Timby: scream and you will be punished *snapped his fingers and her mouth was let go and instead she was grabbed by the neck choking her a little so she couldn’t scream* now why do you think you’re deserving of life?

Remmy: *did not sleep just sitting and thinking *

Kazofik: *covered her mouth*

Timby: no, you try to ruin my old boss’s life and reputation over some sex? Pathetic American, even ruined little girl’s grave, what makes you deserving to be let go? *got up his accent thickening was he walked over*

Remmy: *slowly sat on the couch thinking*

Kat: but if you don’t want to get your hands dirty for too long I can make anonymous calls to wherever you want to work to help

Timby: so, I was right you’d arrive to trash my niece’s grave? *he had a cigar in his hand* and frame my old boss, no?

Kazofik: *kept it firmly against her head staying close behind*

Remmy: *very slowly went in*

Kat: well it is a crime *she smiled*

Timby: …bring her to me Kazofik.

Kazofik: *went and snuck up behind her with a guy firing it into the air before pressing the warm barrel against the back of her head * inside, now.

Remmy: *took his hand back saying nothing*

Kat: you okay?

Remmy: *when you got back in he put his hand out so you could hold it if you wanted*

Timby: *guarding the house making it seem like he left when in fact him and a partner there inside hidden in the darkness waiting for anything for the night*

Kat: if you want you can try a job with me

Kat: pretty nice, huh?

Remmy: *wiped off his face looking at you*

Timby: *decided to stay the night there with a partner, he actually had 2 other people in that car and the last person got into the front seat and “drove off”*

Kat: depending on the job it’s thousands *took out an old ticket from the drawer handing it to you having it detailing some crime with a lot of pay to have it done*

Remmy: …it doesn’t matter. *he was incredibly quiet looking away because he was very very worried for his daughter’s grave because he knew someone would do something to it and it made him cry*

Timby: *decided to go inside the house having keys to it because he was basically her uncle*

Kat: like I said, illegal shit

Remmy: *staying quiet *

Timby: *was in all black and he was checking to make sure nobody ruined his niece’s grave cleaning it up*

Kat: checking to see if I can take up any jobs

Remmy: *kept the sandwich not feeling hungry*

Timby: *you couldn’t tell if he was alone because of the tinted windows to his car, but he seemed alone taking out a key and going into the backyard of Remmy’s house*

Kat: oh hey honey

Remmy: *sorta hid in the corner of the car calling his old friend Timby to check on the house talking in Spanish to him*

Timby: *did go to the house being way larger than Remmy and paler because he’s a Russian refugee who hides his accent pretty well getting out of an all black car with very tinted windows*

Kat: *the room had multiple weapons, big chunky cameras, different things for torture, and she was at a large computer on a table and next to it was a small printer*