Sinister Simian Spirits of 85th Way

Such a hideous, evil face. All stretched out skin and sinister grins.

The laughter still ringing. Of a pack of hyenas.

“I don’t care Madeline! Your brother wants to go with you and that is final!” Mom had snapped Maddie decided. “It’s the last I’ll hear of it and your petulant tantrums!”

Wordlessly shooing her for the stairs and to her room.

Completely indifferent and uncaring when she didn’t come out.

Making her hear and writhe at how sweetly she would speak with darling little Toby in comparison.

All this stress.

All this grouching and frowning her Mom hated so much…

She was going to have the most awful lines crinkling her forehead.

And the bags under her eyes from freakish insomnia made it all the worse.

At least on Halloween she could spare neglecting a sacred hour of makeup prep.

Since the last of her allowance had been spent on a mall trip for some hair accessories actually in this quarter she couldn’t even purchase a skin tight leotard or vampiress cape and hood for a costume.

She tightened her grip on a meager paper bag. A crinkling orange foil and a garish bat at its front.

But it was scary she supposed.

And Toby had been the one to insist. A gift.

Ugh. The entire trek was absolutely humiliating.

Toby strapped to her side rattling on this and that for every house and every stupid, childish scare, when he wasn’t creasing her bottom sculpting jeans.

And of all things her terrible appearance and watered down, flat long hair she was sure she appeared the freakiest and most despicable goth on the planet.

The absolute horror!

Maddie wanted to faint.

Only— she had this problem.

In a brand spanking new black Spiderboy outfit from Ghoulish October instead of the usual Walmart run.

He ran back eager and with eyes sparkling.

At the best of times she couldn’t admit he made things just a little better.

Certainly not now.

She’d make sure when she checked his candy to steal some of his favorites.

Keep up appearances and keep Toby aware on who the ‘big sister’ was.

“It was soooo cool. You should have come!”

Toby took her hand without complaint.

“That guy’s costume was the best ever!”

An uncanny chill began to sweep through.

As did a strange feeling.

“I mean I was almost scared but then, I have to… no big…”

That house.

Hadn’t it—? It was off. Something about it made her stomach clench.

Looking to Toby, unaffected, Maddie still couldn’t shake the feeling she had done something wrong.

If she was right Lainey’s new beau toy Derek had a Dad in real estate.

He’d mentioned properties on sale. Way, way out of their way which made it just perfect for their purposes.

He’d often get keys just for the heck of it.

Take a few selfies in the empty space, imagine themselves owning a Chiffon cherry red sectional and 62 inch flat screen on the wall.

Feeling the tug she stopped right in her tracks.

Breath turned to ice and sheer terror running through her—

Before she caught on that it was just Toby who now looked a little confused too.

“Maddie?”

“What?” She bit out, a bit too harsh and she tried to get herself together.

Not that Toby minded much anyway.

“For you!” Smiling proud as if he’d just unearthed a fine, expensive jewel for her presented a candy in shiny foil.

A dark, pinkish foil.

“Thanks. You pain in my neck,” she said cracking a nice little smile.

(She grinned ear to ear. Happier than she’d remembered being in at least a few weeks)

The paper really cracked with noise when she opened it.

A decadent cherry crème bonbon.

With two acrylic clip-on nails she popped the treat in her mouth whole.

Flavor almost thicker than rotted death exploding out of her mouth.

A pearly white fog rolled around her ankles as they continued on a desolate sidewalk.

The lights already turned off despite the early hour.

She could imagine the people who could afford these houses had worked well into their fifties childless and with not a spot of romance to do it.

Toby continued on collecting.

Maddie wasn't on a diet or anything, she just had a naturally great figure, but within the first hour the dour looks had gotten to her.

She just couldn't see the big problem all the adults seemed to have for her lately.

And just what was it with all the candy wrappers starting to litter the lawns and road?

What she wouldn't give to at least be with a friend.

Lei and Maurice had said shove it to guys for awhile and did a girl-friend couples costume. Very hot pink and sultry.

Bryn Blake would make a game out of the whole ordeal along her own little brother.

Winding their way towards the looping path they'd chosen to take home was just a few tightly knit houses and round out away.

At least, that's what Mom had said and so did the furious texts beginning to build.

Instead they were at the park of the fogie neighborhood gated away from kids. Which didn't make sense if it wasn't going to be used either way.

"Why are we here? Mom told us not to," Toby whined.

"I-- I know, just-- you must have gotten me turned around."

"Nuh uh! No I didn't!"

"Look it doesn't matter, we're not staying."

"This is wrong."

"Yeah no fooling," she muttered gruffly.

"This is wrong sis. Please-- please--"

She blocked out what sounded like Toby about to cry.

When she squeezed his hand he looked to get the memo since he'd just shut his mouth for the moment.

Stomping across the prepped and perkily grown grass and milkweed stalks the silence truly began to set in.

Vague howls of a dog.

Rush of chilly autumn wind.

The ringing was back in her ears. Subtle and ever leering, almost mocking her...

Turning her head around until it was dizzy and piqued to see a murderer in the shadows.

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"OH."

Jeering laughter.

Maddie held Toby tight.

Freezing in place and realizing they weren't at the door. The other side of the gate.

Padlocked and closed all the same. Straight bars she in no way could climb over.

"I'm scared," Toby held on tight to her leg.

Fiddling with another shiny wrapper candy. She recognized a brand of taffy.

"We're fine. This is fine."

The screeching of hyena cackles grew louder.

Logically, this wasn't real. She was having some break.

Maddie from everything tonight had gone mad.

And she was around Toby like this.

With his bright wrappers and innocent eyes looking to her. Not knowing better.

"Maddie, Maddie."

"I got this," she yanked him along, "don't worry. This is going to be fine. We're fine."

She should have packed some flashlight. Or a whistle. Or Hell, insisted onto Mom to get her phone back.

"Whose laughing?"

"No one Toby. No one else is here."

"But then, why are there girls laughing? They sound like your friends."

"Oh come on be serious," she huffed, "we don't laugh like that."

Maddie kept her gaze firmly on the door.

The security person just about to close up was sympathetic.

For once. Then again he didn't look at her too much. Probably didn't wanna make things weird which, totally failed.

"That's a nice boy. I had a son," he mused absently.

She said nothing while furtively urging Toby to hurry.

With a screech the park had been left behind them. Along the odd park service guy or whatever title those ones had for themselves. Not ranger definitely. Rangers had a much more assertiveness to them.

Her friends had theorized which "men's career" would be the most fun in bed.

For once she was relieved to be back in her boring, basic neighborhood block.

"That's it. Time to go home, I can't bear another scare like that one tonight," she decided toward her brother.

He laughed but either way nodded his head.

"Do ya wanna share my candy? I knew you were shy to ask before. You reeeeealllly are a scaredy cat Maddie."

"No I'm not," I huffed quietly. "Just stop talking."

"Alright," he chirped.

Taking a break on the curb to check some of her brother's haul there was a procession of tired kids, tired mothers, dragging along their bed cases turned into huge, greedy stashes of candy.

"I'mma talk to Grady okay sis."

"Toby don't you--"

But he was already on a swift waddling run for the boy.

And there she noticed he was crying.

"Awww what happened Grey?" Toby asked.

"A-- a hic monster. Mons hic --ter took my candy!!"

He held back what was sure to have been an ear-splitting wail upon seeing her. Another bigger, meaner, and gross girl.

"She was so mean!"

"Maddie!" Toby shrieked, sounding almost offended. To what she frankly couldn't be sure.

Dumb kid. Needed to get his eyes checked.

"Hey, I am just having a bad hair day, it happens."

Not that boys get it. At any age.

"Noooo," he trilled. "Don't be dumb Toto! I know you're sister would be dragging you around. Mine was supposed to--

"This thing was just as tall though, had long tangled hair like a full pot of pasta over her head, but her face was all burned off, there was red and blood and bone! I SAW HER SKULL AND SHE HAD TOO MANY TEETH! She wanted to eat me."

Toby sympathized immediately, getting himself into a state over it.

And it took her all of a moment to know whose fault this was.

And she hadn't told her. Not that she could have joined but then she would have known to avoid this very situation. Being involved and all.

Toby looked up at her.

She placed a hand over her mouth as if to think, gazing in some random direction. This time toward one house with gaudy and glaringly lit decorations. It almost made the whole street to day but there were still shadows. Green eyes peeked from one black eyed Jack-o-Lantern balloon--

And there shouldn't have been.

But before she could take a closer look it streaked across the street, quickly out of sight with no discernable feature.

Only she could swear she'd seen something suspiciously red splotched on a small chest.

Blood?

Before she could really think on it Maddie rushed over to the spot.

The boys followed behind her, having gone ominously quiet.

Likely, by having sensed her own tense, wary mood.

Only to find—

Crunching leaves alongside crunching shiny foil.

Gingerly picking up a navy blue one she felt the light smear of what could only be chocolate.

Uck.

What. A. Mess.

And she’d rather not be around to be blamed for it.

“We will take Toby home won’t we?” her brother whispered.

(Grady, but such a small errant thought it was hardly a correction anyway, how it really went).

Since her brother’s whisper thrummed in such an odd way he may as well have stroked her very flame of life.

What were with these weird— no. She was so not the type to have this kind of stuff on her head.

“Yeah let’s go,” she said.

“You’re a good person.”

“Yeah I know.”

The green eyes continued to follow the trio.

The errant steps of a child left imprints of rushing death.

———-

By this point her feet were ready to fall off. It was ten. Then she’d have to wake up for an early morning shower. Nice as it would be to sleep in the possibility of greasy pores or worse yet bad scent was unacceptable.

Only another child cried out.

And this time a few feet in their way. Cut off partly by a much taller figure with brambles of long hair, a pair of red pumps, oooo she had a bone to pick with Bryn.

“Hey!”

She yanked her friend by one shoulder, flinching at just how grisly her mask was.

And not just the mask.

She was in baggy men’s clothes all ragged and torn to pieces, even sewed sticks and leaves across her body.

“The heck is going on? Bryn your brother really?” She scoffed tilting to see Trent Blake dressed as a s’more tears running down his marshmallow white face.

Bryn's cheeky smile fell, gaze trailing down to take Maddie in, "Oh. My Lord. What did they do to you?"

She furtively scuttled up to Maddie's face, taking her poorly manicured hands into her own. "Oh no no no. This won't do absolutely won't at all. Please tell me no one has seen you like this you poor thing!"

She simply pulled her hand back, hardly caring and frankly in some disbelief.

"Whatever forget that. Like I said, you have some explaining--"

Bryn raised a hand. "Stop."

Toby was holding to Maddie's hand still.

"Say no more. We'll go to my house all four of us, I know your Mom must be driving you insane so let me take care of that."

"Really with these guys Bryn?" she asked tiredly. "I really just want--"

"Please let me spoil you."

"Yeah, you are so good with making people feel special."

"And that means?" she said, not only confused but certainly suspicious. So much so that a dark shadow overtook her face and cast a somber shade to her eyes.

"Oh you know what I mean. You know perfectly well," she whispered in a bitter hiss.

“Hah! That? So what Mad-Lin?” She crowed.

“Why didn’t you tell me what you and the other girls had planned for tonight?”

“What’d ya mean?” Bryn tsked with a wry smile and patronizing tone.

“Don’t give me that!”

“Oh fine fine. Yes I’ve been around the block a bit. Mom stuck me with this little monster too so that wasn’t fun. At. All.”

“Okay I get that part.”

Toby was looking up but didn’t seem to really get what was happening.

Maddie didn’t exactly parade the fact she did this kind of thing anyway.

Was it funny? No, not really. It wasn't about that either way. Not when they'd go towards the edge of town for the unrented homes and loiter around with fake blood or intestines that were really balloons or cooked spleen.

"Then just what's the problem?" Bryn challenged not at all bothered.

"The problem is--"

And it should have been that she didn't have deniability. Just had to get involved when

Toby was around.

So then why was her stomach doing sour flops.

She was really starting to feel ill.

"We're supposed to be on the same page with this type of thing."

"Look you weren't going to be joining with your Mom."

"Fine, fine. Just forget it."

And at that her expression finally warmed. Taking in Maddie, who had turned away ready to bid her a good night.

"Mads, I didn't mean to give you trouble really. Where are those brats? Let's just dump them over at mine or something? Then I'll walk you home."

"Grady and Toby, live--"

Where Toby had been before was only empty air, now rising in strength, making her skin prick with terrible, almost... hellish... cold.

"Toby! Grady!" Maddie shouted out to the sprawl of meandering children and their plastic, nylon costumes.

Whirling around, "Trent's gone too!!"

"Ha! Oh yea, he is," Bryn laughed.

Until Maddie shook her. "Focus, this is seriously not a joke. I-- I--" her heart was swelling inside her horribly, pounding at her chest. "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, she's gonna kill me."

A terrible roar brought Maddie to her knees.

Black edged her vision.

And she felt others looking at her. Looking.

Looking.

From all sides, judging her and sneering.

They were all sneering at her. She raked her hands through her hair. God, when had she last shampooed. She was so stupid.

She looked so ugly.

Bryn snatched her face, scrunching her cheeks. There was a faint CRACK. She wasn't completely sure from where.

Her sight was still black and wonky at the edges but her ugly makeup and horrible disfigured wax of a face came clearly.

"Look, the brats can't have gone far. Let's just track 'em down okay? they'll be fine and if not, well their fault really."

Slowly, Maddie stood up.

Helped along by Bryn, and pointed towards the block where there house was all the same.

Yeah.

That made sense.

The night sky sort of pressed and something in their steps was muffled, that was probably her own head cottoning in terror.

"If they get run over by a car I hope neither of us will have to clean up the mess? Maybe that would be better."

Bryn's laugh turned into a heartless cackle. No way.

That's not how they laughed. No.

The laughter still ringing.

A snarling, savage pack of hyenas. So arrogant and so out of their breadth.

Unbidden she thought of a polecat and her best friend, who held her hand now, locked by her face and beautiful blond hair.

"Toby! Grady!"

TRENT!"

"Ollie on the Oxen free."

Adults ignored them.

The streets slowly emptied.

Time ticked by.

But not that long she was sure.

Maddie began to get a sickening feeling all over again.

She ate some candy, careful of their shiny foils, keeping the shiny paper in one piece as she popped one chocolate and then two and then three.

"You're my sister and I love you."

She was sure Toby wouldn't mind too much.

"You're his sister. The least you can do is look out for him Maddie!"

And he'd better not mind the scolding he was going to get.

They'd dropped some of their candy right in the middle of the road.

Looked to have crossed it.

Squinting, Maddie quickly saw bright red packing tape and the spider stripes of his Miles Morales.

Her brother didn't speak. He didn't laugh.

Street lights began to flicker and flick.

Toby became almost like a shadow, part flesh and one brown eye, and then nothing at all.

Until he was swallowed in the dying light.

There was no hint of Grady but a shoe.

Maddie suggested (pleaded with some tears) for Bryn to call the police.

Her friend's disgust and irritation so absolute shut that idea down pat.

Her voice had certainly something wrong with it. She didn't say so quite then, but clearly manic and aggro was not her color.

Next was the stoop of their two houses neighbor.

Toby looking happy and hyper as usual simply waved her over as if the two weren't fuming.

Trading a solitary look, first with his friend Trent and then to the girls.

A look all too knowing and snide. Eyes glazed and yet his nose up at the air.

And that included Maddie.

The two boys fled for their sisters.

Toby smashing right into Maddie's chest. "You found me Maddie, you found me! Hey big sister."

"Don't you, you are in so much trou--ble."

His shoe was off. But not just his shoe.

His entire foot was-- there was some kind of black thing, too dark and too putrid to be blood gushing.

Somehow his short neck was long enough for his breath to touch her ear. "The mask, she has none on."

Her hands simply let him go.

A dizzy spell overtook her as the black sky danced across her eyes and the streetlights buzzed and flicked across her eyelids.

So many trees rustled in a barren walkway.

Where Toby giggled just across them.

Pointing and laughing at...

Bryn's mask.

"We're going to leave you," she called.

"Don't say that!" I chided.

And watched her eyes turn so, so cold.

"What-- what is going on? I-- I can't take this anymore."

Toby continued staring without a word.

Simply that smile split across his face. Watching a very lively TV show.

"I cant, where is Toby" Where's anyone? Why are you-- Bryn, Trent he's all alone."

"No. He's been with me all night. Toby's been with you all night."

She crossed her arms.

"I'd hoped you'd figure it out."

"Figure, figure what? About some monster!"

Bryn laughed.

Her own, regular laugh. Loud, clear, and decidedly not a cackle.

"You've got things backward. Those, those are a complete pain sure," she pointed toward Toby, still present, the nastiest expression Maddie had remembered seeing on Bryn, "but monsters? No, that's what we're here for. Least, that's what these stupid guards want us to feel like and that's not really fair is it?"

"Huh?" Maddie breathed, unable to-- to really comprehend.

Bryn shrugged. "We didn't mean for Toby and Grady to disappear, those kids should have just done what we said and not been such squealers. And what about us? They were why we had to be stuck here for so long."

"Stuck? Disappear? Bryn, what have you done?"

"What have you done," she echoed, and used Maddie's own voice.

As tears blurred her eyes, as the dark pulsated and became nothing across her vision, the mask Bryn wore came to... came to focus.

That... whatever it was made of really didn't look like plastic.

Trembling, she walked to Bryn, head down and hands tucked to her chest as if to apologize profusely.

Opening her mouth, Maddie sucked in a breath.

Jerking to stare where there should have been grass she instead shot out a hand to the mask.

Only to be caught, arm twisted at it's wrist and shoved aside.

Maddie's hair splayed across her face.

Without sparing another moment she ran.

Ran across a black, boundless void with no door or forest. No pavement or tile floors.

Within the beating of her heart as she fled.

Bryn's voice rang through her mind like a liberty bell.

"This'll be so fun!"

"We should not have to suffer."

"Augh! They're so unfair how old are we? Sixteen, practically grown-ups."

She felt so cold.

Maddie wrapped her arms around herself.

Grass flicked cool dew drops across her bare ankles.

"You two look so beautiful."

Mom held her tight and kissed her forehead. "You're a beauty Madeline. Money well spent," she laughed fondly, hand to her cheek.

Nostalgia and love in her gaze.

Toward a daughter resplendent in a diamond dripping Countess costume.

She was in the gated park with the creepy security person.

The one who'd had a son.

At the gate was... some speck of white.

Catching her breath and steeling her nerves though she didn't know from what, Maddie walked the length of the park.

Finding a cross and single photograph.

With one corner that flapped to the bitter October chill.

IN MEMORIAM

Grady Turpin.

Flowers and candy were abound. But each bud had long turned brown and would make a crunch if she'd tried to hold one.

But she had seen Grady. Just last night.

Or the last week.

Halloween was soon wasn't it?

But she was going with her friends. Not with Toby.

But, when had her Mom loved her like that?

She couldn't place the memory.

Maddie closed her eyes. Just for a moment and just to think.

Only to hear screaming behind her eyelids.

Remember a heavy layer of dust and the hanging smell of industrial cleaner.

Lainey's beau toy Derek had a Dad in real estate.

If she was right, a bunch of rich homes had gone up to market lately.

There'd been some freaky accidents.

Made for great fodder and Halloween gossip at school, not to mention scaring their little siblings witless.

Rich neighborhood meant rich security.

And Maddie wasn't quite sure why she was so terrified but she knew well to not doubt such instincts.

_____________

She doubted the rich people had kids.

So she wasn't sure why there would be such a mess of candy.

It practically lined each boulevard.

Some chocolate brands, Sour Lemons and Berries, hard jawbreakers, skeleton and vampire teeth novelty toys.

And a delightful little trail of shiny taffy wrappers.

She could barely hold herself a snort. Some were even unopened. Dumb kids, letting go of contraband like that.

"For you!"

In her pocket was many more foils. Each a darkish pink or blue color.

"Oh Mads! Made-liiiiine!"

A voice sang out from the street.

From where she couldn't be sure.

But it set her deeply on edge.

Maddie doubled back, only to run into Bryn.

No, through Bryn.

The thought almost had her retch. And remember that awful, grisly lump of skin that was her disturbing Halloween mask.

Only to find, she wore a matching Countess costume to her own. And, the other Maddie.

"Do you get it yet? Friend?"

Tapping her shoulder, was that terrible face. Bryn.

What is this.

"What is-- this?" I don't I don't, who is that?"

She pointed to her own other self.

To the guys and Lainey and Maurice and Lei.

Colin Barnaby's sports car milling around that old county house's lawn as if they themselves owned the place.

When really... "that one had a guy with the best costume ever."

"Oh sure, right now."

"What are you?!" Maddie demanded. This time taking a swipe. Peeling away the layers of red muscle, torn off flesh, and burn scars.

To see shreds in her own hands.

Where a melted wax figure dripped down what should have been a chin.

Painted eyes turning to white and black tear stains across her cheeks.

Like a piece of candy left in the sun or a fire for far too long.

"No. NOOOOOOOO!!!"

Maddie tackled Bryn, nails sharp and ready to scratch at her eyes.

Tumbling out of a black void and into a solitary house.

Bryn glided along, no sound to her tread and hands behind her back.

Maddie followed along, incredulous and petrified.

Wherever they were, whatever house they had broken into now was occupied.

All around was the bluish light of a TV.

Overflow of newspapers and flowers filled each surface.

Almost as plentiful as the odd sticky stains on the carpet.

At first Maddie recognized her living room's couch. And then the archway that led into the kitchen. And the small good luck knick-knacks her mother placed on the small side table.

Then she recognized, the person who was despondent, watching the TV.

"Mom," she croaked, hand to her mouth.

She tried to touch her shoulder, feel her, ask any of the innumerable questions that plagued her about the state of their house or herself.

Only to see her hand glide straight through as if her mother were no more than water.

Or, her daughter no more than air.

She couldn't even cry. She tried, but all that came out were haggard, sorrowful gasps.

She sank down, trying to hug her Mother. She pased almost straight through but did what she could all the same.

"Mom where's Toby?" she asked, "Toby shouldn't see you like this."

"Don't worry he won't."

Bryn was still there. Right behind her Mom.

"Check this little thing out," she chirped, perfect pearly nail pointing to a newspaper.

A small square stenciled with writing across it.

Maddie caught the fluttering page...

FIVE TOTAL DEAD, LOVING SONS, DAUGHTERS, BROTHERS

Her eyes roved the small obituary.

All crammed into the same inches of space.

"Halloween night 2018, 17-year-olds and various neighborhood children victims of cruel practical joke..."

"...always been troubled, selfish and audacious..."

"Mourn this loss,"

"Never forget who is at fault, for the loss of eight-year-old Toby Sawyer and Grady Turpin."

Toby

Toby was...

Maddie touched her own face.

Feeling now, a long, jagged run of exposed skin.

Her back touched the door. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she whispered. To her Mom. To Toby. To the weirdo at the park.

Before she could react someone had pulled the solid surface of the door away from her.

Feeling herself fall, the news clipping came loose and drifted back to it's place.

She was ready to plunge into Hell.

__________

Maddie lay sprawled on the grass, lips slightly parted and eyes closed.

As usual, like every year, the town had come to life for Halloween.

Only... there was no way so many mothers would be laughing, so many teenagers with their younger siblings holding their hands or buried in cell phones or other friends, if eight idiots hadn't proven how heartless they really were.

Toby crouched down to get a better look.

Before Maddie rose to a sitting position on the grass.

Dazed for a second before realizing Toby's presence and his bag of crinkling sweets.

No words came.

Her scarred over eye hurt like a bitch.

She could hardly breathe the moment she took Toby and buried him to her chest.

"I love you, I love you. I love you so much, never leave, never leave me!"

"What's wrong with you?" he laughed, "you're so dramatic big sister."

And despite the last turn of the night she laughed too. Laughed with so much joy she could explode.

Her brother remembered Maddie as when he'd died. No, before then. Before the prank.

Before an old house, fake blood, cheap serial killer costumes, and an angry feral weasel.

Why she'd gotten the scarred eye when Bryn had been the one to wrangle the thing when it leapt she had no idea. And Maddie preferred not to ask.

She'd have to pretend. Have to pretend as hard as she could. If Toby didn't remember how or if he was a little ghost now then there had to have been a reason.

That seemed right.

They began their way through the houses and blocks for candy.

Right after their first house did a zombie pop up from the fence scaring a ten-year-old witless.

Poor Trent Blake.

He began to cry.

"Stay here," she said in a sour voice.

"Huh why?" Toby asked airily.

"Just saying hi to a friend. You'd be bored," she dismissed in a cheery way, with a wave of her hand just for good measure.

Toby giggled. "Okay!"

Before she could stride over toward Bryn her brother grabbed Maddie by the hand, "Oh I forgot."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, something's wrong."

"No, no there isn't."

"What is it?" he whimpered, "Do you feel bad? For all the promises you broke to me."

His expression was completely blank. The glacial cold of a judgement much older and much more inhuman. Not Toby at all.

Trent continued to cry.

And one of the kids in a Spiderboy costume turned to spot them.

Toby's face looked on with a frown, pouting jealously.