The Tales of Cannet (or the stupidest account of this story you will ever read)

Your New Best Friend is a Murderer? Please Click Here for Help:

"Help. Please. Murder."

- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, 1971

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It was rainy outside when Brian woke up back in his room, tied up to a chair and a gag in his mouth. "!" The figure from last night was sitting across from him, picking off the sticker from his door.

"H-HEY!" Brian tried to scream. "I said I'd kill you when I woke up!!!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the figure said. "I know many ways to make you feel a pain worse than death." The figure held a scary-looking sword. "Now, will you calm down for a bit?"

Brian nodded and squirmed frantically, not wanting to get hurt.

"Great." The figure spun around in the chair. "Now then, you're probably wondering what I was doing, looking in your room like that."

Brian nodded, annoyed but intrigued.

"Listen, Brian..." Brian was confused about how the figure knew his name. "I have been noticing a bunch of my targets...disappearing."

And then Brian noticed it. The silver hair. The dull eyes. The many scars and bruises. Holy fucking shitballs, Brian! You fucked with the wrong person this time! It's the-

A muffled scream of "HELP! THE NIGHTSHADE KILLER!" was heard. The killer was really getting annoyed with the kid, so they added: "One more word out of you and the tongue. It's gone."

Needless to say, Brian shut up.

"Now then..." the killer looked back at the terrified Brian. "Do you know anything about the principal's involvement in the disappearances? Any sort of lead you might have will do wonders."

The killer ungagged Brian, who spout out: "Bullshit! I won't answer to you-"

"Fine. The gag stays on until it chokes you to death."

The killer shoved the gag deeper into Brian's mouth, making him tear up while he choked. He gave another mmmph that meant he needed to talk.

"I-I OVERHEARD HIM!" Brian gasped. "He was talking to a kid- Frank- fucking Frank man!"

"Hmmm." the killer wrote down in his notepad. "So, why was he talking to him, of all people?"

"He's his roomate, he'd know if he was missing overnight!" Brian wheezed, coughing up his own saliva.

"Alright, thanks." The killer looked back. "Jeez, you're not looking too hot."

"Cause *cough*? You? Choked? Me?"

"Right, right. I looked at the security footage and I saw you were the last one who saw Arnoldo, right?"

"How did you do that?"

"Don't ask that. Now did he look like he knew anything of significance?"

"N-No-"

"Don't lie to me, Brian. Now tell me the truth."

"*cough* Jeez, I didn't know!! Okay? He just ran off into the woods, I didn't follow him!"

"That's important enough, Brian."

Brian felt weak in the chair, as the killer stood up. "Well, that's all I need." The killer debating killing Brian, and he decided: Yeah, I'll kill him. He's been too much of a pain, anyways.