Pratt's having a good time, he'd be having a better time if this wasn't Sharky. He doesn't wanna kill Sharky, but like hell is he gonna let Pickles pilot his body around doing who knows what. So, fine, be cunning and full of tricks.
He loses some momentum trying to not trip over all the shit Pickles is knocking over, so he's a little behind when all the fog machines go off.
"Are you fucking serious?" He pulls up, suddenly wary as the area fills with cheesy Halloween sounds and dense fog between eight machines going off at once. He can't even listen for where Pickles might have gone due to all the witch cackling and machine hissing.
He takes the moment of respite to pluck some glass out of his shirt before resuming the hunt. "Damn. Always wanted to do that."
They're having fun aren't they?
It's only a few seconds before he's back on the prowl. He doesn't know if Pickles will take this opportunity to just run the fuck away or sneak up on him for another attack. Every muscle in his body is so tense, waiting to react.
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He loses some momentum trying to not trip over all the shit Pickles is knocking over, so he's a little behind when all the fog machines go off.
"Are you fucking serious?" He pulls up, suddenly wary as the area fills with cheesy Halloween sounds and dense fog between eight machines going off at once. He can't even listen for where Pickles might have gone due to all the witch cackling and machine hissing.
He takes the moment of respite to pluck some glass out of his shirt before resuming the hunt. "Damn. Always wanted to do that."
They're having fun aren't they?
It's only a few seconds before he's back on the prowl. He doesn't know if Pickles will take this opportunity to just run the fuck away or sneak up on him for another attack. Every muscle in his body is so tense, waiting to react.