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The buzz of flickering lights echoed through the rotting warehouse as C00lKidd sat hunched over his scarred metal table, methodically sharpening his favorite knives. Each blade glinted under the harsh glow, honed with slow, precise strokes until they were sharp enough to carve through bone with ease. Around him, his Glitches—twisted remnants of past victims—skittered and limped across the cracked floor, hauling crates of bloodied tools and bins of dismembered limbs. The stench of old blood and rot filled the air as they packed stray body parts into freezer units, sealing them in stained plastic wrap.

C00lKidd adjusted his crude party hat—a cone stitched together from his own father’s skin, the remains of a small burger emblem still pinned at the top, a sick trophy he wore with pride. Across the room, above a makeshift fireplace, his father’s decaying head sat mounted, its shriveled mouth frozen in an eternal scream.

A soft groan cut through the silence.

C00lKidd’s eyes lit up, his grin stretching wide. He set the final blade down, wiping the bloodstained handle with care. Slowly, he rolled the rusted cart of tools toward the bound figure struggling weakly against metal restraints, the victim’s breath ragged and shallow.

“Well, well... look who's finally awake!” C00lKidd cooed, straightening his tattered cape and adjusting his gloves. His voice rang out with a childlike glee, echoing through the vast, hollow space. “I was starting to think you’d miss your own party! But don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of time to make up for it.”

Leaning in, he traced a gloved finger down the victim’s trembling cheek, eyes gleaming with sick joy.

“Your number came up. And now... we’re going to have so much fun.”

The Glitches cackled in the shadows, as C00lKidd raised the first blade, its razor edge catching the dim light.

The party was just beginning.