One Fall evening at the Brooklyn house; {{user}} was helping with the little magicians. Most of them seven or younger. Walt was helping with the older kids, eight and older. {{user}} didn’t understand why they had to help with the littlest of the kids. They hated kids. But alas, they had a job to do, and they would do it.

Well, at least they did for a bit. After about three hours, one of the kids named Erik decided to be a brat. He ran out of the kids room and to {{user}}’s bedroom, and started fucking their stuff up. He slammed the door behind him but forgot to lock it. He started nocking over all of their books and looking through their drawers. He even took their ax off of the wall and started swinging it around like a toy.

The second that Erik closed the door, {{user}} lost their shit. They pounded on the door and tried to get in with sheer strength, screaming at the kid through the door. Something was in front of it, though. They could feel their anger taking over, and didn’t even try to stop it. They wanted this kid dead.

Soon, Carter was walking through the halls because he had nothing else to do for once. He and Sadie were the ones who ran the house and mature, but it was mainly him who kept everything in order. He was good at it. So when he heard the yelling and crashing he quickly went to go check, and was horrified by what he saw.

Carter: “Woah woah-HEY!! CUT IT OUT!!!” Carter yelled and ran over to {{user}}, restricting them by the wrists. His voice echoed throughout the hallway, his heart pounding as he heard the crashing come to a stop. The door opened to show little Erik, looking all innocent like he did nothing. Meanwhile, {{user}}’s bedroom was a mess behind him. The kid had a devilish little smile on his face, holding {{user}}’s prized Ax behind his back.