(I’m sorry honey please don’t hate me for what I’m going to do trust me I know what I’m doing)
“So do we have to do some kind of Project Runway schtick, or do they just tell us if we got anything?” Sinbad watched as Shark wolfed down the strange-looking desserts from the buffet table.
“I think they just tell us,” Shark said while packing his cheeks full of cheesecake. “They used to make a big show out of it, but then someone complained.”
Resting his head onto his hand, Sinbad grunted in response to this asinine reason. He then frowned at seeing a lack of familiar faces, even for a costume party.
“Shouldn’t your dad have found us by now? I mean, shit. What’s keeping him? He should’ve found us by now.”
“For the record, there isn’t anything incriminating in here,” Dudley said over the drone of the others. “I just threw in some powdered chocolate into an empty urn.”
The quiet man across from him just nodded his head once.
“I thought about using Grandpa Racket’s ashes, but I thought it best not to disturb the dead. From what I’ve heard, he wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with.”
Again, a nod. Dennis was certainly devoted to playing the silent aspect of his character.
“Say we do not win first prize. Would you say this was worth it, anyway?”
Initially, Dudley assumed his brother was just going to nod again. He was actually a bit taken aback when he was given a verbal response:
“Yes. I would say it was.” They were interrupted by another party-goer handing them an envelope. Eagerly, Dudley began to open it.
“She what?!” The Builder banged their fists against the table when given the news. “The entire bottle?! You should’ve stopped her!”
Ox-Head was on the verge of soiling himself. “She already had it gone when I found her. Whole bottle was gone. Must’ve drank it on an empty stomach. Don’t know how she isn’t dead.”
The other three watched fearfully for their superior’s reaction. Sunny held Moony in his arms, seemingly aware of the trauma he’d experienced earlier.
Horse-Face bit his lip, then swallowed. Before confronting the Builder, they’d brought the ‘guest of honor’ up to his and Ox-Head’s room. He didn’t know when she’d wake up, if at any point today.
The Builder was clearly displeased that their meticulous plans had fallen apart. They twiddled their now clean hunting knife in their left hand, contemplating it.
Seeing the blade caused Moony to gasp, and jump in Sunny’s arms. They waited, with bated breath, for their next reaction.
To much shock and surprise, The Builder’s response was to slam the knife down and exclaim, “Well, shit!”
Standing up out of their chair, The Builder undressed themselves and threw their formalwear at Horse-Face. “Where is she, then?”
Without saying a word, Sunny pointed in the direction of Ox-Head and Horse-Face’s room. With this information, The Builder then trudged to where their guest was.
Sinbad groaned when he didn’t see the place he wanted for him and Shark.
“Well, that blows.” Shark grabbed the paper, then practically deflated when he saw they only got 3rd.
Trying to brush it off as unimportant, Sinbad just shrugged. “Eh. Don’t worry about it. 3rd place ain’t that bad.”
“Yeah, but still! We could’ve really used that prize money. I wonder who won…”
At that moment, two men walked by. Sinbad caught a glimpse of the paper one of them held. He was taken aback when he realized they’d won first. Grabbing hold of Shark’s coat sleeve, he tugged on it and nodded.
“Oh, wow! Their costumes are really good!” It seemed the winners heard them. Both of them stopped to look at the younger men.
The one wearing a hat made a show of intimidating them. Slowly, he turned to face them. First, he slipped off the black trench coat, revealing some familiar tattoos…
“Dude,” Sinbad whispered to Shark, “I think I know where your dad went.” As if to affirm his statement, the black hat came off, now displaying blank white eyes.
Shark was at first too surprised to say anything. Then he smiled, and got to his feet and hugged Dennis.
“Dad! Oh, I’m glad to see you!”
The Builder stood before their extremely inebriated guest. Their four assistants stood by, waiting for their next reactions. Occasionally, the woman muttered something unintelligible.
“So what do we do?” Horse-Face asked. Behind him, Ox-Head quietly asked the other two if she were a witch.
“With her?” The Builder pointed towards her with their knife. “Nothing. With me?”
Here, The Builder spun around, and muttered into the blade. Then, they swung forward. “I think it’s imperative we resort to Plan B.”
“And Plan B would happen to consist of…?”
Gesturing over their shoulder, The Builder’s expression became grim and snide. “Well, someone needs to learn not to take things that don’t belong to her. And since that was some powerful booze she chugged, gotta even the score here.”
The whole time they’d been talking, a crack began to appear in the air. Gradually, it began to widen, and display a location Horse-Face knew all too well.
“Come on. I need all four of you for this. I want it to get done as quick as possible. Preferably before she wakes up. Now get your asses in gear!”
Obediently, all four assistants entered the portal. Before following after them, The Builder glanced at the inebriated woman again.
“Well, talk to you when you wake up…” Then, they stepped in, stating the end of the sentence: