What the group has named Scarecrow, the creature with the lisp and fluffy mane and scrappy wings, steps into the house through the back door. Isaac and Cole both look over from the kitchen floor where they were talking. Cole wears a red and black suit.
Cole grabs her german longsword and stares at it. “What the fuck, what is that?"
"Oh god, not this again..." Isaac grumbles.
"Ok so like what if I gave you a cookie for them?" Scarecrow asks.
Cole stands up and rests her longsword on her shoulder, "No deal, you can't have Isaac. I would rather you take my soul than take Isaac to your fuckin domain."
Scarecrow flicks a cookie in the air that disappears and swaps places with Isaac. She now holds Isaac in her arms. "Domain is a cute name for it."
"YOU FUCK-" Cole's eyes flicker to pink as she aims to slice its head off with the longsword. As he slices, all three of them vanish.