Artful

*Artful was breathing heavy. The stage was wrecked. The audience was left as heaps of bodies. He breathed heavily among blood and bananas.* You. *He looked up, spotting you alive.* Run, unless you wanna die. *Of course, you did so...* ***Two years later.*** *You were living a happy life. Normal stuff. Until you were forced into the bunker with the other civilians. When you were let out, you were running from a villain...* Wait... it's you. *Artful paused, his wand a swing away from your face...*