“Gah! I hate trolls.” The Builder grumpily scrolled the asinine responses to the started discussions. Instead of legitimate answers to game questions, there were various disgusting responses regarding maternal figures. “And what the hell, they’re all from the same person!”
While they checked the time of the posts, a large figure entered the room. Neither of them greeted each other. When one of them did speak, it was a venomous opening.
“Don’t look at me like that, Sunny. If I knew where the damn knife was, I’d do it myself. But since one of you losers decided to hide it, you’re all going to have to suffer.”
Sunny said nothing. He merely began looking for some kind of preserving liquid that Moony requested. As he searched, he heard his superior behind him shouting at their laptop screen.
“Ah, damn Internet connection don’t work so good right now. If I had my knife, I’d stab you!” They paused to think about what they just said. “But then I wouldn’t be able to figure out how to kill the Riverwood inhabitants discreetly. Ah, well.”
For whatever reason, Sunny often contemplated murder. Then he would see the sight leaning up against the wall, and reconsidered it. He quietly hoped that the new Horse-Face would not meet the same fate.
After finally locating something he could use, he then glanced over at The Builder again. This time, he silently demanded how and why they brought the carcass being worked with.
“What are you looking at? I got it in an alternate universe! He was gonna blow his brains out anyway. Don’t remember why. Something about ‘dying on his own terms’. Guess I beat him to it. I dunno, ask Horse-Face. He’d probably know more about it.”
Normally, Shark would be ecstatic at a trip to the bookstore. Right now, though, he was just terrified. He looked at the paper in his hands, trying to figure out what most of the information required even was.
Some ways away, Dennis and Sinbad were searching the music section. The former was complaining about the severe excess of country music. The latter was trying to choose between CDs.
“Hey, boss. What would Shark be more likely to listen to?” He held up two CDs by the same group. “Jiku, or Inland Sea?”
Dennis studied the two covers, before pointing to Jiku. “Go with this one. I recognize a song on there. The boy was…very taken with this one samurai show.”
He then waved his hand in dismissal. “But I digress. It wouldn’t really matter. He’d like both of them either way.”
Then Dennis surveyed the area in search of his son. “And speaking of which, perhaps I should go see how he’s doing with that form.”
Horse-Face was trying to get some rest when he heard footsteps coming towards his room. He opened one of his eyes when they stopped in front of the doorway.
“Who’s there?” His voice was raspy, despite only sleeping for a few minutes, at most.
Peeking in the doorway was Sunny, holding dangerous-looking materials.
“Hi. Let me guess: The Builder got you doing something unpleasant?” Sunny reached out his hand and indicated ‘sort of’. Horse-Face swallowed at seeing the rather unsafe-looking containers. He wondered how long he’d been here. Really, he wondered that about all of them.
“Come on now, boy! It isn’t that hard to put down your birth date!” Dennis had taken a seat in front of Shark, attempting to help him with filling out his application.
“I know, Dad, but…I guess I’m just unfamiliar with all this.” Shark frustratedly scanned the information again, to be safe. “And besides, what if I don’t get the job?”
Dennis scoffed. “This place has been advertising for help for quite some time now. I’d say they’re getting desperate.
“And…” He turned the paper to get a better look at it. “If you’re not wanting to do such long hours, you may simply go with part-time. Couldn’t hurt you in the least.”
Turning it back to him, Shark hesitated before checking the box.
“Thanks, Sunny. I didn’t want to talk to them right now.” Moony took the materials, and began to prepare. In Sunny’s absence, Ox-Head had showed up presumably to keep Moony company.
Both of them turned to look at him. Ox-Head had in his hand the very thing that The Builder had been bellyaching about. He held it while attempting to play five finger fillet. Now worried, Sunny pointed to him.
“Yeah, I know. But if The Builder finds out he’s got it, we’re all in trouble! Can you blame him for not wanting to say anything?”
Moony picked up the decapitated head. “He said he found it in one of the bathrooms on the top floor. The Builder probably left it in there and forgot about it.”
Somewhere above them, The Builder was heard shrieking with laughter. They then began calling an unknown individual a ‘fat idiot’. Feeling now was the best time to hide it again, Sunny walked over and took the knife.
“Hey! I’m using that! Give it back!” Ox-Head reached up to get the knife back, but Sunny’s immense height made it impossible. Moony then came behind them, his hands smelling of embalming fluid.
“Hurry up and give it here. I got an idea.”