Hubert’s existence sucks. It’s not a pleasant reality on an average day, but now he’s trapped in a cell below ground, and he’s hungry enough to fantasise about drinking his own blood—foul as it is. But being trapped and starving isn’t all, though. Just as he thought things couldn’t get any worse, Frank, his Maker, decides he is to dress up as Santa and work the nights in a shopping centre.
All Hubert wants to do is eat, Frank says he can’t, but being Santa provides him with a never ending supply of appetising children. Surely, having a taste wouldn’t be that terrible. What’s the worst that can happen?
All Hubert wants to do is eat, Frank says he can’t, but being Santa provides him with a never ending supply of appetising children. Surely, having a taste wouldn’t be that terrible. What’s the worst that can happen?
