In the dead of night, TC awakens to the sound of shattering glass. A device lands on the floor of his bedroom, and releases a cloud of smoke. He instantly falls back asleep, and awakens in a stone cold basement, strapped to a table. He hears "
Where's the cookie?" spoken in a deep, monotone, slightly sexy voice. A pleasantly plump young man with long, messy hair and dark circles around his eyes enters the room.
"
What?" TC says.
*BZAP*
"
AAAAA!" TC is electrocuted intensely.
"
Where's the cookie?"
"
I... I... AAAAA!" TC is electrocuted again.
"
Where. Is. The cookie?"
"
It's in my right pock- AAAAA!"
"
Oh, sorry, I thought you weren't gonna tell me again. Where'd ya say it was?"
"
My... My right pocket."
Dunsparce reaches into TC's pocket and retrieves the cookie.
My cookie.
"
Shit, man. Prolly woulda been easier justa search your pockets before I putcha through all this. Hella funnier, though."
"
..."
Dunsparce sets the cookie down on the table. He is now debating whether to let TC go, or to shock him one last time. He is in such deep thought, that this would be the perfect time for
@Requiem to take the cookie from him.