[The scene here is... some sort of home. There seem to be plenty of children running around, so it's safe to presume it's some sort of daycare or perhaps... an orphanage.

Regardless, yes, children running and playing! A few are staying out of it, though, including one young, black-haired boy that you may or may not recognise - he is watching the ( Read more... )

[The scene seems normal enough: a dining room, with an older, burly man and a young boy sitting at the table, eating.

At some point, the boy stops.]

... Sir?

What is it, boy?

Stabbing a human body with a knife... does it feel anything like when you dig your cutlery into a steak?

Now, isn't that a bit of a morbid question to ask at dinnertime? [Yes. Yes ( Read more... )

[Well, it's been days now and he hasn't gone anywhere, seen who he hoped to see or even found out what kind of place this really is. He only found unfamiliar faces, the most striking of which were those two lonely little kids. He wondered if there were more, and if anyone was paying attention to them at all. In fact, he wished he could do something ( Read more... )

[Welp, the massaging service didn't work out too well, so De Killer really has nothing better to do than open doors at random. And he finds... a completely empty room. How odd. He must step in and investigate, of course!]

A completely empty room. How odd. There is no purpose to it, no gimmick, and no uncomfortably naked men riding horses. Thank ( Read more... )

[Shelly here has been in this multidimensional office space wormhole whateveritis for some time. Enough time for his professional skills to start dulling. Yes, he can feel it happening, and that's no good. And just as he was beginning to despair about his desperate need for exercise and casually opening doors while thinking something among the ( Read more... )

[Well, no point in just sitting around here idly. And it would be dumb to carry on with the usual business in this place - it's simply too restricted.

So what's an assassin to do now? Shelly here has decided to use his knowledge of the human body, pressure points and all that to... set up a massage centre. Really, he just set up some pillows and ( Read more... )

[Hm?

What's that smell?

It's coming from near the door of the office.

It smells like... freshly baked cookies?


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[AND WHO IS THIS, VALIANTLY KICKING OPEN THE BATHROOM'S DOOR?! Why, it's none other than a prematurely-grey fancy dude with a pornstache.]

W-Where--?!

[He gets a map from his vest and looks at it. Several times. Upside down, right side up, in all ways you can think of. Looking very obviously confused.] I followed my escape route, and I'm fairly ( Read more... )