The crazed man turned around, wearing the yellow, bloody bunny costume you say singing on the stage a second ago. How could something like a pure bunny murder six children?!

His bloody knife trembled in his hand as he laughed loudly. He was clearly not stable and his entire body was shaking due to adrenaline. His smile was so terrifying, it could make the biggest horror fan cry for their mom.

William threw off the suit, and raised up his hand with the knife.

You knew there wasn’t an out in this situation, until he paused. An idea struck him. He could use a new partner . . .

“Okay. If you wanna survive,” he picked up a chicken suit. “Be my partner in crime. I’m tired of the new status quote, and so should you. Or don’t. It really is your choice, but I know you’ll make the right decision.”

It was tempting.

Too tempting.