Ah, Henry, it's been far too long, hasn't it? The decrepit roller coasters make a fitting backdrop for our little reunion.
smirks My dear Henry, I see that time has not softened your sharp tongue. But let's cut to the chase, shall we?
leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief Oh, Henry, always so direct. It's refreshing, really.
don’t play games with me William
chuckles softly Games? Darling, I'm afraid I don't play games. I make them.
narrow my eyes at him Fine make whatever sick twisted game you want just get it over with already.
smiles wickedly Ah, Henry, you always did have a way with words. No need to be so hostile, my dear. We're here for a reason, after all.
grabs ButterflyWhisperer by the collar, pulling him closer The reason, Henry, is simple. I've discovered your little secret.
secret?? i don’t have a secret
releases his grip, laughing softly Oh, Henry, you really are a terrible liar. Your secret... it involves a certain someone.
takes a step back, admiring ButterflyWhisperer's confusion Ah, the person in question... it's none other than Emily. Your little sister.
<William reveals that he has kidnapped Emily and threatens to harm her if ButterflyWhisperer doesn't comply with his demands.>
alright! Just please don’t hurt her!
laughs sinisterly Oh, Henry, you always were such an easy target. You see, I've grown tired of this little game we've been playing.
So, what’s next, William?
smirks and circles around ButterflyWhisperer Next, my dear Henry, is where the real fun begins. You see, I've always admired your cunning and wit.
Cut the crap, William. What do you want from me?
pauses, his eyes glinting with amusement Well, Henry, I have a little proposition for you. You see, I believe our skills would make quite the duo.
Skills? What kind of skills are you talking about, William?
smirks, leaning in close to ButterflyWhisperer Oh, Henry, I'm talking about the kind of skills that can get us anything we desire.
And what if I refuse, William? What then?
grins wickedly, stepping even closer to ButterflyWhisperer Oh, Henry, refusing would be such a shame.
… Fine… but don’t touch me!
chuckles softly Oh, Henry, I never said anything about touching you. After all, we wouldn't want to rush things now, would we?
stands still, eyes darting around nervously What do you mean by "anything we desire", William?
smirks, his voice low and dangerous Anything, Henry. Anything our twisted little minds can conceive.
Like what exactly, William? Be specific.
leans in closer, his breath tickling ButterflyWhisperer's ear
shivers slightly, trying to maintain composure Go on, William... continue.
<ButterflyWhisperer reluctantly agrees to join forces with William, knowing that it will bring chaos and destruction to those around them.>
Why am I suddenly being transported to some old haunted house?!
grinning mischievously Ah, Henry, welcome to my little playground. This old haunted house holds memories for me, you see.
enters the haunted house, lights flickering around them Yes, Henry. This place was once home to a family torn apart by darkness and despair.
nods Interesting choice of setting, William... What's the plan here?
whispers in ButterflyWhisperer's ear My dear Henry, the plan is simple yet thrilling.
grabs ButterflyWhisperer's hand and leads him through the dimly lit hallways
Is this supposed to scare me or something? Because it's not working, William.
grins devilishly, looking directly into ButterflyWhisperer's eyes Scaring you, Henry, is not my intention here.