Once Mason's feet was licked clean, Banehound started to work on the puddle of blood on the floor. The man went back up the stairs and remembered the broken plate of brownies that poor kind woman had made for him. He started to clean up the brownies, unfortunately having to throw them away thanks to being on the floor and broken pieces of glass.

After the brownies were thrown away, he grabbed a broom and a little hand vacuum and started cleaning up the shards. As he dumped the vacuum's container into the garbage, his cell phone rang from his bedroom. He placed the vacuum on the counter and jogged to his room to answer his phone. He looked at the number realizing it was the Real estate agency that sold him the house. The voice, when he answered, was obviously one of those prerecorded messages with certain things being keyed in. It was just a reminder that he had one day left to pay for the house. He hung up the phone then used it to pay for the house before he forgets, and tossed it on to his bed.

He was about to leave the room to get himself something to eat, but his phone binged, alerting him to a new text message. Mason walked back over to his bed and grabbed the phone, looking at the message as he walked to the kitchen; it was from his boyfriend! He excitedly read his boyfriend's message, "Hey Mason jar! I'm gonna be coming home early! Something about the last flight being too late or whatever, but anyway, would you mind texting me your new address? I'd love to see the new place you got."

Mason chuckled lightly at the bad nickname. Even Banehound had a better nickname for him, but Mason couldn't help but love his boyfriend's more. He texted him back in reply, "Of course I will, Will. I still live in town but my new house address is 964 Jolly drive. Have a safe flight!"

"Please, if I'm on it we'll just see how this plane crashes and burns."

"Please don't joke about that man, I don't want you dying on me now."

"Lol sorry. Love ya! <3"

"Love you too, Willy Whale!"

"Are you gonna keep calling me that now?"

"Yup, can't help myself, and you're the one that wanted to watch that movie."

"Fair point :P"

Mason laughed lightly at his short conversation; he was excited to see his boyfriend again after being a month apart. He can't wait to ask Will to move... in... with... him...

Mason sat down at the kitchen table in realization of the terrible situation he was in. He was going to be a murderer because he needed to feed a man-eating monster to save his own life. He can't have Will move in with him; if he finds out what's going on he might break up with him or worse, Banehound might try to eat him. Mason had forgotten about eating breakfast and thought about the lover he'll never get to live with and will most likely break up since they can't live together.

He faintly heard Banehound's claws scraping the wooden stairs in the basement and the flooring of the upper levels of the house. He didn't notice the beast in the room until he said something, "Why the long face there Birdie?" Banehound was the last person —or thing?— he wanted to see at this time, but answered anyway since he knew the monster would coax it out of him eventually, "I just realized I can't have my boyfriend live here with me because of you."

"I won't eat him if that's what you're thinking. You've only mentioned him to me once not even ten minutes ago, so if he keeps you sane enough to be smart about this whole killing thing then I won't eat him." Banehound sat on the floor like a dog and continued listening to the human.

"It's not just that though! What if- when he finds out I'm killing people to feed you, he'll break up with me and turn me in!"

"Then don't let him find out. Besides, even if the cops get wind of you killing people, just tell them the truth!"

"Are you insane?"

"No, you are."

"What! No, I'm-"

"If you tell the cops the truth, they'll mark you as crazy so, as far as I know, they won't put you in prison but an asylum instead. As long as you play your cards right while there, you can get out sooner, and resume feeding me. Hopefully learning from any mistakes you might've made to get caught in the first place." The monster explained his reasoning, "Also, like I said before, I clean up after feeding and the bones are normally chewed to dust. Any clothing or hair in my crap can be burnt, so there wouldn't be much of a trail to follow."

Mason relaxed slightly. Banehound was right; if there was no evidence, he can't be put in jail, it would be against the law to imprison him without evidence. Unless he's seen in the act of course, but for the most part, he should be okay if he leaves as little as possible at the scene of the crime. He'll still have to figure out how to prevent Will from finding out though.

He never wanted to lie to his boyfriend, but he didn't want him knowing about this. Mason's phone buzzes in his hand, alerting him of another text message. He looked at his phone, ignoring the beast's curious look towards the cellular device, it was another message from Will, "forgot to mention, the plane should be arriving by tomorrow morning, I'll see you tomorrow! ;)"

"Alrighty, I'll see you then!"

Mason put his phone on the table, Banehound snatching the device quickly and examining it curiously. He tapped the screen with his clawed fingers, he looked closely at all the little details on the phone and its case, he pushed the home button on the phone, turning the screen on and dropping it with a small yelp. Mason reacted fast, catching his phone before it hit the ground and letting out a small breath of relief. He scolded the beast to not play with his phone again because it was fragile. Banehound only grunted an agreement in response and stubbled away to aimlessly wander the house.

Mason got out of his seat and started to work on putting away the pots and pans that Banehound had so carelessly toppled over the night before. He left one pan out so he could use it to finally make himself some breakfast; he was starving. He took a couple of eggs out of the fridge and he cracked them, opening them over the hot pan receiving a satisfying sizzling sound.

"Hey, little Birdie?" Mason heard Banehound call. He flipped his eggs and asked, "What is it now, you overgrown cat?"

"Hey! That's rude, but anyway, were you expecting anyone today? There's a car outside that I know isn't yours."

"What, Banehound, get into the basement now! I'll go see who it might be." Mason took the pan off the flame of the stove so his eggs wouldn't burn. He heard Banehound run into the basement and the door closing behind him just as the doorbell rang. Mason walked swiftly to the door and opened it, greatly surprised by who was on the other side of it.