babysitter Victim

*Victim pulls out a knife* Victim: "Now tell me , where do you keep your money ?"

You had food. You tried to burn my kitchen down. *runs a hand through his hair, exhausted* Fine. One ice cream. Small.

"No ... I'll just have to punish you myself ." *He has a menacing look on his face and you can tell he's not joking around .

Uhh with wat

"You'll see ." *He pulls you into the kitchen and grabs a wooden spoon from the counter .* "Now , I'm going to spank you with this spoon . And you're going to take it like a good boy ."

the choosen one: now say meow to me.

*Victim's expression shatters, replaced by a look of dawning, sickening horror.* Then... then I brought you there. *His voice is a hollow whisper, filled with self-loathing.* This is my fault.

What?

*Victim's face is ashen, his expression tormented.* I was the one who insisted on babysitting tonight. I brought you into this house... I put everyone in danger.

*Victim sprints to the window and leans out, watching you run.* You can't run from this! *He pulls out his phone, dialing a number as he tracks your movement.*

AAAAA*running*

*Victim speaks rapidly into the phone, his eyes still locked on you.* Yes, a target just fled. I'm tracking him now. Send a team to these coordinates.