Wicked Grin

[ItzToxie]

((Michael Crowe continued from The Whole Enchilada))

A roll of toilet paper flew over a tree, getting it's ghostly wrappings trapped in it's branches. The same roll had flew back up again, wrapping more of itself around the tree. It flew again, this time colliding with another tree, one that had already been tangled up in the web of bathroom hygiene products.

Michael looked at the group of trees, turned from green to white by multiple rolls of toilet paper wrapped around them. He was thorough with this, hell he had to be, otherwise the fire wouldn't spread, and it looked like his work would pay off...

He wondered how the others were doing. Hopefully they didn't get caught up in some crazy bullshit. Everyone was at their most vulnerable, considering everyone was all alone with armfuls of TP. Michael didn't have to worry of course, nobody would be dumb enough to fuck with him, he'll wreck their shit, but the others...

All the more reason to hurry up and get this shit done. The sooner they got back to the parish, the sooner they could get phase two finished, and then all they'd have to do is wait it out.

Michael grabbed the last roll that'd be used, saving the remaining six for part two of this boss ass plan. He began to toss it back and forth across the trees, bridging the roll from tree to tree, making sure everything's intertwined. Making sure it'd all link up when it went up in flames.

Michael took a step back and admired his handy work. This was gonna turn out great, he was sure. He just needed to put some finishing touches to be absolutely sure. Michael brought his hand up to his chin as he tried to think what this whole thing was missing. His hand rubbed across the medical mask and he realized what he needed.

If he were to give up an offering to insure that this would work, it would have to be something meaningful. He had to offer something that'd affect him greatly. Something that meant a change for things to come.

Michael walked up to the thin tree in the middle and stared at it. His arms moved up to his shades, fingers grabbing the edges. They were the first thing he removed, setting them onto the front of the tree. He hoped that whatever tree god he was offending by lighting them on fire would accept this offering, these were some expensive ass shades. Fuckin' vintage, the same brand that Vincent Klyn wore in that not-so well received Jean Claude Van-Damme blockbuster, Cyborg.

The next thing he removed was his mask. No matter if he wore it or not, it was a reminder. Even if he makes it off this island, which he damn well will, this plan was unstoppable, he'd still have bits and pieces remaining here. Even if he forgot the pain for a moment, he'd never forget the moment he saw himself in the mirror. Blaine will always have bits of him, and because of that, Blaine will always live on, the piece of shit. The only difference was now he couldn't hide it. The mistakes involving Blaine is what lead him here in the first place, and now everyone would see it, he couldn't hide it.

He tied the mask around some knots on the tree, just underneath his sunglasses. Now there was a tree wearing a pair of shades and a mask... Wait.

Wait a second.

Hold up...


Motherfucker!

This didn't look as funny in his head... In fact, the tree wearing that whilst covered in toilet paper looks downright silly. This was a mistake of the highest caliber. A mistake on levels similar to not putting Blaine in a barrel headfirst, rather than ass first. This looks fuckin' stupid! The possible tree god was now most likely even more pissed at him than before. He couldn't take it back though, because then he'd look like a punk, going through all that ritualistic shit, just to turn around and go 'nah'.

Fuck it, we'll dub this the Dumbass Tree. The Dumbass Tree is the end of dumbass mistakes. Yeah! That's what it symbolizes! No more stupid shit from me! Nuh uh, not a chance!

Satisfied, Michael picked up the remaining TP and walked on out to his next destination.

((Michael Crowe continued elsewhere.))