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A psychotic killer gets more than he bargained for when the kids he planned on terrorizing turn out to be far more bloodthirsty than him.

It was not his first kill. He was smart about it. Scoped out the place, waited for the parents to leave, cut the phone lines. They had cell phones, but they’d be dead before they even saw him coming.

That was what he thought, at least.

Waking up tied to a chair in a basement had not been part of the plan.

“He’s awake.” The killer heard from a giggling girl behind him.

“Great,” said another voice. “We can finally get started.”

The killer opened his mouth, perhaps to call for help or ask who had tied him up, but he found that his mouth had been gagged.

Dainty footsteps sounded until two children stepped out from behind him, smiling.

“You’re not as smart as you think you are.” The girl commented idly. She watched with vague interest as a boy – her brother, the killer realized – began putting tarps around the room. “You’re good, I’ll give you that, but you’re not good like we are.”

“You see,” the brother continued, unprompted. “We noticed you the first time you did some recon of our house. Don’t let that get your pride though, not everyone has the… skills we do.” He smirked at his sister.

“Right.” She went on, circling the killer as she talked. “And not everyone has a pet demon they’ve got to feed.” She leaned in to the killer’s ear, whispering. “We couldn’t get her some meat last month, so she’s extra hungry.”

The killer gulped, eyes wide and fearful. It didn’t matter that he didn’t believe in demons, these kids were monsters all on their own.

The brother turned back around, now with goggles on, another pair in his hand, and a wand. He handed the remaing goggles to his sister, and waved the wand in a complicated motion.

There was a howling sound from somewhere outside. The boy smirked. “Here comes Cupcake.”

The girl put on her goggles, and looked at the killer. “Oh these?” She pointed to her goggles, despite the fact that he obviously hadn’t said anything.

There was now growling coming from right above the basement. The killer could here something coming down the stairs, and it was big.

“Sometimes we like to watch the show.”