The last words were spoken with so much malice and malevolence that I couldn't help but shudder. "I don't think you have been to Drury Lane in a while Rip," I said, trying to suppress my body's natural instinct to hide from a bigger predator.
"You seem to know me," he said after a pause. His voice no longer sounded as evil as it had before, this time he seemed almost innocent. "That's funny, I don't recall seeing anyone like you here. I would have eaten you first if that was the case." And the malevolence was back.
"We aren't from here," I reassured him. "Just visiting."
"Visiting?" he asked, once again in his confused tone. Sometimes it was hard to keep up with how fast he could change between his two different personalities… and that was coming from me.
"Yeah, the world went to pot, figured I could steal a few things from here," I said with a shrug. "Unless you wanted them?"
Okay... so The Muffin Man, the nursery rhyme that every child sings, is actually about a serial killer that used to kidnap kids in England between 1589 and 1598.
The man's name was Frederic Thomas Linwood and he used to stand on the corner of Drury Lane and would place muffins on a string for the children to try and grab. Those that took them were lured away, never to be seen again.
This song came about as a way to warn children away from the Muffin Man so that others wouldn't become his victims.
Our boy Rip is the Muffin Man, he likes to lure his victims into a false sense of safety and then kill them by ripping them apart and eating them afterward.
Hey, everyone needs a hobby.
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