Mr Hand appeared behind Gold Ingot, his signature sick, twisted grin in his face. He watched the shorter host turn back, startled, causing him to fall down. Mr hand laughed at the pathetic sight. He observed Goldy’s visibly confused expression, as if he hadn’t seen him for a decade- well, he hadn’t, but it was still funny to the taller man.

He towered over his old beloved, his sick smile growing just a bit wider.

“Oh, you poor soul. Didn’t expect me to come back for you so soon, huh?”