Harley had a purpose for his crimes. Wealth, some drug addiction, and sexual interactions were all simple coverups of his true desire. He made himself look worse for a selfish goal that is arguably worse.
"Vito, can you bring out a few of the boys. I think they should be taught culinary now."
Culinary was a code word for a culling. He liked the small code that only he understood. Most people would think that it meant they would be taught to be cooks for some kind of drugs. But no, he would do something far worse than that.
"Hello, sir. Do you have any requests? We'll try our best to make the kitchen spotless and any other rooms."
"No, you're not going to be a few bus boys, you're going to be cooks."
The two boys were taken to the kitchen where Harley forced them to wash their hands and placed medical gloves on their hands. He tied their hair up. One of them noted how manic he was. Which made how nice he was feeling, an even scarier thing because in a second, he could and in ten out of ten situations would, flip to the opposite side of the spectrum.
"So, what are we cooking?"
"Nothing in particular. What do you two want to make?"
The two boys went into a pool of thought before they both spit out what they wanted to make.
"Pizza!"
"Buffalo wings!"
Harley smiled and flashed his shiny teeth at them. His circular glasses hid his eyes but when he had looked down at them, they allowed light to hit his eyes just right to let them see his eyes. They were… empty.
"Great! Now where did I leave the pizza dough?"
They made the food and Harley; he made sure to make it nice and best as he could. For some reason, he had gone from hyperemotional to a trance.
"Now, can the two of you get in my car. We're going on a road trip."
They were mesmerized as they went to the farm. It was like a place of dreams. Though, nightmares are certainly dreams. The grass was green the closer you got to the ground. A single wooden chapel sat on the farm. Calling it a farm would be generous because of how it hadn't put out any crops in the last fourteen years.
"Why are we here? What are we cooking here?"
"See, this is my family house. We have dinner here every three weeks and I want the guys here to simply just get a lay of the land. I switch chefs every three months and need to have you kids trained. After this, I'll have you reinstated and promoted."
Harley walked them from the car to the church where there were three rooms. A bedroom with three beds, a kitchen, and a chapel which took up most of the building. As for toiletries, there wasn't anything there.
"Come on, the supplies are in here."
A crazy look crossed into Harley's face as he guided the boys into the kitchen. Like a hunter when they see a creature alive in their trap, Harley went for the kill.
"What's that?"
When one of the boys looked over the room at what Harley was pointing at, he found himself staring at the one thing that was in the kitchen, a body hanging from a meat hook. The boys' sight was knocked from their vision by Harley who used the diversion to slam a hammer he hid into their skulls.
"Ow, my head."
"Boys, this is going to be so much fun."
BB, after letting the DA finish the manual, read through it as fast as he could. He was surprised by this venture and found that if one had used the manual correctly, they would have a room that would tether to their liking and would expand and decrease in size as much as they want.
"So, want to create an entire universe?"
"Fine, we have forever to do that."
For the next ten years it felt like they had a universe that was to scale the size of their home. It looked exactly like it and, in the manual, it said that there was a way to access your memories through a book that would appear at random. Well, at the end of the ten-year period of the universe, BB found his. It was large and bound in leather and had been able to hold the entirety of his memories from day to day. Thanks to his almost photographic memory, they were highly detailed, and he was able to remake rooms, moments, and even people down to the most miniscule detail.
"Huh, you're quite the decorator."
The DA's memories were detailed. He was great with memorization and pattern recognition, but he was more right brained. They weren't exactly what he was expecting as when he went to a restaurant, he went to a few times he would see that one part of the corner was just a white blankness, and he would see the pictures on the wall would be blank unlike back home. Sometimes, if he went to a place, he was commonly at it would be correct down to every little detail.
"I just think a lot."
"Wait, this is a memory?"
"Yeah, so what are we going to do to get out of here?"
"What are you talking about? This is forever and I get to relive my greatest hits."
Whilst being in the breakroom of the ODETTA, they were eating and having a time, not good or bad per say, just a time.
"I don't think I want to be here anymore. My crew needs me, and I need to help some people that I left behind."
"Now isn't that a sob story?"
"Yes, it is. Now get out of my way."
A twitch came to the DA's eye. His fist clenched and he was preparing his mind for the sake of a possible fight.
"See, I can't. If you leave, then I have to leave. Because two wrongs make a right."