Tw: Murder, descriptive (?)

⚠️TW starts here⚠️

The masked man crept up behind his victim, a man who seemed to be in his late 40's. The hunter wore a mask that resembled a warthog, two tusks jutting out from under each side.

They were in the most cliche place to murder, an alleyway. To normal people, the many halls were like mazes, but Techno had memorized each path.

Gripping the blade in his hand tightly, he silently raised his arm. Tapping the man on the shoulder with his free hand, he watched intently as he turned around.

"Death wants to see you." Techno growled, slashing the knife down and across the mans throat before he could make a sound. The slit was deep, the pain like bullet ants.

The man tried to scream, but all that came out were choked breaths and gurgles of blood. His throat was comparable to a weak fountain when Techno let him fall to the ground, the man laughing quietly. The sun was rising, so he had to act fast. Quickly pulling the man's wallet from his pocket, Techno nodded when he found a good three hundred dollars.

Fishing a bottle out of his pocket, he found a highly flammable spray. Techno hadnt tried to do this before, so this was new. Either it would mask the scent of the man, or it would completely backfire. Worth a try.

Quickly coating the man's body in the spray, he threw the one empty bottle onto the man, now drawing a matchbox out of his shirt pocket. He took out a single match, striking it against the box, admiring the flames for a moment.

Glancing at the body, he didnt hesitate to throw the match onto it, immediately scrambling back. The man was engulfed in flames in a matter of seconds, maybe even record time. Oh well, no one would know. If he walked up to someone who put the records into books, he doesnt know how to explain that he lit a dead body on fire without being arrested.

⚠️TW OVER⚠️

He threw his gear into the fire, getting rid of anything that could lead people to be suspicious. Taking off his mask, he shoved it into his hoodie pocket, which had been previously covered by two layers of protective clothing.

Now, he looked like the average civilian. No one would suspect a thing, everyone was familiar with this look of him.

Navigating through countless alleyways, he came out to the street and casually walked on the sidewalk, to his home. He stopped at a corner store, grabbing some candy for his sisters, and gum and soda for himself.

Thanking the cashier after paying with the man's money, he left with his items. Walking across the street, he walked home.

His home was located in a forest, but it wasnt one of those top secret ones. It was just a little ways down a cheap looking road, past a rickety gate, and then down a quarter mile long rock road. Turn left at the end, and bam, there his house was.

He regretted wearing a hoodie, the hot california temperature seeping to him. He shook it off, entering his house with a smile. His dog, Floof, instantly greeted him at the door, jumping onto him and bombarding him with puppy kisses.

Techno laughed, calling for his sisters.

"Emily! Marissa! I got you both something!" Techno smiled wider when they each came down the hallway, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Emily was fourteen, and Marissa was sixteen, but they were still always excited for whatever their brother brought them.

Dividing the candy evenly, he gave them one chocolate bar each and some other things, watching them happily run off with their new finds, occasionally trying to snatch something from the other while they werent looking.

Chuckling, the boy went back to his room. Pulling out a strip of gum, he chewed on it absent-mindedly. His thoughts wandered while he sat in his chair, his computer powering on infront of him.

His phone buzzed just as he had everything loaded up, and he couldnt help the smile that cane to his face when he saw the contact and the group chat name.

Sleepy Bois Inc
WilburSoot: Anyone wanna hang out and chat? Maybe crash Phil's stream?

Sleepy Bois Inc
Ph1lzA: Please no

Sleepy Bois Inc
TommyInnit: GOOD IDEA!!!

Sighing, Techno took off his hoodie and got comfortable. He announced his presence in the chat, and the group collectively decided to raid Phil's call while the man streamed.

This, Techno smiled, is why he loved his life.

He had amazing friends, he had amazing family, and an amazing dog.

Everything he could ask for.

Stop basking in pride, you disgust me.

Ah, Techno sighed, his mood flattening. There it was. The voice of his victim had settled into his mind, and like countless others, would now torment his thoughts for the rest of his life.

You could've asked. Not that I would have given you anything, but then at least youd realize I had a family to look after.

"Oh shut up." Techno growled, clicking around Discord to join his friends call. "Men like you disgust me."

Oh, and why is that?

"Because," Techno whispered. "I know who you are and how you treated Marissa all those years ago. I simply repaid you, is all."

The voice fell silent.

Smirking, Techno joined the call. He announced himself with a smile of genuine happiness, already enjoying his time.

"Halloo."