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Okay, you know exactly who not to talk to: the mischievous-looking guy with a lollipop is out of the question. His face conveys the idea of absolute evil and misery better than any conjunction of words could. If you ask him how many cute puppies he eats for breakfast, he’d be offended on the basis that the act is too amateur for his level of wickedness. Maybe even mention he has a diet of BOTH puppies and kitties! The man is a monster!
Suddenly, you hear a voice from the sky, Wilvy’s! He reminds you not to judge a book by its cover, even if he’s Satan’s biography personified. And he’s right. He *fits* the vibe, and there’s nothing that tells you that he won’t be willing to help, aside from conjectures… and common sense. Screw it, you need to do better. You need to be better. You need to talk to the Evil Man!
“W-Wait, where are we going…?!” Vera doesn’t know where you are pushing her to.
“Trust me!” You got this.
“Y-You always say that when you’re about to do something dumb…!” Vera isn’t on board with this, but it’s too late.
“Hello, good sir and madam, can I borrow a minute of your time?” You bring Vera over to the Serial Killer and his next victim.
“<span class="mu-i">W-Why him…?!</span>” Vera whimpers under her breath.
“You might, young man.” The Evil Man humors you. “How can we be of help?”
“We’re always interested in helping the disenfranchised youth!” The naive girl behind exclaims with the excitement of a Zebra, the mythical animal.
“How can we not? You’re my favorite class of Organ Donors.” Evil Man chuckles as he takes his glasses off to clean them. “Speak.”
“We noticed you have a purse, sir! And we wondered if you could lend us the tools to fix our poor plushy.” You point at the murdered body in Vera’s hands.
“<span class="mu-i">T-T-T-This one.</span>” Vera is scared again.
“Poor little thing, he suffered my favorite type of death: a slow one. I usually see cleaner cuts around the throat in my line of work.” The Evil man inspects the plushy from afar. “I’m a surgeon, you see.”
