But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

"Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day."

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[orangetoughguy]

[Strrriiiiip and slap! Now Howdy has a piece over his black and white wooden mouth. Nasty son of a bitch. Huff puff.]

.......What now?

[The kid asks since this is a poor copy of the old man's old friend. He gets to make the call, as long as he doesn't expose himself to more biting and tackling.]

[whitetwoguns]

Looks like he's not gonna move.

[Or talk. That's a relief. Big ol' eyes and eyebrows blink and wobble to show how pissed off he is. Larry stands up and puts a foot on his middle.]

Can you please get a pillow case? Think we should find a body of water to put him into.

[Like an enemy. This ain't no friend. Though he is having a very hard time reconciling what he's presently capable of with an image from his past. Well, it is easier after being smacked and bit. Seeing him duct taped before he knew the stuff existed also takes off the traumatic edge.]

[orangetoughguy]

I'm on it.

[Freddy dashes off to get a case from upstairs, quick to make it snappy in case the evil thing somehow manages to get free of the tape. On his way back down the stairs the kid asks.]

You think he's the only one?

[The TV's still on. Maybe they should turn that off yep.]

[whitetwoguns]

I...I don't know.

[He didn't even think about it. Not for a second. Larry swallows. Howdy on the TV is still grinning. Making nice with the kids as he has done for the space of Larry's childhood.

Brown eyes are darting to every corner. Shit it is night. And they didn't turn on all the lights.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Click click. That's his gun locking and loading.]

Let's get outta here and wait it out.

[Like they had to wait out most of the day in a goddamn tree. At least the TV turns off with a simple click. No tricks here. Yet.]