Harold arrived back at the place he called home just in time to see it burn. Smoke rose into the sky outlining the 4 puppets who stood before it. Harold approached restraining his anger and concern.
Harold: Mistress? What are you doing?
Puppet: This house was given to my servant. You are no longer my servant so you no longer deserve this gift.
Harold staggered back as if struck.
Harold: Mistress, what do you mean?! I am still your servant! I have always served you loyally and will continue to do so!
Mistress. You betrayed me by allying with The Muffin Man. He and by extension you attempted to destroy us.
Harold: That wasn't my fault! You know it wasn't! I had no part in that!
Mistress: The decree has come down. The Muffin Man and all his compatriots must be killed.
The puppets had slowly been forming a circle around him during the conversation. One of the puppets drew a gun. Harold heard it and reacted instinctively drawing his own gun and shooting it in the head then turning and firing at the rest. They went down and he began to run knowing that they'll get up in moments. As he fled a laughing voice followed him.
Wooden Girl: You were mine. You can't escape. You and your friends will be hunted for as long as it takes.
Harold continued running expecting the strings attached to his body to pull taut at any moment but they didn't. Eventually, some distance away, he finally stopped and began to plan. He thought that perhaps he should find Muffin and the others and warn them, but then he realized this was Muffin's fault and he wanted nothing to do with any of them. His thoughts turned towards a more malevolent ally as they had once before.
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