That’s how the Bogeyman’s helmet works.” After the spikes had closed in completely, they were greeted by the Bogeyman leaning back, his arms spread to his sides. Valtiel nodded as a bed of spikes closed in on the camera. It didn’t announce its meaning with any title of any sort and started off with nothing but white noise over two clips of video. The two watched as the video played before them. Stop, go back a bit.” Red did as instructed, then released the rewind button. As images finally popped up on the screen, he lifted his hand. Valtiel tapped his chin thoughtfully, watching minutes of static go by. After a few minutes of static, he impatiently pushed the fast forward button. Put it in.” Red leaned down, sliding the video into the VCR’s slot. Valtiel checked the plugs, dusted off the screen, then nodded. He had managed to stockpile a few for himself when that trucker had shown up and broken the rest of them. The valet of God stood from his seat, stepping over to his small television set. “Valtiel! Look! Look what I found!” Red thrust a video tape in front of Valtiel’s faceless face. Down the house of cards tumbled, falling into a flat stack atop his desk. “Be gentle with the door!” Ignorant of his request, Red charged through the door, slamming it off its hinges and into the floor. “.Oh no.” He lifted his hands protectively around his cards.
Four layers! Four layers of success and progress!
He released the cards from his hands as though he had just let his first born ride their bike alone. It was the best house of cards he had made so far, an exercise he had taken to in an effort to reduce his twitching and unsteady hands. Valtiel carefully lifted the king of hearts up alongside the two of spades, delicately placing them with their edges aligned atop the queen of clubs.
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