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The Monster gave up after running and running and running... He leaned down for a bit, took a breather and his screamed at the top of his lungs in the empty suburb street.


He looked ahead, at the person he was supposed to scare, who had already put quite a safe distance between. He turned around and yammered on as he walked back and clanked his scissor-hands.

"Fucking Kyle and his motherfucking victims. Where is that shithead?! Arghhh, the moment I lay my hands on him! How many times does he need to do this? Unbelievable. Can't even trust your coworkers these days."

The Monster heard footsteps approaching him from behind. Someone running.

"Is there a problem? Ha ha!"

The Monster quickly turned around, agile like a cat, swinged his scissor-hands at the Victim in the blink of an eye... and he dodged it.

"Whoops. Can't touch this, sucker!" The Victim danced and singed provoacatively as the Monster tried to get his bearings after missing his blow. As he rose, the Victim was already meters away, laughing and running.

The failure, the shame, the incompetence... It all weighed heavily on the Monster's shoulders. He dropped down to his knees, screaming once again, his voice cracking this time, and sobbing.


A man in a suit emerged from the shadows, expressionless. "What?!"

"Kyle please. Tell me you are joking. Tell me that this is some sort of an elaborate prank. This can't be real!"

"Get it together man, and go scare him!"

"How am I supposed to scare him if I can't catch him Kyle, huh?!"

"Go ride a bike or something!"

The Monster waved his scissor-hands. Kyle shrugged. The Monster continued, still breathing heavily.

"Listen, you don't understand. This week was a nightmare. First it was the parkour guy at the city. Then the second coming of Michael Phelps at the beach. Now this, in the streets? You gotta be fucking kidding me Kyle. Why do you keep kidnapping these people? Is it me that we are trying to scare here? What are we trying to make me afraid of, heart attacks?"

"Come on, we've been over this before. I only do the kidnapping, marks are chosen by the management. There's nothing personal here."

"I got kids Kyle. Someone has to bring the bread to the table. This is the only job I could find. My reviews are down the toilet. Tell me, is it the new manager?"

Kyle's eyebrows rose. "I am not at liberty to say, really."

The Monster suddenly pinned him down on the ground in an instant and raised his scissor-hands.

"I swear I'm gonna do it Kyle! Tell me!"

Kyle immediately squirmed and spilled.

"Yes, it's the new manager! She says you scared her when she was a child!"

The Monster rose up and gave Kyle a hand. "Huh. Well, on the bright side I can still scare you."

"Wouldn't count on that. She can be scarier than you."

"Don't push it Kyle, you're not a runner."


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