The figure waited in the bushes for the boy, watching after person after person walked past, they could have taken any of them. Sabina Dâleo, Levi Miles or even Jess Fruth but none of them were the target, Ceenan Fruth was the only person on their mind. Finally, they saw him, walking slowly towards where they were positioned. They glanced around making sure no one was watching and pounced, dragging him roughly into the bushes and pressing the ether soaked rag to his make, pressing their whole weight into it, watching as he attempted to struggle but finally passed out. The figure pulled back breathing heavily, smiling from under the Princess Peach mask.
It was growing dark outside as the figure beat on the side of the large metal canister. âWake up sunshine.â the voice called out, the voice-changer fashioned around their neck making the voice extremely high. âIts getting late and if we donât start the BBQ soon the mosquitos will be here and I hate mosquitos.â they said beating on the side of the canister, before taking a seat, their legs shaking. They reached over the chair producing lighter fluid and using it to douse the logs situated neatly underneath the canister. âSo Mr. Fruth how would you like to be cooked?â they asked, slowly climbing back to their feet and producing a matchbook from their pocket and lighting it. âJust say when okay? I donât want to overdo it.â they said, lighting a match and tossing it onto the logs, flames springing from it almost instantly.Â