The Turned Tables

[Weirdguy149]

Jenkins poofed right in front of Host. Enough. It's your time to die. Trusting you with what I wanted really was a mistake.
He put a hand on his shoulder and poofed away with him. As he did so, a television screen turned on, showing the two of them in the study in front of a large black easel.

Host Death

He hung him up by his clothes on clothespins. Then he conjured three knives in his hand and showed them to the camera.
"These represent the people he fucked up with over the course of this game. Here we go... First, your friend."
He tossed a knife at him that embedded itself into one of his knees.
"Next... the one you chatted with all night."
The next knife went into the other knee.
"And finally, my dumb ass for believing you can protect my daughter from this other ASSHOLE!"
He poofed right up to him and embedded the knife deep through his heart three times.

Then he turned to the camera with an enraged look on his face.
"Now I'll have to clean up this house for the rest of the fucking night. Don't you fucking dare mess it up even more or I will make this look like the goddamn Care Bears!"
He poofed away with a rather aggressive snapping sound.