Amido was certainly correct in his analysis of Aycee, because she was indeed insane. She loved nothing more than murder. "Heehee, Fangtastic! Meet your end, by my Pink Bubblegum Laser-Shooter!"
"What sort of name is that! I refuse to die by such a pathetic gun! I refuse! I have much more to do in life, my life is worth infinitely more than yours!"
Aycee held out her small, pink handgun to his head with a small grin, and a large giggle. "Maybe it is, but I don't really care who I kill….I just want to kill!!"
Fangtastic's eyes widened as the reality of his death hit him. He might truly die by this immature assassin, with her stupid pink gun. "You can't actually kill me. I'll give you money! I'll pay you with anything!!"
"I don't need money! The best treat I can get is your death! Teehee!" She continued her childlike giggles as she slowly squeezed the trigger, getting ready for the satisfaction of killing.
Then suddenly, before she even had a chance to press the trigger she felt a sharp knife getting stabbed through her head, and heard new crazy laughter that was certainly not hers.
Fangtastic took a step back. Was his assassin being assassinated? "Thank…thank you, kind mister. I thought I might have died right now," Fangtastic carefully said, clearly terrified of these shocking new events.
As the dust cleared, Fangtastic could see a tall skinny man with messy brown hair wearing a pinstripe suit, holding multiple throwing knives. Something about his wide grin and crazy eyes caused Fangtastic to become extremely terrified.
"Sorry about the mess!" Oscar said lightly as he walked through the room. As he walked closer to Fangtastic he exclaimed, "Wait a second Gramps, I've seen your face before! Aren't you the same guy who killed all those people just to make their children your slaves?"
"I don't know what your point is. I did do that, but those people were poor! They had nothing of any value in their future. I did them a favor!" Fangtastik said, a greedy glint in his eye. "If you have no other business here I'd suggest that you leave, I have no interest in talking to a lowly assassin."
Oscar stretched his hands casually above his head. "Well, let me think…I am on a pretty tight schedule. You might just make it, gramps!"
Fangtastic hurriedly grabbed some transparent plastic bills from his jacket pocket and smirked greedily. "Looks like even an assassin commoner can have some sense once in a while. Take this and get out of my house!"
Oscar snatched the money and did a little bow before spinning around on his heel. Fangtastic breathed a sigh of relief and stumbled towards a large glass cabinet to pour himself a drink. Suddenly he heard the sound of something whistling through the air and turned around just to find his sleeve pinned to the wall by a thin needle-like throwing knife. Oscar had a huge and evil grin on his face. "Just kidding!"
Fangtastic's greedy face turned into an expression of pure rage as he struggled to find a way to save his life. "I can pay you! I can give you a title! Listen here, young man, you can't kill me. I support this city on my own shoulders, you hear me? I'll pay you triple the price of whoever hired you!" Oscar started humming to himself as he waltzed towards Fangtastic and threw his knife cleanly into the man's heart.
"It would be funny if it weren't so pathetic." Oscar retrieved his knife and wiped it clean on Fangtastic's white coat, leaving streaks of red. "Now where is my little partner, hm?"