#murder!!

“You don't think it's wrong?” IV’s voice rang out pitchy and unsure. 

“Naw, I mean what are you really doing that's all bad? They don't even know you're looking, man. If they really wanted privacy, they'd close their curtains,” 

“I think it's called stalking, but, I want to look,” 

“Just look?” III inquired. His eyes lit with a very concerning look. His mouth twisted into a disturbing smirk. “What would you do, if you had them in your hands, IV?” 

“In my hands?” his face scrunched up, thinking of all the things he’d do if he actually had the object of his desire within his grasp. III handed him something. It’s a mask that would cover his whole face, black with a gold muzzle. III grinned, showing IV the mask’s equal opposite. IV was terribly confused. He was still thinking of all the things he’d do once he had them in his hands, shifting uncomfortably when he started to get hard. 

“It’s October. Let’s see if they’re going to a Halloween party tonight,” III’s eyes were lit up still, twisted in delight and turning white blue. 

“You mean? Together?” III was a demon, the butcher, that thing that the news cycle couldn’t get enough of. IV was a common stalker. “I don’t… I’m not-” 

“Shhh, IV. I’ll show you everything,” III was terribly excited now, and would likely be taking IV’s target out with or without him. IV began to nod, assenting to this strange twist of his Saturday night. “We can even bring them back here, if you want. String them up, cut the major arteries so that they’re coated in their own blood,” IV inhaled sharply at the image that III was painting. III was playing around on his phone while IV willed his dick to go down. “Yep, look. Party tonight. They even posted the address, what a moron,” III laughed. “Easy kill,”