Don't Kill Me. I'm Sorry. (Horrible Dhmis Fanfic That I Regret Ever Making 🤢)

Ch.11|| A new target.

"Here ya go."
Said manny who recently "ate" in the kitchen.
"Great. Were they difficult?"
Said Danny as he took the little bits of the dead food duo.
"No..."
Said manny.
Danny walked over to a brown string that laid upon manny's bed. The string was only a couple inches long.
The main reason Danny went over there with the bits was because on that string was a star from their first brightly colored victim.
Danny took the two pieces cut off from Steve and Tina, and made little holes in them with the same needle used to sew Larry's eyes closed. After the deed was done, he took one end of the string, and slid the two pieces to where the star was.
"Three down, four to go."
Said Danny as he put the unfinished bracelet back on manny's bed.
"So, which one will you choose?"
"Easy. I'll do Colin."
Manny said.
"But how?"
He questioned.
He then got another horrible yet efficient idea. He raced for Harry's phone which was on the charger next to his bed, and called a number he, for some dirty reason, memorized. He waited for a minute and the other side picked up.
"Hello, dirty sluts stripline, how may I help you masturbate?"
"Yes, I'd like to enter someone in your fine club."
"I'm sorry, how old are you?"
"Ummm..21.. I have a speech disability."
"Okay...who do you have?"
"One computer named Colin."
"..."
"Is this a joke?"
"No. I'll prove it. Get me a session and I'll prove it."
"Okay mister wise guy, strip is in one hour."
"Got it"
"Oh, but I would to include a whip, and ball gag please."
"Okay, but I'll charge you extra."
"Whatever, bye."
"Goodbye. See you here, and thank you for choosing the dirty stripper hotline."
After a conversation with a man that sounded in his 50's, manny hung up.
"I have a plan."
Said manny as he got his bat and walked out his bedroom door.
"Wait!"
Shouted Danny after him.
"What?"
"Send me a video."
Said Danny as he tossed manny a video camera.
"Sure thing."
Said manny. And he continued on.