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he was kinda frustrated but maybe he was going about this the wrong way maybe instead of trying to find the mysterious killer, what if he tried to track them, he thought being oblivious to what is happening.

Well, that thought quickly ended when.. he heard the door to his "office" open. And well, there he was. A strange-(TALL. :/3), person with the bottom of their holster, most likely a bladeeee, pushing the door open, before letting it rest back on their waist.

"... Hello there, I believe your looking for me?,, Perhaps you should, find some better guards. Your's didn't even last very long."

“…I had a feeling they were incompetent. I was going to try and find you, but it looks like you found me instead. Maybe I’ve been a bit too careless.”

"Not careless, curious. But I believe we both know what we want, don't we?"

“…I believe so.”

"Good, because I'm getting tired of constantly explaining what my ideas are to "victims", finally i can just listen to someone. You know how boring it gets when the people you kill always say the same thing?"

“they’re simple minded.”

"Exactly."

He sat down in a chair in front of him-

"Like come on, at least be original with your insults. They always calm me a "pyscho", or, "bitch". At least one of them called me a fuck-wad. That almost tempted me to spare them, hehe!"

“one said that I’m the one customer at Starbucks that holds up the line picking a drink and the more people tell them about it, they say they’re gonna take longer to choose now. And he chose that to be his last words. I don’t know what he was on.”

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".. Well jeez, some guy I had told me I looked like Mike wazowski if someone tried making him in a realistic side, then snorted pixey dust for an hour straight. "

(did you die?)