The Misadventures of the Man Formerly Known as Victor Heart

“What’s a beautiful young thing doing in a place like this.” A twenty something man wearing a high-end suit asked a beautiful young brunette resting her head on the bar. The only response he got were the mumbles under the young woman’s breath.

“Let’s get you out of here, you poor little thing.” The man said with a malicious sneer before carrying her out the bar. Why no one saw a problem with that, I don’t know. Just that kind of place I guess.

While walking to the man’s car, they walked past a dark alley. Right when they passed the alley an arm swung out and pistol whipped the man. He was subsequently grabbed and thrown onto the ground in the alley.

“What’s happening?!” the man screamed in terror with a stark white face looking up at the gun aimed at his head.

“The climax of a pretty beautifully written script. At least in my opinion, which is the only one that matters. In terms of relevance to you? A lure and a trap.” A tall man wearing a black dog mask told the poor excuse for a man.

“What do you want from me?!?!” the man pleaded.

“To be honest with you Jimbo…” The mysterious man started before he was so rudely interrupted.

“My name’s not Jimbo!!” the man now known as Jimbo shouted.

“I can assure you that fact could not matter any less. Now back on topic, I’m going to use you to create some apples. This will also help with a long-term project of mine to become the boogeyman.” The masked man explained.

“Ok, just go ahead and do it then you can let me go.” Jimbo pitched visibly offput and confused about the apples.

“Jimbo, I got some unwelcome news for you. Apple creation is not something one walks away from.” The masked man told Jimbo.

“Why are you doing this to me? I have never hurt anyone in my entire life.” Jimbo pleading for mercy.

“Really? I made the illusion that led you to this little party of ours act so drunk “she” could barely even speak let alone walk, and you were carrying it out of the bar towards your car. But that could be a one-time oopsie daisy, we all have one-time oopsie daisies, though admittedly yours is morally reprehensible and a sure ticket to hell. Which I can assure you does in fact exist in this reality. Also, judging by your comfort with the act it was most certainly not a one-time oopsie daisy. However, let’s get off of a single moment of your life as that’s just not fair to judge your fate by, let’s focus on your entire lifetime of oopsie daisies. You see the thing is that I see a lot of this world and you my friend *whistles*, your soul is as black as it comes.” The masked man told Jimbo.

“That’s not true!” Jimbo yelled, trying one last time to deceive the masked man.

“Jimbo, your soul is black as pitch. That is a fact. It is howling with the screams of all that you have hurt. That is a fact. It is carved with your dark deeds: murder, extortion, blackmail, r**e, intimidation, and everything else you have done to get what you want. That is a fact. That I am here to kill you. That yet again and unfortunately for you is a fact” The masked man slowly explained to the hysterical man.

“I can pay you anything you want. Do anything you want. Say anything you want.” Jimbo said, desperately pleading with the man.

“Here is the thing, the only thing I want is your life. It is just that simple. Every debt comes due and yours has come due this day, this night, this very moment. It is truly fitting that the life of a man defined by using people to get what he wants, not caring of how it affects others, is going to end because of the wants and indifference of another.” The masked said while chuckling to himself.

“Who are you!?!?!” Jimbo screamed.

“As I previously told you, nothing could matter less.” The masked man stated while shaking his head. He then proceeded to sever the soul body connection, no need to extract what he needs while the victim is still alive. The masked man proceeded to cover the corpse’s face with his hand and when he pulled it back it contained a brain. He did the same to the chest and heart.

He then unraveled the three things he took and weaved them together into a small red sphere.

The masked man walked several blocks away from the scene of his crime, magically dismissed his mask, then headed to his apartment.

The man spent the next several hours training with his various abilities as best as he could in the small apartment before going to bed and thus concluded a standard day in the life of a man trying to be the next boogeyman.

Current Equipment:

Head:

[The Black Wasp Jackal’s Face]

Earrings:

[]

Necklace:

[The Energy Baron’s Stomach]

Clothes:

[]

Rings:

[The Mentalism Ring]

[Succubus’ Kiss]

[Mena’s Book]

Bracelets:

[]

Shoes:

[Cement Shoes]

Armaments:

[Weaver’s First Armament]

[Sense Cane]

[Holy Straight Razor]

Storage:

[Various Essences]

[Chi Organ]

[Spirit Shards]

[Various Murder Weapons]

[Green Thumb]

[Glass Eye]