Mar 28, 2016
@desxderium
“Beeecky. Becky, darlin’, c’mon out! Hidin’ won’t do you any good, will it?”
His voice echoed along the halls as he grasped the knife that he snagged from the kitchen in his hand. Oh, he couldn’t really resist a game of cat and mouse, could he? It was funny, really, James thought, how they RAN. They ran and ran and ran, and he would chase them until they were cornered.
It was all a game to him, but, well, what else did he have to do to entertain himself in these halls? These decrepit corridors? Here, he was something akin to a god, or, at least he liked to think he was.
A pause, and he clicked his tongue for sighing exasperatedly. “C’mon, little birdy...you can’t fly forever, you know!”
