“ Wh-What are you?! ” Gerhard shouted at them as he held onto the wall for support, expressing his confusion as he realized there were more of them - and they were all watching him. Terrified, the demon child felt like prey cornered by the predator, of which there were several. He would’ve blasted them with a fireball to keep them at bay, but even Gerhard wouldn’t dare do such a thing in Lotte’s house…
Not expecting an answer from them, and unnerved by their animalistic growling, Gerhard wouldn’t waste any time trying to confront them and made a break for the entrance to Lotte’s house when one approached him, not taking any chances with whatever it had in store for him. In his attempt to escape, the demon child nearly crashed into the entrance door and threw it open, the light of day welcoming him with the relief of escaping to safety… until he felt bandages wrap tightly around his body, proceeding to forcibly drag him back into the house.
“ AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! N-NO! NO, NO, NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!!! NOOOOO!!! SOMEONE, HELP!!! ” The child screamed bloody murder, hoping that he’d be loud enough to catch the attention of anyone in the vicinity who’d happen to hear him. In the meantime, Gerhard put up a fierce resistance against his assailant, struggling with all of his might to escape. He tried to tear at the bandages with his hands, even tried biting them, but they were more durable than he thought. Unfortunately for him, his struggle only made it worse for himself in the end, as he became more entangled in the mess of bandages and he felt himself being dragged further and further away from escape…
As Gerhard was being dragged back into the house, the front door was slammed shut. Soon, the child would find himself upside-down as whoever was controlling the bandages raised them higher. A single light from a flashlight came on and the light was tilted back to reveal Core Pride’s face. The Remix looked up at Gerhard with a blank expression, before slowly tilting his head to the side.
“What are you doing here, Gerhard,” he asked with a cold, unsettling tone.
“You weren’t trying to steal anything, were you,” Asian Concerto had a serious tone to his voice too.
“I say we get rid of which hand or foot he likes the least,” Pyramid brought the flashlight over to himself and evily grinned, “Proper punishment for not only a thief, but someone who woke us up too early.”