Date Blight
@straydemonologist
Bill had been waiting and planning, plotting and moving pieces in many different locales for many different goals. One of his more important sets of plans however had been taking a lot of work and a lot of thought, even for someone like him.
It had to be perfect.
Now after quite a while, long enough he dared say the man it involved may have gotten comfortable and forgotten about their little arrangement, everything was perfect.
Calls had been made, futures glimpsed into and more plans made just in case different ends and scenarios were met. Nothing was going to catch him off guard.
Blind spots be damned.
Just one more detail had to be set in place, and for Bill, it was going to be a rather fun one since it let him have a more creative flair.
It would be around six am when there was less of a bang at the door of the flat and more of what sounded nearly like a small explosion had happened just outside the door. The source of the noise itself was never explained, past a curious scorch mark that caught a bit of the bottom of the door itself.
What was perhaps more alarming was a blackened stuffed rabbit sitting in front of the door, it was still smoking. In the singed paws had been taped a gold bit of card stock, with a simple message emblazoned on it.
[Eight PM. Dress nice.]
The time had been set, now Bill had to go call in a small favor that he had been set in reserve, he had limits for what needed to come next after all.
