Mountain was tall, as his namesake suggested, and you were not. You were the kit of the ghouls and ghoulettes. The youngest, the newest, and the shortest. Mountain couldn’t help but tease you relentlessly about your height, and today was no different.

Mountain, being the jerk he was, had stolen your instrument and hidden it up on a high shelf where you could only reach it if you got Mountain’s help. All of this was like a game to him.