having no throat.

"I-I'm not sure what else to tell you. I assume he has the same powers and weaknesses as every other Puzzles. Brainwashing, electricity, PuzzleVision... just amped up to eleven because he has five stars. I think that means he can become giant too..."

"If you can find a way to put a dent in those five stars, I think he'd be screwed. Oh, and he does not like the song 'BUTCHER VANITY.'"

"..."

"..."

"That's all I needed to know little missy, thank ya kindly for your help, I'll keep in touch if I need your services again."

He let out a more subtle chuckle, before crushing the bug and suddenly the man regained control of his body and looked around panicked, but upon seeing her, he screamed out bloody murder.

"THOES DAMN IRS AIN'T GETTIN ME TODAY! NO SIR EEE! GET AWAY FROM ME TAX MACHINE!"

"I'll admit, I haven't done much searching for a Mr. Puzzles worth your time, but there is one that comes to mind..."

@cathodethecryptid

Preacher was nowhere to acutally be seen, just a faint wind, and what could be understood to be his voice echoed from somewhere, sounding far, yet at the same time, like it was right where her ear would be.

"Me and the boss call him 'Mr. Vanity.' You can call him that too, if you want to drive him up the wall. He's got a crown, cape, five stars, and if the 'nickname' didn't tip you off, he's quite full of himself. He treats everyone like trash and he killed his SMG4 Crew."

"Hmm..."

He takes some more time to respond, and once he finally does, it's like he was staring at her from every angle.

"Is all that right then? always hated the vain... People should know their own value, and have self-worth, but their not better then their god's. And they ain't in Sam hell the 'best' at what they do, their will always be someone better. Even if that someone hasn't discovered it yet, and the cycle repeats again and again. Always someone better, then the last, their ain't no daggum best. your good but you'll never be perfect."

Preacher made a 'tsk, tsk tsk' noise from somewhere.

The vect just stared at the horse girl for a moment, before tilting his brimmed hat and grumbling.

"Your one of few things outside the machine, and my job, I find myself enjoying, never change."

@pr34-ch3r

He took a deep sigh, before pulling out a carrot and sugar cube he conveniently had under his hat and handing them to her.