three | line drive monster [unfiltered]

[strike_you_out]

[The phone is picked up, a call is placed. The voice on the line is, at first, dangerously calm—]

To the one who stole what's mine...

[—only to become a sharply hissed whisper]

I will find you.

[After being droned, humiliated, and murdered (and ultimately dissected by his attackers), this is what tips him into a rage: his missing bat.]

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Usually, Pokey wouldn't be this brave though he would be this stupid when he picks up the receiver. He's still terrified of you Slugger, but he's able to keep it out of his voice pretty well. For now.]

You know what?

Score's 1-1. Let's call it a tie and hang it up.

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[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[demented giggling—this can't possibly bode well]

Alriiight~

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Good.

So...leave me alone, freakshow.

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[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Just you wait, Pokey.

Just you wait.

Tonight, while you sleep, a visit may be in order.]


[receiver click]

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, he guesses that's taken care of, so he'll put the receiver down and let out a shaking little sigh.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Come 3:30 AM, have a stalker standing quietly over your bed.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Unless you're making noise, Pokey isn't quite noticing yet. He's a light sleeper, but he's still out. Hell, he almost looks cute like a decent human being when he's asleep.

Go ahead and make whatever move you'd like, Slugger.]

[thelittlecanary.livejournal.com]

...A-are you sure that what you lost was stolen?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Positive.

[thelittlecanary.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I hope that what you lost is returned to you, whatever it was.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It must be taken by force.

[thelittlecanary.livejournal.com]

Even if they return it peacefully?...

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

They won't.

[No faith in humanity whatsoever, which is reasonable considering the suspect.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She's pretty sure you mean that bat, but in case you are referring to the removal of your innards, Tak thinks probably best to see if you recognize her voice.]

What got stolen from you?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Losing his innards is much less tolerable than losing his bat. This is completely logical.

As for her voice, nothing clicks.]

My bat.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Good. Dissection subjects are no good when they can come back and tell you how they feel about it least it wasn't a vivisection, right?]

Get another one.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[If that were the case, he would be demanding results.]

Not satisfactory. I want mine.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[hurr hurr Tak is pretty sure a certain 400 year old kid is going to get his head bashed in YET AGAIN, so she thinks she ought to dissuade you.]

It's just a bat. What's so special about it?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[One would think said 400 year old kid would have been smart enough to hide his 400 year old face. It's his own fault, really, and for that he doesn't deserve to keep what he stole.

Which brings him to the whole point...]

Nothing. Humans stealing from me is unacceptable.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Don't make public threats over the phone, Slugger. Exacting revenge is much more meaningful that way.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Yes, Mother~

[And just when you thought he couldn't get any creepier.

Slugger reluctantly hangs up the phone, satisfied with having already broadcasted his intent for vengeance.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

((That should say much 'less' meaningful, of course.))

Perhaps you'd like to tell me what this is about? Droned one day, dead another?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...It's a game.

[Perhaps not the full truth but what "little boy" doesn't love games, Miss Susan?]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

((Little boys who are actually monster figments of imagination.))

How quaint. Tell me about this game of yours, Slugger.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Two-player game of chance...

[Hesitant. He folds his arms and continues in a monotone]

Player 1 bashes in the skull of Player 2 at risk of droning. Player 2 returns favor and steals item of interest from Player 1. Player 1 then seeks to regain lost item in order to even scores.

[shrug] Put simply.