[@Gentlemanvaultboy]

Sammy had bent to grab another piece of gravel to launch down when he heard the faint screaming below. He froze. Oh no. Had he attracted them instead? He hadn't meant to, this just seemed like the fastest way to get Pyro and Witch's attention. They always came around when he was playing jokes on people. This seemed like the the most attraction-getting prank he could pull short of walking into a convenience store and announcing himself loudly as a supervillain archenemy of the two.

He was pretty sure he wasn't, by the way. But he was also pretty sure he'd be believed anyways.

But if he hadn't attracted those two, then this was going to end badly. Mostly for him. He glanced at the pebble, now coated in slime, and then swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat. He then glanced over.

He stared. Ok, that was... a bit unusual, he wasn't going to lie. He'd never seen that guy before. He'd never seen anyone like that guy before, except maybe on old Saturday cartoons. He didn't look like one of them, though. That was good. Less good was that it still wasn't Witch or Pyro, and now if this guy ran, they might not show up here! ....hey, wait a sec, that was very bad! He glowered down at the newcomer, fear temporarily forgotten, and cupped his hands around his mouth. The poison stained his skin; he was pretty sure it also affected him once upon a time, but now it took a pretty good amount on skin not attached to his hands or arms to even give him the numbing sensation. He took a deep breath and shouted down:

[h3]"Hey! You're not Pyro!"[/h3]

This high up, he wasn't sure if the guy could even hear him. Still, he pulled his hands away and made a dismissive wave. "You can go! Not needed here!"