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Description
-------Your POV-------
This was your mission. All you had to do was infiltrate Artie's house (Artie is Arthur Kirkland's 2p half) and retrieve all the people in his hidden pantry. The poor people or special ingredients as he liked to call them were going to be killed and put into the cupcakes he didn't poison. You had to hurry.

------- Artie's POV-------
"Tonight's going to be fun" I giggled to myself. I can't wait until [name] comes over! I thought while I skipped down the stairs. I pulled the skeleton key out of my pocket and proceeded down the hall way to lock all the doors. When I was done with that I went around to all the windows and locked them. I left that one unlocked in the living room so that [name] could climb through. Then I made my way to the kitchen.

-------Your POV-----
The house was dead silent, not even the wind dared to blow. You crept along like a shadow, at this point you were going down a long hallway with many doors. Your boss who had given you the blue prints of Artie's house told you that it should be a clean job, quick and easy because Artie wasn't even supposed to be home. A creek in the floor boards over your head brought you back to the present. You froze your muscles going taught, your heart pounding in your head. The creaking stopped. You waited for a moment before you continued down the hall. "Ok get to the end of the hallway and go through the doorway on the right then turn immediately to the left and the secret panel should be there."  You thought to yourself as you go through the steps as perfectly as planned. You got to the secret panel you can clearly see that it's there but you can't find a way to open it. You feel the wall trying to find a hidden slot or button or even a door handle, but all your fingers felt was cold wood.
"Hello poppet! What do you think you're doing?" A voice asked from the other side of the room. You froze feeling your heart drop through your feet and into the basement below. You turn around slowly and press your back agents the door behind you. Your eyes already accustomed to the darkness took in all that was around you; what you saw was an almost spitting image of Arthur Kirkland (or more commonly known as Britten). This one was different though he had on a purple sweater vest with a bright pink dress shirt underneath and to top it all off he had a bright cyan bowtie.  The rest of his attire was calmer with tan dress pants and dark brown dress shoes. His hair was a white blond slightly tinted pink and his eyes unlike (regular the Arthur's) were bright blue with little pink swirls in them. He was sitting in a chair with his feet on the table. Then you saw what he had in his hands. It was a very clean looking knife with a horribly sharp looking serrated edge. He had a finger on the tip of the knife and another on the handle; he was twirling it in between his fingers.
" I asked you a question Love"  he stated impatience  clear in his voice along with something darker , that sent chills down your spine.
"I'm here on business"
"What business would that be dear?" Artie's eyes followed your hands witch were reaching for your own knives that were strapped to your thighs one for each hand.
"Now Love there is no need for those" Artie said playfully. He swung his legs off the table and got up moving towards you.
"Please stay away I don't want to hurt you"
Artie laughs "what makes you think that I would allow you to hurt me [name]?"
Your blood ran cold "how does he know my name? What is going on?  He wasn't even supposed to be here tonight" you thought "H-How do you know my name?" you say in a shaky voice
"Oh I have my ways poppet." He giggled. Then he tapped his chin thoughtfully "say [name] would you like to become one of my Special ingredients?" he asked you
"I'm sorry Artie I will have to decline" you say coolly trying to hide the fact that you're freaking out on the inside.
"No?" he pouts not bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice "Oh well you would have been my favorite" he came to a stop right in front of you. He raised his knife and went straight for you head.
Thunk!
-----------End Part 1------------

Description
-------Your POV-------
This was your mission. All you had to do was infiltrate Artie's house (Artie is Arthur Kirkland's 2p half) and retrieve all the people in his hidden pantry. The poor people or special ingredients as he liked to call them were going to be killed and put into the cupcakes he didn't poison. You had to hurry.

------- Artie's POV-------
"Tonight's going to be fun" I giggled to myself. I can't wait until [name] comes over! I thought while I skipped down the stairs. I pulled the skeleton key out of my pocket and proceeded down the hall way to lock all the doors. When I was done with that I went around to all the windows and locked them. I left that one unlocked in the living room so that [name] could climb through. Then I made my way to the kitchen.

-------Your POV-----
The house was dead silent, not even the wind dared to blow. You crept along like a shadow, at this point you were going down a long hallway with many doors. Your boss who had given you the blue prints of Artie's house told you that it should be a clean job, quick and easy because Artie wasn't even supposed to be home. A creek in the floor boards over your head brought you back to the present. You froze your muscles going taught, your heart pounding in your head. The creaking stopped. You waited for a moment before you continued down the hall. "Ok get to the end of the hallway and go through the doorway on the right then turn immediately to the left and the secret panel should be there."  You thought to yourself as you go through the steps as perfectly as planned. You got to the secret panel you can clearly see that it's there but you can't find a way to open it. You feel the wall trying to find a hidden slot or button or even a door handle, but all your fingers felt was cold wood.
"Hello poppet! What do you think you're doing?" A voice asked from the other side of the room. You froze feeling your heart drop through your feet and into the basement below. You turn around slowly and press your back agents the door behind you. Your eyes already accustomed to the darkness took in all that was around you; what you saw was an almost spitting image of Arthur Kirkland (or more commonly known as Britten). This one was different though he had on a purple sweater vest with a bright pink dress shirt underneath and to top it all off he had a bright cyan bowtie.  The rest of his attire was calmer with tan dress pants and dark brown dress shoes. His hair was a white blond slightly tinted pink and his eyes unlike (regular the Arthur's) were bright blue with little pink swirls in them. He was sitting in a chair with his feet on the table. Then you saw what he had in his hands. It was a very clean looking knife with a horribly sharp looking serrated edge. He had a finger on the tip of the knife and another on the handle; he was twirling it in between his fingers.
" I asked you a question Love"  he stated impatience  clear in his voice along with something darker , that sent chills down your spine.
"I'm here on business"
"What business would that be dear?" Artie's eyes followed your hands witch were reaching for your own knives that were strapped to your thighs one for each hand.
"Now Love there is no need for those" Artie said playfully. He swung his legs off the table and got up moving towards you.
"Please stay away I don't want to hurt you"
Artie laughs "what makes you think that I would allow you to hurt me [name]?"
Your blood ran cold "how does he know my name? What is going on?  He wasn't even supposed to be here tonight" you thought "H-How do you know my name?" you say in a shaky voice
"Oh I have my ways poppet." He giggled. Then he tapped his chin thoughtfully "say [name] would you like to become one of my Special ingredients?" he asked you
"I'm sorry Artie I will have to decline" you say coolly trying to hide the fact that you're freaking out on the inside.
"No?" he pouts not bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice "Oh well you would have been my favorite" he came to a stop right in front of you. He raised his knife and went straight for you head.
Thunk!
-----------End Part 1------------