The Builder was seething so much, they were frothing pink at the mouth.
“Where’d it go?!” They shouted, loud enough to reverberate across the hallways. Out of skeptical curiosity, the other three assistants peeked out to see what was wrong.
Moony blew air through his lips, being heard under his mask. “Now what’s eating that eyeless creepshow?”
His answer came when The Builder stomped down the hallway. As a safety measure, Sunny took hold of Moony’s shoulder, and pulled him back towards himself.
In a moment of pure stupidity, Horse-Face hobbled out of another room. He did this just as The Builder was coming his way.
Almost immediately, he was shoved hard against the wall. After slamming against it, he looked back up at his superior’s raging figure.
“Now what’s the matter with you?” Horse-Face managed to choke out.
The Builder swiveled around and yanked out their hunting knife. “Where is it?!”
Tilting his head, Ox-Head looked as seemingly clueless as ever. “The last bag of salt-and-vinegar potato chips?”
“No, you blithering, pea-brained assclown! The Crown Jewel of Antares! Which one of you took it?!”
All of them were silent now. Sunny and Moony were clearly confused at what was being asked, as was Horse-Face.
Only Ox-Head had any knowledge of it all. He kept his mouth shut after his quip. He knew that disclosing the ring’s location could end in more than just a stinging.
“So do you want to say hi to Shark and the puppy?” Dennis took a few steps over to Shark and Sagebear, holding his phone out towards them. “Say hi to Dudley, you two!”
Into the receiver, Shark sat up as much as he could and said, “Hi, Uncle Dudley!” Sagebear herself barked as her way of greeting.
When he pulled the phone back, Dennis was grinning from ear to ear. “Figured you needed to hear that before you started your day. All right, try not to overwork yourself.”
About a minute after Dennis hung up, Blaise came out with her arms full of all sorts of things. With careful maneuvering, she handed the corresponding items to everyone.
“Yeah, there wasn’t much to choose from,” she said as she tried not to drop anything, “so hope ya like breakfast pizza and Dr. Pepper.”
Upon smelling all the food, Sagebear jumped off of Shark and leaned up against Blaise’s legs.
“Awww! Don’t worry, little girl,” Blaise said now while reaching into her pocket for Sagebear’s bag of treats. “I didn’t forget ya.”
-A few hours later-
Sinbad was dumbfounded at just how long he’d been alone in the apartment.
Harwood and Marc had gone out to get more groceries for dinner. It seemed apparent from how they were acting that they wanted to give Sinbad a break from cooking.
Sinbad was aware it took a while to walk to the store and back, but not this long. He was about to get up and go looking for them, when his phone began vibrating.
It was a text message from an unknown number. Out of some kind of curiosity, Sinbad opened it. Said message inside made the blood drain from his face:
Come at six, like we agreed…
He then scrolled down to see a picture of Marc and Harwood, tied up and blindfolded.
Or these two get turned to ash.
Daring to hazard a look at the clock, Sinbad saw with horror that it was five-thirty already. Shoving his phone back down into his pocket, he ran out of his apartment and down the flights of stairs to reach his truck outside.
Annette was trying to get some sleep when the door to the warehouse was heard opening and shutting.
Right away, she was surprised that she recognized the voices. Peeking over her shoulder, she gasped when she saw it was someone very well known to her.
Elvira stepped out from behind her desk, and examined her captives more closely. In a moment of smugness, she proceeded to push down on Marc’s head with her foot.
“So, I hear the two of you have become well-acquainted with a dear old friend of mine,” she said before giving off a haughty laugh. “Looking at the two of you, I can see the resemblance-”
“Chao di wang xau zu!” Harwood spat out at her. “There better be a good reason we’re here!”
Trying to break free from her rope bindings, Annette only succeeded in falling over onto the floor herself. When Elvira noticed her, she then gestured for two of her minions to pick her up.
“I know the one in the sunglasses isn’t here,” she crooned as Annette was being dragged over to the others, “but this shan’t take long before you can go. I’m sure they won’t notice a thing.”
As Elvira walked away, Annette whispered to Harwood to get his attention.
“Harwood!” She tried to keep her voice down. “It’s me, Annette! What happened?”
Making a inquisitive noise, Harwood turned his head in her direction. Marc was more vocal in his questioning of surroundings?
“Wha…? Who’s there?”
Now Harwood gave off a chuckle. “Well, Marc, either this is a very vivid dream we’re both having, or that blue woman is in our presence again.”
“Ohhh…Hi, blue lady!” Marc didn’t seem to know much else to say in this given situation.
While the three were on the floor, seemingly ideal hostages, Elvira glanced up at a clock hanging from the wall.
It would only be a few minutes until Sinbad was due to arrive. This knowledge alone was enough to make her smile wickedly.