[ WP ] You are a detective assigned to track down a criminally insane cereal mascot .

I remember the bodies. I'll always remember the bodies. Until the day I die. The way they were propped up in those chairs. The drained, white flesh. The cereal bowls filled with blood and... more. 
 
 Silly kids. Silly, stupid kids. 
 
 There were three of them this time. Asian girl. Black girl. Irish-looking ginger kid. He always did like celebrating diversity. 
 
 They all came from a halfway house in midtown. Junkie moms. MIA dads. Those are the easiest marks. And he's never been one to strain himself. 
 
 Poor kids love tricks. They love the illusion. There was hardly any sport in it at all. But then, he'd never been one for sport. This was never a game to him. Just revenge. Anger. Madness. 
 
 Bloody insanity. 
 
 I visited the little mick first. He was always fluttering around, stirring up shit. He liked to play with kids, too. Just not the same way. It WAS a game for him. A chase. He never got caught. In his own way, he was just as deranged. He just had a little less blood on his hands. 
 
 `` Aye?'' he said, sliding the door to the end of the chain. `` And what'll ya be wantin' laddie?'' 
 
 `` He's back, Lucky,'' I say. `` Tearing up kids again.'' 
 
 The leprechaun scowled. `` Aye? And what's that ta me?'' 
 
 `` Come on now, Luck. You know what he does is n't good for you. He keeps this up, they're gon na start locking kids up at night. Walking them to school. Nothing for you to play with.'' 
 
 `` I'm not like that, alright? And there's nuthin' I know. He and I... we were never friends. I do n't keep up wit''im. He... well, he always did scare me.'' 
 
 I tapped on the doorframe. `` Not as dumb as you look. Give me a name then. Someone who might know something.'' 
 
 `` And what makes ye think I know any...'' 
 
 `` You know, I'm not above pretending I smell weed and kicking your door in right this minute. And I have a hunch you do n't want me on the other side of that door.'' 
 
 Lucky shook his head. `` Talk to the frog. They go way back.'' 
 
 `` And where's the frog?'' 
 
 `` Try the gutter.'' The door slammed shut. 
 
 The frog was n't in the gutter, but he was n't doing much better. I found him pitching a fit at the clinic. 
 
 `` It's my goddamn turn!'' he screamed, flipping over a wooden chair and kicking the reception desk. `` My turn! I ca n't wait anymore! My turn!'' 
 
 I grabbed him by the back of his thick neck and slammed him to the floor. 
 
 `` Dig, is that your inside voice?'' 
 
 The frog thrashed. `` It's been so long. I'm tryin'. I'm tryin'. But how am I supposed to be good if they do n't give me my medicine?'' 
 
 I pulled Dig up to his feet. `` Walk with me. I can help you out.'' 
 
 `` You ca n't,'' said Dig'em, crying softly. `` You ca n't.'' All the same, he let himself be led out of the room. 
 
 `` I need the rabbit,'' I said once we'd exited out to the locking dock. `` He's at it again.'' 
 
 `` Do n't know,'' said Dig through his tears. `` Why would I...'' 
 
 I pulled a small box out of my coat. It was old. They did n't make his stuff anymore. I'd had to pull a few strings. 
 
 Dig's eyes lit up. `` Is that?'' 
 
 I nodded, slipping the box back into my coat. `` The real stuff. Pure Smacks. What you've been dreamin' about all these years. And it's yours. If you get me the rabbit.'' 
 
 Dig blinked. `` I... I probably should n't.'' 
 
 I shrugged. `` Eh. Fine. I'll eat'em myself. Bet they still taste great.'' 
 
 `` No! NO!'' Dig grabbed my coat. I shoved him aside easily. `` I'll help. You just... you have to make sure you get him. If you do n't... and he finds out...'' 
 
 `` Give me something good, then.'' 
 
 He gave me something great. Turns out, the rabbit had been living in the toucan's basement. I always knew that bird was a piece of shit. 
 
 I'm not an idiot, so I called in a SWAT unit. They smashed the place to hell. Even found pieces of the Life cereal kid down in the basement. But no rabbit. 
 
 They did find something else, though. May have been something, may have been nothing. But there it was, in a safe behind the TV - a blue captain's hat. 
 
 `` What does it mean?'' asked the officer who brought me the hat. 
 
 `` Means it's never over,'' I replied. `` And I have a feeling it's only going to get worse.''
