After Hugo said his goodbyes to the broken door, he wasted no time, he shuffled his feet off the ground and seemed like he jumped on the moon with how high he was going. In short, he was running like a complete madpony, but he didn't care. That short little "jog" was extremely fun, yet he had the slightest idea why. He could definitely get used to this kind of excitement with the mask.

Barely five minutes later, he was on the other side of the town, in front of that very grocery store he was in that day. It may've been night, but he needed closure, and nothing was going to get in his way.

Walking into the store, the clerk was seen sweeping up broken glass that was broken when Hugo tried to protect him. Looking up, the clerk looked surprisingly-happy under the circumstances. "May I help you sir?" he stated, as he put the glass into the dust pan, but quickly lost his footing and fell over," Oh my Celestia! What happened to your face?! It's green while the rest of your body is light-brown!"

"That's of no concern to you, thanks anyways though. I just need to know what you know about the robber who came in earlier," with a smirk, he had a somewhat devilish look in his face at the thought of who the robber was.

The clerk was gasping for air, for he felt unsafe within the perimeters of this man," What is your name? Just tell me your name and I will tell you everything I know! I promise!"

Hugo seemed to be gasping for air too, but not because he was scared, but the hilarity he found in the question. Finishing his laugh, he said calmly," I have a name...but it isn't important. If you really want some kind of identification, my nickname is Big Head." How did he know this surname, he wondered, but it just came to him and he stuck with it.

The clerk, realizing he couldn't get an answer out of the stallion, with defeat, he replied," H-his name is Waldo Winter.... He's came here before, he is a small time robber, and police have never caught him. I do not know much else, except that he is commonly found, where police commonly find him, at the old warehouse adjacent to the farmers market.... He has black hair and a yellow coat.... I swear... That is all I know, j-just don't hurt me! Please!"

As he pulled out all pleas and begs he possibly could, Hugo simply chuckled," I have no beef with you, nothing to worry about sport... I just need to catch this bumblebee for myself. Thank you for your time." He reached into his pocket, and took out twenty bits," Take this as a gift for your cooperation, just don't be a snitch." Giving the money to him, he calmly walked out the store.

"The warehouse is only a half mile from here," he said, cracking his hooves," Looks like I have a date with a bumblebee..... Y'know, that actually sounds pretty odd now that I think about it.... Ah! Who cares?" The mask was clearly affecting him, it being a good or bad thing would be in the place of others to decide.

Nearly three minutes later, ( Walking at one of his slower speeds, I might add) he arrived outside the warehouse, but decided the simple route in wouldn't work well, as he may run and leave. Looking around the area, the brown stallion noticed some steel crates beside the building he could jump up on, and took his opportunity.

Arriving atop the roof, he jumped in and laid upon one of the support beams at the top of the inside. Now all he had to do was wait, but he didn't care, he had all the time in the world. Hours wouldn't make him bored, just made him exhilarated, as he anticipated for the stallion to walk in.

With nearly two hours passing, the door finally opened slightly, with a stallion that fit the description the clerk gave him coming through, and quickly closed the thick, blue doors behind himself. Slowly panting, he dragged himself to a stack of boxes, and laid there, inhaling as much air as possible.

"Back at it again, eh Bumblebee?" came from the top of the building, and the pony who said it shortly after jumped down from the hundred foot drop, and landed, not a scratch or any signs of pain coming from them.

Quickly catching his breath, Waldo's mouth gaped open and his eyes widened like a lost puppy dog,"Who are you?! How did you know I was here? Why are you even here?!" he said in response, pulling out a 9mm pistol from his trench coat. "These walls are sound proof! You better get outta here if you know what's good for ye'!"

Spotting the gun in his hooves, Hugo starting cracking in his voice, and broke out into laughter. Finally starting to calm down, still with some tears in his eyes and his voice all over the place, he replied,"I think you are severely confused in what will happen. Here's what will happen: you will confess to your crimes, state your name, and drop the gun. Simple as that, abide by my rules, and you won't get too hurt."

Aiming furiously, Waldo shot his gun at Hugo's head, making him fall over. " Oh really, huh? Looks like you should've followed my rules, bozo!" Waldo said, laughing, not noticing the fact that the stallion was moving.

Waldo, oblivious to Hugo's actions, continues to relish in his thought-to-be victory, but that is when Waldo stood up, with a clean bullet hole in his head,"Y'know, I'm not a big fan of holes in my body. This angers me, but let's put that aside! Let's do a magic trick!" Hugo then took off his suit, and revealed a magician like outfit, with a matching top hat. Waldo, stricken by surprise, was frozen from what he saw.

"How about we use your gun as a variable?" Hugo swiftly took the criminal's gun, and put it in his top hat. Waving the hat around, stretching out his mouth, and jugging the hat were all a part of his routine, and he finally put it in front of himself," Let's see what it turned into!"

Hugo mischievously took out a framing hammer, and said,"Let's begin our examination! We need to make sure you have healthy teeth!" Hugo once again removed his clothing to reveal another outfit, this time being a dentist uniform, and pushed the man onto boxes, Hugo making sure himself was the one on top.

Putting on his gloves, he said," Welp! Let's not beat around the bush!" and opened Waldo's mouth. " Ah, lets see..... Aha! A lot of cavities! Looks like they are too late to be destroyed, we'll just have to get rid of the teeth!" Noticing a few nails around the area, Hugo picked them up with him still having a grip on the man, and put the nails in position of a hoof.

"No! Please don't do this! I beg of you! I'll even turn myself in, just not this!" Waldo said, but was quickly shushed by Hugo.

"Don't squirm around, it'll just make it harder on you... Now to get you in position!" Holding the nail above the stallion's hoof, Hugo readied his hammer, and drove it into the nail, piercing the man into the box, as he screeched in agony.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STOP! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YAHHHH!" Waldo had tears steaming down his face as the nail went straight through him, luckily not hitting any arteries or veins, but still lots of blood poured from the area. The gushing quickly stopped, but he slowly bled.

"Hey! Be quiet already! We still have one more nail to go, and then round two! It'll be so fun!" The maniac realized he couldn't hold him forever, and picked up a chain that was near him to tie his legs around the box. Finally, he picked up the final nail, what seemed like the criminal's final nail in his coffin. With driving force, Hugo slammed the hammer into his other hoof. With seemingly the same response, the gushing, slowly bleeding, and, of course, the screaming.

He barely got into what he'd do to Waldo, and the tortured stallion already felt shock, not yet on the verge of passing out, but getting there. " Time to get rid of those pesky teeth! Sorry, but I'm gonna have to steal them, just like you stole money and possessions from others."

Hugo opened the man's mouth, and kept it open with one hoof. "This may sting a little bit, it'll be over though." With this last comment, Waldo burst into tears, giving him as many pleas as a stallion possibly could, but Hugo shrugged it off, and held the hammer up high.

One strike of the hammer to the mouth instantly shattered all of his teeth, as the force he applied was too great for them not to. The mouth was filled with blood as the teeth cut into his skin and the original placement of the teeth bled. Of course this was met with a scream of bloody murder, which was exactly that. There was no recovering the criminal, too much blood was lost at this point, and while he didn't die, he was tortured into passing out, left there as Hugo dropped the hammer and walked back to the door.

Hugo had tortured the man, and left him to die, what did he feel? Good, and nothing bad sprung out of it, except maybe getting in trouble, but he felt that the man deserved exactly what he received. Only one thing left his mouth as he exited the building.

"Good riddance..."

Author's Note

I'm much more proud of this chapter than the last, but I think this story will go a long way. Maybe not a fantastic story, but I hope for it to be one somebody will look at and say," This was a good story!"

Please give me proper feedback, not just likes/dislikes, but what I did right/wrong.