It was now Sunday. Jeanette worked at a hospital and didn’t really get many weekends off. Richard happened to also be very busy, being a dad.
Mason stared at the tablet in silence. The figure on the video feed was lurching around the house, and all the furniture he was familiar with was now missing. The only things that remained were a table, a lamp, and a TV that was now resting on the ground. As he went from camera to camera through the new flimsy system installed, he sees boxes everywhere and notes pasted all over each room. One of the boxes seemed to be growing mold, but Mason’s young brain thought it to be “extra dirty”. To try to calm his nerves, he takes another skim at the intimidating notes littering the household. “I’m going to eat your corpse“, one says. “You will never amount to anything“, said another. One he can see from across the room has a crude drawing of a dead cat in a noose with the caption “Hang in there!“. Mason quickly regrets trying to soothe his thoughts with his crazy father’s rambling.
The security system app is closed and the young child exhales emotional baggage. “I’ll call for help“, he thinks. When he gets to the phone app he makes a discovery that’s less than encouraging. “This thing has no SIM card.” He didn’t exactly know what a SIM card was or what it did, but the point is it was returning an error when he tried to make a call. The magical SIM card was missing. Whatever it did, the device needed it to make calls. No calls for him. This revelation also makes him revelate that, of course, Dad took care of the WiFi situation too. Mason would go check out the state of the router if he wasn’t chained to a prisoner’s ball and chain. Oh, and if he wasn’t being chased by a serial killer, who happened to be his own father.
Whatever the suit Dad made for himself is supposed to be, it’s a kid’s worst nightmare. It looks like it was sown on down the middle of the face and torso (wouldn’t that hurt?) and red craft store feathers adorn the head. The choice of orange for the body is actually kind of insulting for once, Mason knows it’s because of the affair. How could Richard not have put two and two together about his son’s hair color? His sister Lily was actually Richard’s own but, Mason knew now he was born from another man his mom was seeing. He was easygoing about that news but the whole psychopath father thing was a different story. “Lily…poor Lily.” Mason woefully thought to himself fighting back little ginger baby tears. “You had your whole life ahead of you.” That was surprisingly poetic for Mason’s age. He harkens back to the two weeks of her short life where he got to hold her in his arms, and she threw up in his mouth.
Mason hears noises in the hallway in front of him. He crawls over to the big fat red “LIGHT” button installed in the wall. He presses it with an eerie *thunk* sound. There’s his father, clear as day, as the hallway lights illuminate him into view. “Hi Mace!!! It’s your ol’ pal TWEETY!” he says in a new higher-pitched voice. Mason hated that nickname and he hates it even more so now. And what’s up with the name “Tweety”? He’s pretty sure his dad is ripping off something. As the lights flicker, Tweety vanishes again into the dark. Mason’s mind starts racing as he quickly moves through the camera screens while pacing around the space that his chain allows for. He starts seeing things on the cameras like Tweety contemplating to himself – Mason wonders himself what he could be thinking. Suddenly, Mason sees glowing red eyes and a mouth on a pooling glob of pitch black liquid. He feels like the world is falling apart around him…as he feels his feet quickly lose ground causing Mason to fall into a deep hole he hadn’t noticed. As Mason falls in what feels like slow motion, he sees the ball and chain slowly fall along with him. He swears he can make out a cartoon-y face on the ball screaming at him as he falls.
Tweety hears a quiet *splat*, but it’s so far away it’s more of a *spla*. He continues to wander, however he gets a strange feeling something’s off. He doesn’t see any indication of Mason watching him anymore. He decides to go and take a look. As he sits in the strangely familiar darkness of the doorway waiting for Mason to flick on the lights, he gets the feeling that Mason isn’t there. Tweety decides to go against the rules of the game he created and peek in. He’s gone. Mason is gone. Tweety was sure the ball and chain was on tightly! Then he looks down at the two deep holes he dug. He doesn’t recall why he dug these holes, a quick way to get behind Mason perhaps? Well, now he realizes how stupid that was. There at the bottom of one of the holes, was Mason’s smashed, lifeless corpse. Tweety thought about how dumb he was for digging that hole and almost didn’t even notice the knock at the door. THE POLICE. Someone must have seen Tweety kidnapping Mason for the second time! As the knocking got louder he quickly ran around the room, grabbing two boxes and using them to cover the holes. The police finally bust down the door that was behind where Mason played his father’s twisted game. The interaction with the cops was short and the two boxes were not a good way to cover up what he had allowed to happen. Richard Onilittle was apprehended for the murder of his own son and was easily found guilty. To throw salt on the wound, the sentence was to death by electric chair (Richard thought that wasn’t still in use or something!) and Tweety suddenly found himself looking on as nobody showed up for the last moments of his life.
Then something happened to Richard once the electricity coarsed through his brain, something that doesn’t usually happen to most dying people.