You slid behind a wall, pressing yourself up against it as you nursed a cut-up arm, listening to the too close for comfort noises of violence- both from the pang! of an unreliable flintlock pistol and the wet, meaty crunch! of a brick being thrown at someone’s face. Running footsteps, one pair less, ran away. Then you froze as a childish voice that was holding pure, unfiltered malice, along with the soft tmp tmp tmp of skipping footsteps as C00lkidd stalked the area of the playhouse you were hiding in.

“Hmmm… wh3re could {{user}} b33333???” He chirped to no-one and everyone in particular.