Mr. Piggisim stared at Ren, who was still faking a limp. He didn't want to do anything extra to this man whose house he broke into; he was exhausted already from having run inside the heavy rain.
"Why do people call Piggisim? Is it my face?" Mr. Piggisim asked, and Ren nodded with a bitter smile.
Mr. Piggisim shrugged. It is what it is, and right now, he needed to finish Ren and his parents quickly, as he would take time hiding the bodies properly so the smell won't disturb his sleep.
There was a faint howling coming from behind the bedroom door.
"My parents are calling me, they are not feeling well and require silence due to their symptoms," Ren said, hoping nothing looked too suspicious.
"Go to the bedroom then, the four of us will have a time inside." Mr. Piggisim followed Ren, who was limping, to the bedroom. The atmosphere was getting colder with each step towards the door.
"Are you sure that you are not hungry?" Ren offered with a cheerful smile, but Mr. Piggism didn't answer as they reached the front of the door.
Ren grasped the doorknob, opened the bedroom door, and limped back simultaneously. Mr. Piggisim peered inside.
The bedroom was lit in amber light.
He saw the naked flesh of dads and moms as they were shivering and rolling onto one another. They stopped what they were doing and focused on Ren.
They hissed and dragged their already leaking body at Ren.
Mr. Piggisim hummed to Ren's surprise, as he was expecting a bit of shock. "Ropes can't bind people like they used to; the quality is down. A small girl chewed out the ropes I did her in, and I hadn't even removed my belt. I am still pissed off."
Ren was glad that Mr. Piggisim could see the parents, meaning he hadn't entirely lost his mind.
One of the deformed mom broke out of her binding, dashing at them while also in the same time cutting a deformed dad out.
Mr. Piggisim waited for the mom to reach a few meters from him, her flesh already torn out and revealing rotting flesh that was filled with pus.
Mr. Pigissim swung his weapon, and the head of the mom flew out, and blood mixed with pus flew out, but her body continued ahead, to Mr. Pigissim's shock. He kicked the body away, waiting for the dad.
Ren pulled out his gun, and he just watched his mother get beheaded. It wasn't his real mother, but still. Mr. Piggisim did a back kick that knocked the weapon before he could pull the trigger at him.
He still pulled the trigger, a bullet flew into the incoming dad, who fell and slid at them. Mr. Pigissim swung his weapon and beheaded the dad; the blood sprayed at him, which he blocked with his raincoat, but some still entered his eyes.
Ren pounced on his gun, spinning back and firing till the gun was empty.
Before he had fired, Mr. Piggisim had rolled away, dodging two of the bullets, but one conveniently went into the right side of his head.
Mr. Piggism still stood up, the bullet hole noticeable with blood leaking out, but somehow Mr. Piggism still stood up. Ren couldn't believe it, and he had no bullets to reload.
Mr. Piggisim wanted to say something, but everything came out in blabbers, and the left side of his body was limp. He tried to walk, but he fell. Ren heard a hiss.
A dad was about to grab him, the bulging eyes pure white.
Ren dodged and ran away, his heart racing as he went to reload. Mr. Piggisim wasn't so lucky as the dad grabbed him out of desperation and dragged him into the bedroom, the door closing itself.
Ren stopped running and watched as the room was ghostly quiet. The bedroom was now pitch dark.
The bedroom door opened, and the entire room had returned to normal, with even the bloodstains outside from Mr. Piggisim's encounter had disappeared.
He crept into the bedroom, which was perfectly cleaned, like nobody was ever there. The only person there was Mr. Piggisim, who didn't have the bullet wound on his head.
Ren noticed that Mr. Piggisim was in a vegetative state on the floor; the only thing to know that he was alive was the occasional blinking and shallow breathing as his pig-shaped face was shiveled.
Is he dead? Is there a reward for catching him?
He looked around to find two black and white pictures on the bed.
"Some reward, really? No money or anything."
He also noticed a small envelope beside the pictures. He pulled it out and saw what was written on the envelope.
'CONGRATULATIONS ON WHAT YOU HAVE ONLY JUST BEGUN'