candyman | Ephram&Bobby
Ultimately, the thing reminded Bobby of one of those vaudeville skits that one of her old foster brothers had been strangely obsessed with. Where at the end of it, they loop a cane around the performer's waist and comically drag them back behind the curtain and show’s over folks. Except this was just someone’s very long arm and Bobby was pretty sure she fought a good deal more than a vaudeville performer would. She snarled and bit, feeling every bit of the wolf she was supposed to be now until she was knocked out.
Later, when Bobby came to, she had the idle thought that this would be the perfect place to tag a 4-foot ass without getting caught. The backroom she assumed she had been locked in was disgusting. The white brick walls had been dirtied after years of being exposed to the elements, even the signs - some of them advertisements for candy, others seemed more like OSHA reminders for any employees of what this building used to be, they were barely readable. The floors were covered in various debris that Bobby was just laying on, with no protection. They didn’t even bother putting her in a chair. They did give her a candle though, set up in the corner of the room. What sweethearts.
After taking in her surroundings for a moment, she sprang up, first trying the door - locked as she thought - then moving to where the only windows in this room were. They were high up, but reachable and narrow, but Bobby bet if she really tried she could fit through. All she would need is a boost. Her eyes narrowed at the door once more. Bobby’s first thought is this was the werewolf that originally bit her, he had tracked her down and was coming for her, but if that was the case why didn’t he just kill her? Another groan left Bobby’s chest as she rolled her eyes in the back of her head. This song and dance better not be for another villain monologue.
There was some light pouring through the crack of the door and Bobby slammed her palm against the barrier once, then twice, then over and over again as she shouted. “Hey! Kill me or bring me a chair, but I’m not sitting my ass on this floor again!” More pounding with her fists, until someone pounded back, once and with a ordered shout telling her to sit down.
“Shut the fuck up man.” Another voice, a little more distant came from behind the door. “We can’t do this until-” the voice became more muffled like he turned away.
“She’s loud as balls!” she heard the louder voice shout, the one that initially ordered her. “She’s gonna attract attention.”
“You’re the loud one. Shut your trap and we can take care of her in no time. She’s fresh.”
Realizing they weren’t going to bring her a chair or even speak to her, Bobby moved back to the windows, desperately trying to scramble up the wall to at least get a view outside.
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