04 - Really Horrible Things

[imjustpicky]

Backdated to Saturday, November 12th

[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane, morning]

[Picky had been going out the door to enjoy a nice morning, but then he had found a severed drone head in a box on the doorstep. This was something so far out of his range of comprehension that he had dropped it, screamed at the top of his lungs, and then bolted back inside.]

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

[...and he's still screaming. The horror of it has yet to wear off.]

Key-Fu! KEY-FU!!!

[He was the only real person in here. The only real adult. Surely he could do something.]

[Phone]

[Picky's panic had not quite subsided by the time had made his way to the phone. He was so rattled that he forgot to ask the operator to speak to anyone in particular. He was just blurting.]

Someone put a HEAD in a BOX on our FRONT STEP!!! S-someone k-killed the... they... they put a... a...

That kid asked to play with me! And now he's...!

[He sounds like he's ready to burst into tears.]

Comments

[phone]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Stay Calm, picky.... Where are you? [ Mou, it just had to be Pokey's brother, didn't it? ]

[imjustpicky]

[Wait, wait, who was that? Was that the Hirai Yukari girl that had said she knew Pokey?

There's some quiet, sputtery delay before he answers.]

...I'm home. I'm at home. I'm inside.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

All right, is there an adult nearby you can trust? Try to find them, if so.

[imjustpicky]

....

[Did he trust Key-Fu? Did he?]

Y-yeah.

[He was an adult and could probably punch any crazy head-choppers in the face, so...]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

What are you waiting for? GO now!

[imjustpicky]

[When told to do something, Picky tends to do it. So the receiver is dropped, and there's the sound of frantic footsteps from a variety of distances. This goes on for quite a while.

When Picky returns to the phone, he's breathless.]

I... I can't find him... I think he's not home....

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

... All right. Where do you live? I'll watch over the house, and not let anyone in.

[imjustpicky]

I'm.... I'm at 7132 Brooks Lane. Be careful, okay? I don't wanna find your head in a box....

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Mou! I'm the burning eyed flame haired hunter. They cannot stop me.

[imjustpicky]

...Oh.

[The burning eyed flame haired hunter? That was... what was that? He shifted the receiver to his other ear.]

That's... cool.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

I'll be over shortly.