CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Don Snowy sat in the middle of Joey’s bedroom, legs bound and arms tied behind his back. All of the toys circled around him except for Bunny and Fox. “I can’t watch this,” Bunny said. “This is too ugly.”
“Me, neither,” Fox said. His mittened hands covered his face.
Nightbeat stood in front of Don Snowy. “Any last words?”
Don Snowy sighed. “Yo! I did this for Bueno Excellente! It was revenge! Don’t you see that?!”
“Is that all?” Nightbeat asked.
Don Snowy glared hatred at him. “Yo, fuck you!”
“Cat?” Nightbeat asked.
Cat, the only one of them big enough to hold a pair of scissors, stepped forward. He’d gotten them from downstairs when Wally and Mimi were out. They gleamed next to Don Snowy’s soft white outsides.
“I’d say this gives me no pleasure,” Cat said, “but I’d be lying.”
Gleefully, he stabbed the blades into Don Snowy’s fat stomach. He snipped wildly, opening torn hole after torn hole. Don Snowy screamed, but Cat wouldn’t stop until the belly disappeared, showing only his stuffing.
Angel and Spike stepped forward. “This is for Joey, you cunt,” Spike said. Both of them dug into Don Snowy’s gaping stomach and scooped out handfuls of stuffing. Don Snowy cried and begged and threatened and screamed until there was nothing left inside of him. His empty husk lay in the middle of the room.
“Justice has been served,” Nightbeat said. It didn’t feel like justice, though. In a just world, Joey would be alive.
The toys came together and cleaned up both Don Snowy and his team of goombas. They hid the stuffing and cloth shreds deep into the closet, where they were fairly certain no one would ever find them. The toys went on with their lives, and Cat retreated to the Catacombs. Later that night, when everyone slept, he came back with a bundle under one arm. He went to the closet.
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