Aisha Konnick, Welcome to your Nightmare

Mad Jack O’Leary was quite proud of himself for this one. He had managed to abduct a pink haired girl under the name of Aisha Konnick. While normally this wasn’t Jacks MO; the girl was all lollipops and rainbows. Literally nothing he could do phased her. That’s why he did it. That’s why he knew that he had to do this. If he could corrupt this girl? There was nothing that could’ve stood in his way.

It had all started earlier that morning. Jack had gone to the store in human form to buy some beer and beef jerky. While he was out, he examined the fish in the tanks near the back. He stared inside and grinned, and a friendly crab waved at him. Jack found an and asked him to pull the fiddler crab out. He grabbed a fish bowl, food for the crab, and filled it with water. He put a lid on the bowl and was juuust about to leave when he bumped into the pink haired girl.

In his stumble, he accidentally dropped the bowl. Jack dug through the glass and found the crab unhurt. But when he looked back up at the pink haired girl; his eyes blazed with anger.

”Idiot! Watch where you’re going next time! You could’ve killed Hannibal!” Jack yelled. Now he had to go back and get another tank, and fill it with more water from the tap. ”You’re lucky I’m taking a day off today, otherwise I might be liable to take my payment out on your hide!”

The cold wind greeted the young girl as she entered the supermarket, causing her to shudder with pleasurable glee. It was hot outside! She had dressed for the occasion, at least! A short skirt hugged her thighs and a spaghetti-strapped top, exposing the only sign of rebellion the young girl has ever gotten and that being a belly ring. Her long bushy hair was drawn back into a long ponytail, swishing like a horses tail with every step. Her pink flats clicked softly with every step. This was all brought together by a grin as wide as the Red Sea and an indomitably perky expression. Headphones were plugged into her ears, pumping something poppy and modern into her brain. As she leaned against the cart, occasionally grabbing something sweet and sugary, she sung along with it, blissfully unaware of the looks, both lustful and otherwise, she was receiving.

”Keep drinking coffee staring down the table …”

Ooh, Sara Bereilles was such a genius! She giggled to herself, distracted from the music by Mr. Peanut. She couldn’t help but giggle, it was so ridiculous! He was a peanut with a top hat and monocle! Who is he trying to impress? His little peanut wife? And why does he need a monocle, he doesn't’t have eyes! It was so silly, she collapsed into fits of giggle, clutching her gut at the thought! Oh, Mr. Peanut, you so silly and- oh, this song was a bop. She immediately started to dance, shaking her hips and bouncing her head along to the beat. Sea food was her destination, they were doing a surf and turf barbeque at the fraternity next door and she offered to be the entertainment! So streamers, and fireworks, and food! That’s plenty of entertainment! Oh, and she was gonna sing!

She was so busy dancing around she totally didn’t notice the handsome hunk of a- uh, the random guy carrying a lobster in a bowl! Her cart crashed into him and the sound of shattering glass cut it’s way through her pop-induced haze and she jumped back with a small scream. The water pooled around her feet, soaking her soles, but she didn’t care! Was the poor lobster okay?! She ripped the headphones from her ears, dropping the buds to the ground as her hands flew to her mouth. Oh no, oh no! She had to do something, she didn’t know if he was hurt, or- a pink crystal flew out, wrapping around the lobsters claw. Any injuries it might have would definitely heal, and fill it with a definite sense of happiness. She threw her brilliant smile at it.

”There we go, little guy! I’m sorry for that!” To Jack, she could only bow, and she did, deeply. ”I’m so so so so sorry! My pa always tells me I need to pay more attention and I do have an attention problem but like, music is so good to get in the mood and like, I have a party where I’m providing the entertainment and stuff so I gotta get ready cuz I don’t wanna let down a bunch of my friends and uh…” She blinked rapidly, stopping her babbling mid sentence. ”Anyway, let me pay for that, and uh …” She pulled her pink wallet from the equally as bright purse and handed him a wad of cash; easily several magnitudes more than what the tank costed, but she didn’t even bat an eye. ”... and there’s this for you too!” She reached into her purse again and pulled out a Tootsie Pop, offering the sweet treat to him along with the cash.

”Oh, and uh, I really like your hair. It’s like whoosh, fire! It’s awesome!”

This ignorant cotton candy slut had the audacity to smile as if everything was all puppy dogs and rainbows?! Jack melted the piece of candy in his hand, barely avoiding turning the money to ash. Jack was going to teach her a lesson, one she wouldn’t forget. But just as his phoboform was about to take over - smoky tendrils of shadow becoming his fingers - a new plan formulated. It was diabolical. All it required was a bit of gullibility on the pink haired girls part. Besides, if she caught wise; all he’d have to do is burn down the entire supermarket with her inside as he and Hannibal laughed.

Jack forced himself to smile, an obviously threatening smile; but a smile. ”Thank you for ensuring Hannibal was okay.” Jack retrieved his lobster friend. ”I need to go get a new tank, but if you aren’t busy; would you kindly assist me in setting up my tank?”

Jack hated being polite. It was his weakest personality trait and it wasn’t exactly like he had to mind his P’s and Q’s around his other victims.

It was quite simple though, Jack just had to get Hannibal setup temporarily in his bunker outside of town, trap the girl inside, and torture her until she started seeing things Jacks way. After all, what’s the point of murdering innocence when you could twist it into something… dark.

Oh wow her clothes must be working because it was hot enough to melt the lollipop in her hand! She stared for a second at the chocolatey mess still trapped inside the wrapper and for a second she stared, not quite understanding what she was seeing. But then it clicked; her candy melted! She had to take a picture of this! THe melted candy mess was placed on the edge of the cart and her giant pink phone was whipped out, her painted nails clicking the keys as she quickly took a picture and posted it on her Instagram. And from there, she … completely forgot what she was doing, honestly. The man in front of her was utterly wiped from her mind for a brief moment, instead focused on the tiny camera located in her phone.

She really looked great in this top.

Oh, right, the stranger. She made a small noise, almost an “eep”, and she dropped her phone back into the cart with a clatter. She bowed then, folding her hands in between her knees. Oh no, he was mad! That wasn’t good! A little thrill of fear went up her spine at his tone; he was so angry. What if he hurt someone? He’d have to be stopped, and then Ai would feel bad for having to stop him because, well, who likes to be stopped? Not bad guys! But … he couldn’t be a bad guy, could he? Bad guys were ugly, and stupid, and this guy was hot. She felt a giggle bubble in her throat, unbidden, and the sound escaped like a babbling brook. Wow, he was kinda really hot. His red hair was messy and the way his eyes glared at her, it was so great. Her pink-painted lips parted in a wide smile as her back straightened, clapping her dainty little hands together in excitement.

He wanted her to go? With him? To his house?! Oh, what could that possibly mean … he was handsome, and charming in a rough sort of way. He probably rides a motorcycle, and wears leather, and- this is not the place to think about this, Aisha. She sternly scolded herself, that can wait until later. But not too seem too eager- she had to wait. Oh, not because she wanted to have sex, he needed help with something, and she’d gladly help out anyone in need! Him being cute was just top of the cake! Or, wait, no … topping … topping on the cake! Yup, that’s it! She flashed her overly bright smile at the stranger again,, bringing her hand to her head in an informal salute.

Sure! I’m Ai! Nice to meetcha! Lead the way!”

Jack grinned as he realized just he gullible this girl is. He stepped out of the building and towards the parking lot, ensuring his rescued pal was all good inside of his new home. Jack didn't want anything else happening to Hannibal. He'd ensure that he would take off the rubber bands before anything else.

Searching the parking lot, Jack found what he was looking for. A 1985 Pontiac Fiero GT. "There she is!" Jack put the key into his car and, the bumper fell off. Upon closer inspection, one would realize that the Fiero was seemingly held together by duct tape, rust holes, and a dream. Seriously. This thing should've been - and probably was - hauled to the junkyard long ago. He put Hannibal on the dash and waited for Aisha to get in. "C'mon, I don't have all day."

The first shred of doubt entered her heart as she saw the car. From the way he dressed, the way he walked, hell the way he smelled she assumed he had money. That’s why he was there, obviously. What normally sane person keeps a lobster as a pet? But then … no, he must be rich! Only someone with butt tons of money would drive around in something like this! Everybody else has something to prove, after all! The smile, which had very briefly faded from her face, burst back full force, and with a couple of daisies sprung up from underneath her feet, cracking the asphalt parking lot. But she paid no attention to that! The bumper falling off made Aisha giggle, and then with a swirling of pink energy it was pulled back on, lashed to the frame by a series of pink crystalline ribbons wrapped around it. While this kept the bumper securely lashed on, it also had the side effect of giving the tail end of his car a nice sparkling, glittery affect.

”There! Shouldn’t be a problem now, mister …” Huh. It was at that moment she realized she didn’t know his name. Well! That would have to be rectified. Her daddy taught her not to go anywhere with anyone if you didn’t know them, and well … she’d definitely get to know him this way! Another giggle escaped her and she pressed her painted nails to lips to stifle it. A quick shake of her head cleared it and then leapt into the passenger seat with the kind of grace and athleticism normally reserved for olympic level athletes. The low-cut top required readjustment as she did so, which she did with a faint blush and a clearing of her throat. Anyway. ”So, Mr. Lobster-” She giggled lightly at the impromptu nickname. ”What’s your name anyway? Cuz like … I really shouldn’t be in this car if I don’t know your name.”