Threatening Through Celebrations
Masacrik sat in his room, bent over his painted wooden desk as he sorted through a stack of fresh papers. On one side of the desk sat signed papers. Papers he’d already checked. They weren’t anything too important, just trivial things. For example, unpaid bills, advertisements.. Nothing notable. The other side of his desk had the papers he had yet to look at. Nothing really caught his attention,
Until he’d grabbed the paper he was currently holding. It was an envelope. Masacrik adjusted his lamp for a better look, the bottom of it covered in red heart stickers. The envelope looked clean. A beautiful white, and… drawn animals on the corners of it?
With a raised eyebrow, Masacrik tore the top off and pulled out the paper within.
He skimmed over the letter in a matter of seconds, his face turning from a look of boredom to a concerned one, his eyebrows furrowing. Masacrik used his free hand to grab the glasses sitting on his desk. They didn’t help, he didn’t need them, but he thought he looked cool with them on regardless.
Strawberry.
Of course that was who would send this obnoxious letter.
But, more concerning than that..
How the hell did Strawberry get his address!? Masacrik had gone through several steps to ensure his location would be unknown to anyone in his previous life, except for Mimi of course. As far as Strawberry was supposed to know, Masacrik had vanished. The address that he’d connected to his place of residence had been fake. He’d moved out of his last place and bought a house in the middle of nowhere, then suddenly disappeared from his job without any prior notice.
Not only did this guarantee him getting away with his crimes, but it also guaranteed Mimi would be helpless. Even if she gained a sense of a memory and tried to escape, how could she? She’d have nowhere to go. She would have zero clue where they were.
Strawberry knowing where he lived was an issue. A big one at that. And Masacrik wasn’t having that.
So he weighed his options.
One, he could move.. Again. He had tons of leftover money, enough to last a lifetime. But would that even do much? He didn’t know how Strawberry had his address in the first place. What if she just got his new address using the same method?
Two, he could kill her. Show up wherever she was, ask her to go out back, and jab the poor girl in the neck.. And what if she told others where he lived? What if she was expecting this? He knew Strawberry was smart. Part of the reason why he hated her was because knew that if he slipped up for even a second, the white-hatted cat girl would catch on.. So no. His usual method wouldn’t work.
Three..
Masacrik then came to a realization.
Was this.. Really just a letter?
Strawberry.. He knew she didn’t exactly have the cleanest history. Cheating, drugs--she had a record of her own.
What if this was blackmail, of sorts..?
Masacrik skimmed over the letter once more. The letter didn’t have anything suspicious. It looked.. Legitimate. But there had to be more to it. If this really was blackmail, an indirect way to say, ‘hey, I know what you did, and if you don’t come to this location and kiss me, I will expose you,’ then.. Well.. There sure was a way to shut her up.
He could actually come to the party. What other choice did he have here..? Masacrik was used to scowling at strangers, warning them to not come near as he sipped on his Kool-Aid. He didn’t find alcoholic drinks tempting, he wouldn’t be in danger as long as he kept his wits and made sure Strawberry didn’t put a tracker on him during his visit..
And then, another important detail hit him. Mimi. If he did go.. Fuck, what would he do with the cat? He’d been out of the house before, duh. Not for long periods though. If he left suddenly, what if she popped a stitch? Fell down a flight of stairs? Ruined his coats? He wouldn’t consider Mimi high maintenance, but the city was quite far, and for all he knew, he could be out a while..
He could just.. Scare Mimi into behaving. Tell her to sit down and not move, or else. She was a good listener, usually..
But as much of a good listener as he knew she was, Masacrik also knew having her sit at home for two days alone wasn’t realistic. She was undead. Her system worked differently than a normal human’s. What if an emergency came up, and he had to fix her?
God.. none of his options were optimal. God damn it.
Fine. He’d take the cat. If concerns were raised, he’d brush it off for her. He’d leave her in the car, or something.. He’d figure it out when he got there!
With an annoyed sigh, Masacrik took his glasses off and let his letter fall onto his desk silently. He pushed his chair out and stood up, throwing a coat on as he exited his room.