╳ ▓ DEVIL ▓ ╳
The boy grinded his teeth, trying his best to surpress the grotesque expression
about to contort his facial features. ( INHALE deeply, hold breath, EXHALE ) Self-
control is taking overhand, dominating the teenager.
“&&WHAT might that be??”
The little girl smiled INNOCENTLY up at the teen, before extending her arm and pointing over in the direction of the PRIZE CORNER . Above a counter at the f a r end of the pizzeria sat a shelve full of toys, one of them being a rather large F r e d d y plush, complete with a little top hat between its ears and a plush microphone sewn onto its paw.
Eliza turned back to face Owen once again, before stating her request bluntly.
“ See the Freddy plush ? Get it for me. ”