"It's a mass of fearlings - or a massive fearling. It depends on how you see it; they are something of a collective," said the same voice that had taunted them earlier.

The man started to walk back and forth in and out of the line of sight of each of them. He was dressed in a very expensive looking suit and wore a pair of sunglasses.

He knelt near Michelangelo and lowered his sunglasses so that Mikey could see the glass eye. It had a smiley face on it. Behind him stood the Trunchbull and Bloody Mary.

"I'd explain further but it doesn't matter. To each person I give their own fitting bad ending. Your story can't possibly continue if we're to finish our work and that means we can't just kill you. The very idea of you must be destroyed in the eyes of the children or they'll just keep pulling in other versions of you. They love you too much."