"The way he was talking, I'm not sure I trust that it won't." He peers out the nearest window, but there's nothing outside but rain and shadows and the odd flicker of lantern-light.
What if he just threw a few lanterns in, found a patch of dry wood, got a nice spark going, and set the whole damn forest ablaze?
That'd take care of any Beast. Unless it was literally the devil, that'd flush the thing out for sure.
His fingers twitch.
What?
No. No. He's not a lunatic. He's not out of his mind. That'd be arson, and what's more, that'd be insane. He's not like that. He doesn't do that.
The Puppet puts the thought aside. "We're stuck here, like it or not. A real sweet set-up for anything hungry out there. And the way the night's going, I'm starting to think we're all meant to be the main course."
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What if he just threw a few lanterns in, found a patch of dry wood, got a nice spark going, and set the whole damn forest ablaze?
That'd take care of any Beast. Unless it was literally the devil, that'd flush the thing out for sure.
His fingers twitch.
What?
No. No. He's not a lunatic. He's not out of his mind. That'd be arson, and what's more, that'd be insane. He's not like that. He doesn't do that.
The Puppet puts the thought aside. "We're stuck here, like it or not. A real sweet set-up for anything hungry out there. And the way the night's going, I'm starting to think we're all meant to be the main course."