Shane's Sinister and Bizarre Encounters

Help!

"Who the hell was that back there, Doyle?"

"That's Folfopino. The organization has 3 major squads. One is the recruitment squad, ran by Vulkan. Nobody's ever seen his familiar ever. He's also the leader of the organization. Folfopino is the leader of the assassination squad. The only thing I know about his familiar is its name. Morning Death."

"Wait, that guy back there was an assassin!?"

"Yes. He and I aren't on the best of terms, so that's why he might've been so blindly aggressive earlier."

"Wait. What squad are you?"

"I can't remember. All I know is I was instructed By Vulkan to follow where Folfopino went and carry out missions."

"Ok. I finally have a plan to get you, me, and Tyson outta' here."

I summoned my familiar and touched one of the walls. A door slowly opened.

"Doyle. Use your Scarecrow People."

"Yes."

I walked outside. Since Doyle used Scarecrow People, Folfopino should be coming outside. I was outside the back of the house. If Folfopino came to inspect what was happening, I could get away before he came here.

After I got outside, I heard footsteps.

"The hell, Doyle!? You're using Scarecrow People on me!? I'll shove a knife up your ass the moment you step out here!"

"Perfect," I whispered to myself.

I made my familiar begin to punch the wall, creating a racket while simultaneously creating my getaway door.

"The hell's that!?"

Folfopino began to move again. Doyle had stopped using Scarecrow People on him.

I heard the sound of someone running towards me. I quickly jumped through the door leading to the inside of the house and closed it, leaving no sign of anyone being there.

"Oh. It was nothing."

Folfopino walked back to the garden where he was keeping watch, embarrassingly, as an old lady had seen him when he had had his outburst. 

Part 2 of the plan is now a-go.

I walked back into the closet where Doyle was. He had knocked down all the stuff blocking our way. Inside there was a person. A person with a purple shirt and black pants. The man also had a gag in his mouth.

"Tyson!"

He screamed, but the cry for help was muffled by the gag.

"Don't worry buddy. We're getting you outta' here."

I asked Doyle to sever the rope with Scarecrow People and he did just that.  Doyle grabbed Tyson and asked me what we should do.

"Well, we can't leave through the back because Folfopino will hear us. We can't leave through the sides of the house as there is piping and I can't create doors on those surfaces."

"What will we do, Shane!? Folfopino's going to come back here and kill us! Including Tyson! His mission was to interrogate Tyson and then kill him!"

"Fuck it! We're just going to run through the front door! On your marks. Get set. Go!" 

Tyson screamed out of fear of getting caught by Folfopino.

We ran through the house. Lucky for us, Folfopino must've been distracted because we ran out before we even heard anything.

"Where do we go now, Shane!?"

"We need a car! Ummm. Sever the gag on Tyson's mouth."

He did just that.

"Oh god. Thank you so so so so so so so so so so so much!"

"Calm down."

He kept saying thank you.

"Calm down, dude! We need to get out of here or you're going to die!"

He continued.

"Calm your shit!"

He finally stopped.

"Tyson. Do you have a car in that garage?"

"Yeah, but that man you call Folfopino took my keys when he broke into my house."

"No worries."

I summoned my familiar once more and opened a door nearly as wide as that of the garage.

"What!? You have one too!? I thought I was the only one!"

"No time for that! We gotta' go!" 

We all ran to the car held inside the garage. We hopped in and remembered something that almost killed us.

"Oh, goddamnit! We need the keys to start the car!"

Just then, Folfopino opened the door to the garage.

"Who are you, people!?"

"Ahh! We need to get out of here fast!" Doyle squealed.

"AAh! Don't hurt me or my friends! Can't you just let us go!?" Tyson pled.

"No. As long as I have these keys, you're not going anywhere.

Folfopino pulled out the key chain that had belonged to Tyson.

"Ha!" Tyson shouted triumphantly.

"What's this?" Folfopino questioned.

"You idiot! You fell for my trap! Piracy!"

Just then, a man appeared a few meters away from Folfopino. The man had a jolly roger on its head as well as a furnace in the center of its torso. It also appeared to have holes in its hands that looked like the endless cosmos.

"A familiar!?" Folfopino shouted in confusion.

Suddenly, the keys Folfopino was holding gravitated toward's Piracy's right hand.

The familiar threw the keys to Tyson who then passed them to me.

"Go go go! Drive!"

"Right!"

We drove out onto the road. We went to the one place that we knew was safe for us. A McDonalds.