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Wenda lies awake, in bed. She suddenly remembers something, she must've forgotten about it weeks ago..somehow. (‘Didn’t Clukr ask me one time to help him with something? Why my help though?’) She looks outside her window, its dark, and it looks quite late. (‘Hmm. Its so late though..maybe it could wait til morning..’) She has a sense like something is wrong and goes outside anyway.

Wenda gets to Clukr’s house and knocks on the door. No answer. (‘Maybe he wouldn’t answer, it is late anyway.’) She feels the knob and turns it, it's unlocked. Wenda goes inside, and sees something she should have never seen. There's Clukr, with half of his head sliced off,dripping blood. His eyes and mouth are wide open, blood pooling in his mouth. The sight is so gross, it makes Wenda feel sick to her stomach. She feels so bad for not coming to his aid earlier. Why didn’t she? Why didn’t she? Whydidn’tshe? Whydidn’tsheWhydidn’tsheWhydidn’tshe? That question bounces back and forth in her head like a DVD screensaver. She needed to leave. Now. She walks quickly out the house, and shuts the door behind her. Wenda jogs back to her house, and lays in her bed. She curls up and sobs herself to sleep.

She wakes up the next day, and stretches. She would lay for a few minutes more before getting up, and the first thing she sees, is a black hat, a tophat. Weird. She doesn’t really have any hats, let alone a black one. Let alone a tophat. She then feels this weird and strange urge to put it on, like its the right thing to do.

She puts it on, and immediately feels a sharp, shooting pain in her head, it feels like something penetrating through her. She then feels absolute agony throughout her whole being. Wenda falls to the ground, being only held up by her arms, which feel like jelly. She can’t help but scream and tug on her fur. Wenda rolls on the ground in pain, when it suddenly dulls, and she blacks out.

Wenda ‘wakes up’ in a dream, of full white. She walks, nothing there. She keeps walking, still nothing. Wenda feels a sense of uneasiness settling in, and looks behind her. Nothing there. She starts walking faster, not knowing where her destination is. The dream gets darker, and darker, until its all black. She looks around, still seeing nothing. Her ears go straight, trying to be more alert of her surroundings. She hears walking, but she won’t talk, she won’t say a word. She knows to conceal her position. It sounds like hundreds of legs walking. Wenda crouches down, trying to make herself as small as possible, she keeps low to the ground.

“No matter what you do, I can still see you.”

She hears someone whisper that sentence, and curls into a ball, keeping her tail near, her ears low. She hears something right infront of her, and opens one eye. She sees a black being, pure black. She can’t see its mouth. But she can see its eyes. It has a white tie, and a black tophat. And it kind of has the body of a centipede but it has a torso like a-Wait. A black tophat, like the one she saw in her room!? She shivers at the thought of it, and tears well in her eyes.

“Lets be honest.” The figure clasps its hands together. “You stick out like a sore thumb here. A cat-like sprunki of pure white trying to blend into a place a pure darkness.” “What do you want from me..?” She says weakly. The being grabs onto her shoulders and looks into her eyes. She hisses back at the figure. “Do not hiss at me, cat.” “My name is Wenda.” “I could care less what your name is. But. What I want you to do is..take my offer.” He looks into her eyes, and she feels a stabbing pain in them for a second, but it goes away in a second. She feels a sense of security in his eyes. (‘Good. It worked.’) He gives the white cat chin scritches. “Good girl. Now heres what I actually want you to do. Get rid of this entire city. Its so cutesy and colorful to the point it makes me sick.” He does a throw-up motion with his mouth. “Understood?” “Yes sir..” “Good kitty. You can get up now.” Wenda gets up, and no longer sees the figure, but instead, a white sparkling…thing. Wenda enters it, and she wakes up. She wakes up with the tophat on her head, and would mess with it a little bit before something in her mind told her to stop. Wenda hears knocking on her door, and goes to answer it.

Its Pinki! “Girl are you ok? I came cuz I heard screaming.” “Y-yeah! I’m fine! Just had a really bad nightmare..” Her ears go down a bit. “Oh, well uhh if you’d like, I could come in and we could talk maybe?” “Yeah, that’d be nice..!”

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Pinki walks inside, and notices the tophat on Wenda’s head. “Oooh!! Since when did you have a tophat?” Wenda’s ears perk up. “Oh this..? I went antiquing and found this tophat!” She lies though her teeth. “Antiquing? You don’t usually go antiquing, but maybe we could go together and I could show you the good shops!” “Yeah! One day.” Wenda sits on her bed, signaling for Pinki to come sit next to her. Pinki comes to sit next to her. “Y’know, why wear a hat inside? Theres not really a need for it.” “You wear that bow all the time, even inside.” “...Touché.” They sit for sometime, the silence is loud. “If you want, you could talk about that nightmare you had.” She remembers it, but not by much. “I don’t really wanna talk about it.” “Ok, thats alright.”

Silence.

“Why would you scream that loud though, I would’ve thought that you were getting killed or something.” “Well like I said, I had a really bad nightmare earlier.” “I would’ve thought that new creepy guy that moved in got to you.” Now that Pinki thinks about it, that hat does look a little similar to Blacks. Shes seen him while she was out a few times. Weird. Wenda stares at her intensely, before snapping out of it. “Yeah, he is pretty weird. I’d stay away..” She says trying to keep her cool and not appear suspicious to Pinki. “Yeah, yeah. Uhm, well it was nice talking to you I guess, but i’ll be on my way.” “Ok! Bye Pinki!!” “Bye!!” The rabbit says as she leaves.

Pinki closes the door behind her, and walks to her girlfriends house. She knocks on her door. “Hiiii!!” Simon pulls her in for a hug and spins her around. “Can I come in?” “Of course!” Pinki walks into Simons house, and lays on her couch. Simon comes and sits next to her. “Why is it so silent?” “We just sat down, also we don’t need to talk” Pinki looks up at Simon. And Simon looks into her eyes, her antennae twitches “Y’know, your the most beautiful girl I ever met..” Simon nuzzles against Pinki. “Well thank you! Same could be said about you honestly.” A blush spreads across Simons face, and her antenna twitches more. “Oh stop it you!!” Simon leans down and kisses Pinki on her forehead, making her giggle. (‘So adorable’) Simon thinks. “Mind if I stay the night?” “Its not nighttime yet.” “I knowww just wanted to ask you.” “Yeah” And they lay there, for now.

They don’t know. They don’t know that someone was watching them, plotting. She knows that their both friends with Oren. She’ll get to him, eventually. But for now, she needs to find her first victim. Maybe someone that people wouldn’t care or notice if they were gone. She glances and sees a specific red sprunki. Her eyes go wide. She would feel a twinge of guilt, but it would quickly be replaced by something else. Anticipation? Excitement? Whatever. She doesn’t have time to think on her feelings. Now is the time to plan. She wanted to make it gruesome, make it bloody, make a statement to the town. But for now. She needed to plan this in private. Wenda walked back to her house, shut the door, and began to think of how this would go.

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Raddy walks back to his house, looking for his keys. He’s unaware of a certain white figure watching him. He finds them, and unlocks his door. The figure steps out from its hiding spot and pounces on him, forcing him down and making him a bit disoriented. “Ngh..what the hell..?” He regains his direction and sees its Wenda holding him down. “Wenda?? What are you doi-” Hes cut off as Wenda punches him a few times. He returns the punch and topples her over on her back, punching her in the face. He then feels something cold and sharp enter his neck, and it being pushed down more. He lifts one of his hands up, still holding Wenda down, and rubs at the spot on his neck. Wenda takes this opportunity to punch him and put him under her again. She stands up, and kicks and stomps on his chest. Raddy grabs her leg, and throws her back, a good distance away from him. He gets back up holding his neck. But he feels awfully sleepy.. “Wenda?? Wenda wha-what did you just put in me?” No answer from the white cat. That was the last thing he said before dropping to the floor, unconscious.

Perfect. Wenda gets up with a groan (being thrown against a wall hurts.) And stumbles over to him, grabbing one of his larger horns, and dragging him back to her house.

She takes him back to his house successfully, without anyone noticing her. She takes Raddy up to the attic, and starts to ‘work’ on him. First, she boils him, to make his skin looser for what shes about to do. While he’s boiling, Wenda goes downstairs and grabs a knife, sharpening it to the best of her abilities, she also grabs a meat tenderizer. She goes back upstairs, and takes him out of the boiling water and lays him flat on the ground.

She picks up the meat tenderizer, and beats the right side of his face with it, making it softer and easier to cut. She then grabs the knife, first stabbing his eye out, and cutting the optic nerve. Then, she starts to cut off his skin, exposing the muscular layer of his face. She can see his veins. She keeps cutting, wanting to expose as much as she could. She ends up just ripping the rest of the right side of his face off. She looks down at his lower half, and gets an idea. She uses that same knife to slice as deep into him as possible. She starts cutting, vigorously. This knife is clearly not made for cutting through bone. This is tough! Wenda gets a smart idea; break his bones, that’ll make it easier.

Wenda manages to break the lower part of his spine, and she goes back to cutting. This time, she cuts all the way through. Separating his lower and upper half. She pulls off his lower half. Her work is done. She’s all bloody by the end of it. She needs to wipe the evidence away from her.

After showering and waiting for almost the whole day, its time. Wenda grabs some rope, and puts it around Raddy’s neck. She makes a noose with it. Its a time when most people, if not everyone, is asleep. She drags him like a dog to the center of the town, trying not to make too much noise. She finds a wooden pole, and ties him to there. She turns to leave back to her house and sleep, but she sees someone. She can’t really make out its colors, but she knows that this is a threat. They’re a threat to her reputation. They could tell everyone about this and she’ll be exiled. Maybe killed.

(‘Kill him.’)

She hears a certain voice tell her.

(‘Kill him. You must. He is a threat to my- our mission.’)

Meanwhile,

Durple looks at Wenda, and then at Raddy. Jesus, Wenda of all people did that? It makes him sick to his stomach, he actually drops to his knees, preparing to throw up. He doesn’t even look up to notice that Wenda is gone. He throws up on the ground, and drops to the ground, sobbing. He can’t get that gorey sight out of his head. Why Raddy? And why’d he’d have to go like…that? It sends a shiver down his spine just thinking of it. He wants to throw up again.

He feels himself being turned on his back, and his jaw being hit multiple times. Tears well up, and he can’t even really make a sound because of his jaw being abused.

Snap.

Durple suddenly feels pain course through his entire lower jaw. And feels something wet come from his mouth and nose. He tries to talk, but it hurts extremely bad. He can’t talk. He can’t even get out a cry for help. Durple's full on crying at this point. He feels a swift kick into his jaw, making it hurt even more. That kick is followed by the words "Shut up." He then feels the figure grab his horns, roughly might I add, and take him somewhere. He doesn’t know where he's being taken, he just wants to be home. He sobs quietly to himself.

Somewhere along the trip, his vision gets blurry, but not from the tears.

He blacks out.

May the flies have a plentiful feast on your corpses.

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Everyone is talking about it. What happened to Raddy. Everyone knows, and everyone saw it. His corpse was right in the middle of the town. Its been taken down since. Has anyone noticed Durple? How long he’s been gone? Its weird.. The day after Raddy’s corpse is discovered, Durple is nowhere to be found.

“Do you think we should go looking for him?”

Simon asks Oren and Pinki. She has a right to be worried, they were close friends.

“I don’t know…What if while were out there, something comes out and kills us?.. I don’t wanna end up like Raddy..” Oren tears up a little. “Its ok, you can cry.” Pinki says to her ex. Oren sobs on Simon’s shoulder.

P:“Maybe we could take it to Tunner..?” S:“Why Tunner specifically?” P:“What do you mean ‘why Tunner specifically?’ he’s the town sheriff dummy. So who else better to take it to than him?” O:“So we just straight up ask him?? Wait- what if the killer gets Tunner? Our town wouldn’t be so safe after that..” P:“Maybe someone should go with him?” S:“Yeah…yeah thats smart.” “Do we all go with him? Because it’d be like, pretty hard for the killer to get a group of four people.” P:“We should go while its still day.” O:“So you mean right now?” P:“Yes.” Pinki gets up and leaves out the door. “Are you guys coming???” She says before closing the door. Simon gets up “Hey Oren, are you going or are you staying?” “I-I’ll stay here..I don’t wanna go out yet.” “Ok, well…i’ll stay. I don’t know if its safe for you to stay by yourself. I’ll go tell Pinki.” Simon opens the door to tell Pinki she’s staying with Oren. But, Pinki’s gone already. (‘Guess she went out to find Tunner herself’) She goes back in to comfort Oren.

Pinki goes up to Tunner’s door and knocks on it. “Hello?” Tunner opens the door slightly. Pinki is a little surprised, its not like she wasn’t expecting Tunner to open the door “Hi Tunner. I was wondering, wheres Durple? Have you noticed that the same day we found Raddy he’s also missing?” “No, I hadn’t really thought of that. Actually, I’ve been thinking about Clukr. Have you seen him outside lately?” “No, I haven’t..I was thinking to ask if we could look for Durple, but maybe we should look for Clukr first.” “Yea, who knows where Durple could be.” Tunner takes his notebook and pen, incase he needs details of what happened. “We should go now, while its still day. Besides, who would murder in broad daylight?” He grabs his gun from a table, and puts it in his holster. “Stay infront of me, so I can see you.” Tunner leaves his house and closes the door behind him.

“Do you know where Clukr’s house is?” “No. Sorry.” Tunner sighs. “I-Its alright, just follow me.” Tunner makes a motion with his finger. “Stay close.” They start on their walk to where Clukr is. Once they get there, they knock on his door, arrogantly, might I add. No answer. Tunner knocks again. Still no answer. “OPEN THE DOOR OR I’M KICKING IT DOWN!” The door still won’t open. Tunner turns around and kick the door down with his hind legs (Side note: the sprunki’s are like centaurs but in the way split (regretevator) is a centaur in my hc.) The door flops down, and they enter.

“Its so dark in here..” Pinki says, keeping her arms close to her. “And it stinks!” Pinki says looking for the light switch. She finds it, and flicks it on, turning around. She covers her mouth to keep her from throwing up. There it is again. Clukr’s corpse. Dried blood from the top of his head, and from his mouth. Flies surrounding the corpse “oh..” Pinki trails off, feeling sick. Seeing a corpse is not for the weak. “Oh god..” She gets closer, and lifts his cymbal up. She can see his eyes, red and puffy. Tunner looks at the corpse too, before turning away from it. He almost can't stomach it, the stench, the way you can see his brains. The dried blood. “This is an old corpse. I don’t know when he died though.” Tunner swats the flies away to get a clearer look at his corpse. While looking, he writes down details about the corpse.

(‘Clukr: Found dead in his home, today, on ******. Inside of head is rotting, eyes are red and puffy. As if he’s been crying. Dried blood in mouth, and around where his heads been sliced. Cymbal seems to have crushed his head. Cause of Death: Head crushed, or sliced.’)

Tunner goes off to investigate.

“Where are you going?”

“To investigate. You should come.”

Tunner goes into the basement and turns the light on, descending down the stairs. Its nice to get a little breath of fresh air, not stained with the smell of rotting. He takes a peek into there, and sees a computer with a rainbow propeller hat on. (‘That hat looks straight out of a cartoon.’) He thinks to himself, going further down til he touches the floor. Tunner goes around the room, patrolling it for anything that could help him.

Pinki stands on her hind legs to get a better look at her surroundings, and notices the same computer. She goes over to it and sniffs at it, before turning it on.

‘Loading..’

“Hello! Would you like to have some fun? With us, right now?”

“Well hey li-”

“C’mon! Come sing along with us! It is FUN time!”

“Hi there little guy!! Whats your name?”

“My name is Mr. Fun Computer!”

“Awww!! You’re a cutie!!”

Tunner looks behind him to see what Pinki is calling cute, its just a computer..wait.

“Shouldn’t you not be touching Clukr’s things? Y’know, since he’s dead?” Pinki hadn't really thought of that. “Oops..sorry Clukr.” Her ears droop down a little. “Hey, its ok. Just wanted to point that out.”

“Wow, so many new friends!” The Computer says, with a happy face on its screen. “So, what your name?” “I’m Mr. Fun Computer!” “Huh, Pinki wasn’t lying about you being a cutie.” Tunner spins the propeller on Mr. Fun Computers hat. “I don’t find anything weird or suspicious here. So we should go.” “Huh?? What do you mean weird or suspicious??” “...” Tunner looks away from the computer slightly. “Why are you looking for weird and suspicious stuff in my dads house >:C” The computers face changes to an angry emoticon. “Well, if you must know the truth….” Tunner gets all choked up. Is he really about to tell this child he just met his dads dead? He sighs, before breaking the news.“Your dad is dead. He’s upstairs. We don’t know who killed him, yet.”

The computer makes a shocked and scared face, it slowly turns to sadness. “Oh.” A teardrop symbol appears on his screen, signifying hes crying. “I know, i’m sorry lil bud. Would ye’ like to stay here? Or would you wanna come with us?” “...Can I go to my other dads house??” “Well sure, just tell us where it is.” Tunner unplugs the cord that Mr. Fun Computer is plugged into and starts his way back upstairs.

He looks back, seeing Pinki still in the basement.“Pinki c’mon, you can’t stay here.” “Oh right, sorry! Aren’t we supposed to be looking for Durple though?”

“We’ll look for him after we bring this computer to his ‘other dads’ house.”

Tunner says, as he walks out

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“Wheres your dads house again?” “It should be gold.” “...Your dads house is made of gold??” “No, his suit is though.” “SUIT???” “My dads house is gold colored.” “Oh.”
They make it to the houses door, and knock.
“Hello?” Garnold opens the door. He has scratches and some black stuff on his suit, he must’ve been busy or something. (‘Oh..thats what he meant by ‘Suit’’) “Hi, I think this belongs to you.” Tunner gives Mr. Fun Computer to him. “Oh, thank you but I don’t think he’s supposed to be with me yet.” “What do you mean? He can’t stay at Clukr’s house.” Garnold gets a little worried now. “What do you mean? Whats wrong with Clukr’s house?” Tunner sighs and hesitates a bit. “Clukr’s dead Garnold.” Oh. Oh. Garnold stays silent in shock. Mr Fun Computer makes some sad noises. “I know baby, its tragic.” He says in a soft voice, hugging him close to his body. “I’m sorry ya’ll..I-I’ll leave ya’ll alone.” Tunner closes the door behind himself.

“..." Pinki hesitates before saying the next sentence. "Do we search for Durple now?” “Hmm? Oh- yeah sure.” They walk off to search for him.

Mr. Fun Computer cries in Garnolds arms before looking up at his dad. “Dad, is..is Clukr coming back?” “I’m afraid not. Clukr..Clukr’s dead.” “What does dead mean..?” “It means…how do I explain this to you? It means they..err..don’t need to breathe, sleep, or eat anymore. They don’t have to do anything anymore, infact.” Not the best way he could’ve explained, but oh well. “Ok. Saving to memory drive.” Mr. Fun Computer says between sobs and sniffles. “Do you wanna go up to your room?” He nods, and Garnold takes him up to his room, before going back downstairs and thinking about his unfinished project. He doesn’t know if he’ll finish it today, or ever for that matter. He takes off his helmet, and his vision gets all blurry. Some tears drop from his eyes onto his helmet. Clukr’s dead, and he hadn’t known?? He sits down and cries into a pillow, he can’t risk crying on his suit. He looks at his unfinished project. He doesn’t feel like or want to work on it right now, but he would rather distract himself from his feelings than think on them. He goes upstairs, and continues working.

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Tunner and Pinki are way outside the town by now. “Tunner, how are we gonna get home?” “We’ll find our way home, trust me.” “But what if we don’t? What if it gets dark and we don’t find our way home and we end up dying and rotting here?” “Hey, don’t say all that. And also theres no need to worry Pinki, we’ll find our way home, I promise.” They look in the distance, and lying in a field of grass is something purple. They walk over to it and- oh. Another corpse. Durple's Corpse. This time, his jaw is broken, and dried blood was pooling from his nose and mouth. Tunner examines the corpses jaw, and feels…something. Can’t place his finger on what exactly. He keeps investigating the corpse.

“Oh..so Durple wasn’t the killer?” Pinki asks sheepishly. She looks at his corpse, obviously he wasn’t the killer if he was laying there unresponsive you dumb fuck. “Actually, nevermind.” She dismisses her previous question. “Do we..err go back now?” “Shh. I’m writing details about him.”

(‘Durple: Found dead in an unknown field, far outside of Mewsik [//I made up a town for the sprunki’s] Jaw broken, blood pooling from nose and mouth. Skin feels weird around place of fracture, feels squishy and stretchy. Cause of Death: Broken Jaw.)

Tunner closes his book and puts it somewhere. “Ok, c’mon lets go.” Tunner starts to walk back into town, feeling a twinge of worry and looks behind him to see if Pinki’s following. He feels that worry go away just as fast as it came, she’s still behind him, so thats a good sign.

“Pinki, get infront of me. We can’t risk anything happenin’ to ya.” “Why? Whats so important about me?” “...I dunno, I feel like, this strange urge to protect you. Thats not weird right?” “No, no not at all.”
('I have some work to do when I get back.')

They make it back to the town, and both go their separate ways.

Pinki unlocks her door and opens it, and enters. She yelps at the feeling of someone hugging her suddenly.

"Pinki!!!!! How I missed you so much!!!!" Her girlfriend Simon picks her up and peppers her face with kisses.
"Aww..I missed you too! But, how did you get in my house?" "...Err...Questionable circumstances."

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Finally, after hours, or was it days? He can’t really remember, after learning the…unfortunate news of what happened to Clukr. But anyways, after however long of working, its done. His creation is finally done. Garnold could cry just looking at how beautiful it is.

He presses a button to make it turn on.

It powers up, and blinks, its screens black except for blue eyes and a mouth on the lower one.
“Hi! I’m Fun-Bot!” It waves, you can hear whirring noises coming from it. Funbot takes a step in the room, well, its more like stumbling. “Balancing..”

Oh my god. Its alive. HIS CREATION IS ALIVE!!! He gets up and dusts himself off.

“Ahem- Hello Fun-Bot. I am your creator, Garnold.” He bows a little for some reason. “Hm. Hello Garnold!” “Would you like to meet some friends?” “Friends! I love friends!” Fun-Bot walks out the room, “SCANNING…”

He can’t believe it, Fun-Bots alive, and working. Garnold feels like crying. He walks after Fun-Bot, to see hes already gone into a room.

“Wooaahh…” Fun-Bot blinks in awe at the computer, reaching out a finger to touch its screen. Feels nice to touch. He picks it up and brings it to Garnold. “Garnold, what is this..strange contraption??” He turns it around in his hands, examining it. “SCANNING…” “Thats Mr. Fun Computer, hes uhh..shaken up about something. Maybe you could talk to him later?” “PROCESSING…Hes a….” He trails off, confused on what he is. They cock their head to the side a little.

(Meanwhile,)

It was silent. Eerily silent. It wasn’t really this silent between the two lovers.

“I saw two corpses that day.”

What?

“Simon did you hear me? I saw- I’m sorry I just need to get this off my chest.”

“Thats a weird conversation starter..” Simon chuckles nervously. “Uhhm, whose two corpses did you see?”

“Clukr and Durple.”

Simon stays silent in shock. Her antennae go down, and she starts sobbing and sniffling. Pinki hugs her tightly. “Awww, its ok Darling.” She strokes the others hair. Hearing Simon cry makes her want to cry.

She musn’t cry. She has to be strong right now. How can she be there for Simon if their both crying?

“...I don’t know if I should ask this, but would you-” “If you don’t know about it then don’t say it.” Oh. Simon’s sudden snarkiness hurts her a little. “Oh..well I’m sorry.” “W-wait no. Sorry I just. I need a moment.” Simon gets up and dusts herself off. “I’ll be at my house if you need me.” Simon shuts the door behind her.

She can’t believe it. Durple, one of her best friends, is gone. Dead and gone, just like that. How come she hadn’t known? She feels like she would’ve known somehow. (‘Is it my fault?’) Simon feels her vision getting blurry and hot tears run down her cheeks. She wipes them away, only for them to be replaced by more. She tries to make it back to her house, as fast she can.

She gets to her house, and opens the door, rushing in.

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Pinki lays, wondering if she did something wrong. No. She knows she did something wrong. She knew better than to ask Simon if she wanted to talk about it. Not after hearing her friend died. She sighs, she’ll let Simon have her space.

She goes onto her back, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about what she did. She feels miserable, like the worst girlfriend ever. The more she thinks about it, the deeper she digs herself in. Her head hurts a bit, like a dull pain in the back of her head. Maybe she’ll sleep it off. She closes her eyes, dozing off slowly.
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Wenda walks, not really doing anything suspicious, til she notices Simon walking out of Pinki’s house. Not unusual or eye-catching or anything, but it makes her get an idea. Her eyes go wide. Pinki’s all alone now. Her eyes go wide, and a smirk appears on her face.

She goes up to her door, and knocks. She quickly calms down, not wanting Pinki to be suspicious of her. The pink rabbit opens it. “Hello..?” She says drowsily. “I was sleeping.” “Ah, Hi Pinki. If its ok, can I come in?” Pinki looks at her blankly, considering it. “....Sure.” The cat walks in, Pinki closes the door behind her.

Wenda lays on the couch, getting comfy. Pinki follows after her. “So, Why are you here? If its ok to ask.” “I don’t know, I thought you needed some comfort I guess..” Wenda trails off after saying that last part. “Maybe I do.” Pinki says, yawning after. She flops over, dozing off again. Wenda lets her have her sleep.

Come to think of it, she looks kind of cute sleeping like this. So cute and delicate. Hm..She needs to find a way to kill her, but she can’t really move Pinki herself. Maybe she could move what she’s sleeping on..? But she might feel it somehow. She can’t do it here, thats too much a risk. Maybe moving what shes sleeping on would be her best bet? But first she needs to find a secluded enough area within here.

She found a closet, its a bit cluttered and not ideal but we’ll make it work. Wenda grabs the rug Pinki’s sleeping on, and drags it, slower than usual to not wake the bunny up. They successfully make it to the closet, Wenda closes the door behind her, and wakes Pinki up. The rabbit wakes up with a groan, blinking her eyes slowly. Pinki notices shes trapped under something heavy. She feels something booping her nose, and then a sudden hard grip on it. It makes her wince in pain. She feels her face being torn in a different direction. She starts screaming in agony, before she feels something being shoved into her mouth. Pinki doesn’t know what it is, nor does she care at the moment. Half of her face has been torn off by this point, and she feels her vision fading a bit. Is she dying, is this what dying feels like? Its scary..she doesn’t wanna go, not yet. She blacks out from the pain.

Pinki ‘wakes up’, in a place of pure black. She feels unnerved, as if something is watching her. She puts her paw up to her face, and touches it slowly. It burns and stings. She takes her paw away, and lets it dangle by her side. Pinki still feels as if shes being watched, she can’t shake that feeling.

She walks, slowly. She hears something, its quite faint. Sounds like walking, lots of legs walking. She starts sprinting, looking for anywhere to hide. When she’s picked up abruptly, she bites at whatevers picking her up, drawing a bit of blood.

“Hey, you know that bitings not nice right..?” It says, in a mocking tone. Pinki doesn’t even want to look at it, but shes forced to. (No eyelids havin ass) Its like, some sort of centipede creature, its tall, and has a black tophat.

It suddenly dawns on her that this could be Black. He’s..way scarier in person. She tended to avoid Black, along with everyone else. Maybe thats why he..snapped..? Was he always like this?? And that tophat looks very similar to the one Wenda’s wearing.

“Wow, what a way to go, am I right?”

His voice snaps her out of her thoughts. “A-am I dead..are you what awaits me..?” Her ears go down and tears prick at the corners of her eyes, they sting badly. “Surprisingly, no. No your not dead. You blacked out from the pain is all.”

She’s still alive?

She’s..still alive.

No. No. She’d rather be dead.

Pinki would rather die than live in agony without her face. What if Simon sees her without her face? She’d seem like a monster to her. An ugly, gross, faceless monster. And she wouldn’t be able to even blink, now that she thinks of it.

What a painful and pitiful existence.

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No-one has seen Pinki for the past few days, Simon went around asking anyone she could find if they’ve seen Pinki today. It even caused a search and investigation. They even interrogated her, because it was no secret that Simon and Pinki were dating. So what sense would it make if they didn’t interrogate her?

Nonetheless, everyone said that they hadn’t seen Pinki at all that day, so it went cold.

Since then, Simon has locked herself in her room.

She punches the wall angrily. “FUCK.” Simon yells, grabbing and pulling on her antennae. She keeps punching the wall til her knuckles get all bloody, she turns and slouches down on the wall, burying her face in her hands. “Why did I have to LEAVE HER ALONE.” She growls angrily, gripping at her face. She bites at her hand hard, real hard, she blames herself for what happened to her dear. Its her fault. If she hadn’t gotten so caught up in her emotions she could’ve prevented whatever happened to Pinki. Who knows where she is now. She bites her hand hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste trickling into her mouth. She loosens her mouths grip around her hand a bit.

Simon looks around her room, it fills her with rage for some reason. Her antennae pin back. She gets up slowly. She charges, trying to destroy everything in her room.

After her fit of rage, she flops onto her side. Shes tired, that spot where she bit her hand hurts. Her whole body hurts for some reason. She breathes heavily, bringing her hands up to her face once again. She cries into them, sobbing herself to sleep.

“I feel sorry for your girlfriend.”

She hears a voice say.

“Y’know, She died, not knowing if you even truly loved her.”

She did?? Simon falls to her knees, looking at the ground emotionless. She died, and Simon didn’t care in her mind?? No. No. It should’ve been her that died. Why wasn’t she taken instead?

“But, I can help you get revenge on whoever killed her..” Black lies, Pinki’s not dead, he just likes toying with peoples minds. And getting rid of Wenda wouldn’t be good for him. "Who knows? Maybe you can prove you did love her after all."

Simon’s antennae perk up hearing that. She’ll find whoever killed Pinki. And she’ll make them pay. “Wh-what do I have to do..?”

Black leans down, getting real close to Simons face. Simon backs up a bit. “Just look into my eyes, you’ll see what you have to do.”

Simon feels her head getting all fuzzy.

What she’s doing is a grave mistake, but she doesn’t know that.

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Ever since Pinki went missing, it was ordered that everyone have a partner to go out with, if they must. The remaining 16 were all paired with someone to protect them.

Thats how OWAKCX and Sky ended up together.

Sky thought OWAKCX was pretty scary, the guy was a mental ward escapee for fucks sake. But after a few days, Sky discovered he was actually chill in a way. He wasn’t as crazy as Sky thought he’d be. They actually found himself chilling with the other a bit.

They found OWAKCX chilling on the couch, watching whatever's on the TV. Sky comes down the stairs.

“Hey Lime! Wanna play with my teddy bears again?”

OWAKCX looks away from the TV, hearing Sky’s voice. “Oh, uh y-yeah sure!” He liked playing teddy bears with them, it made him feel more calm. Sky comes and lays on the floor, and pats the spot infront of them, signaling they want OWAKCX to lay infront of them. OWAKCX does so, and grabs a teddy bear.

They play for a while, laughing and giggling and all that. But, something feels off.. Like he’s supposed to be at ease right now but he feels as if somethings wrong with Sky. They’re being calm, way too calm after what happened with Pinki. He thinks for a second.. No. NO. He couldn’t have been put to be roomates with a killer. His quills stand up, and he backs away from Sky slowly. He backs himself into a corner, gripping at his fur. He breathes heavily trying to calm himself down. It doesn’t work, he’s so tense.

Sky senses something wrong, and goes over to him to try and comfort him. “Hey Lime, are you ok?” He paws at him, making OWAKCX jump. “DON’T TOUCH ME….S-STAY BACK.” OWAKCX bares his teeth at Sky. “Lime,” Sky speaks in a soft voice, “Do you want one of my plushies to hold?” Sky grabs one, and tries to give it to him, only to be met with a punch in the face. “STAY BACK I TOLD YOU.” He buries his face into his hands, crying.

OWAKCX stops crying and stares at nothing. He needs to find something if he wants to survive. He’s not getting killed today. He gets up, sprinting around the house. And finds a metal pipe. This’ll work. He runs back upstairs, sneaking up behind Sky and clocking him over the head with it.

Sky rubs the spot they were hit, it aches. They look and huff at OWAKCX, before charging and pinning him down. He tries to get a bite at the back of his neck, but OWAKCX just keeps hitting him on the head.

Sky feels something pierce through him, causing him to stop attacking for a second. He still pins OWAKCX down, but he looks at his chest. He’s been stabbed. He feels another rod go through his mouth, at this point he faints, right ontop of OWAKCX.

He (somehow) manages to get from under Sky, and grabs two more rods. He pierces one through Sky’s ear, another through his left eye.

After sticking the last two rods into Sky. He realizes something.

He killed Sky.

He killed Sky, the one he was assigned to protect from the killer.
He was supposed to protect them.
And he failed.

…

He runs to the cabinet, looking for something, anything that could get him out of this. When he finds it. A bottle of pills, quite full too. He pops off the top that keeps them sealed, dumping them into his mouth, and swallowing.

He goes upstairs, and lays on his bed. So soft and warm. He looks up at the ceiling. And gets all teary eyed thinking about what he did to Sky. He didn’t deserve to be in charge of Sky, had they not known any better? Putting the bear in charge of some deranged freak? He deserved what was coming to him, he’d be ridding this world of someone they didn’t need. Not anymore. He turns on his side, closing his eyes, and drifting asleep.

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The tan Sprunki takes out a diary, making an entry.

(“Dear diary. Holy fuck the people in this town have been dropping like flies. I don’t know for sure who the first to go was, but I think it was Clukr. Then it was Raddy and Durple. Everyone saw Raddy’s corpse, hung right in the middle of the town. Someone took it down later cuz no one wants to see a corpse rotting day by day. But Durple, his corpse was found way outside the town. I felt his corpse, everywhere on his corpse. Especially his mouth. Seemed like some sort of weird infection. His skin felt abnormally stretchy.

I wonder how Simons doing. Her girlfriend is dead, and I havent seen or heard from her for days. Infact, no ones seen or heard from her in days. Last time, she was at home when I interrogated her.”)

The sheriff puts his pen down and thinks for a second. No..she can’t be dead. While there is a possibility, would the murderer kill 2 people that quickly?

Hes cut off by the ping of his phone. He look at his home screen, seeing its a text from Jevin. He opens his phone checking his texts.

“TUNNER.”

“YOU NEED TO COME THERES BEEN A MURDER AT OWAKCX’s HOUSE.”

“YOU ASSIGNED OWAKCX TO PROTECT SKY. YOU NEED TO COME QUICK.”

He gets up and leaves frantically out the door. Wait. He left something. He goes back in his house to grab his gun, and then leaves.

Tunner practically sprints to Limes house. Dear god, what has happened there? His main worry is Sky, he prays to Mr. Sun that Sky is not dead, that Sky is ok and well and safe. He gets there, and sees Jevin waiting outside for him. The blue Sprunki grabs his hand. “Tunner, before we go in, I have to warn you, the scene is pretty..gruesome.” Silence. “Please tell me Sky is okay, ple..ease?” Jevin looks away with a sad expression. Oh. Tunners hope of Sky being ok goes down significantly.

He takes a deep breath, trying to prepare for what state he would see Sky in. He tries to choke back tears, not ready to go in.

“Its ok if your not ready to go in yet. I’ll stay out as long as you need til your ready.” Tunner grabs Jevin and sobs into his shoulder. Stupid. Thats what Tunner is. He was stupid for not letting Sky stay with him. He wouldve, he shouldve been there to protect them. But no, he just had to place them with someone else. What was going through his mind when he made that decision? Its too late to figure that out now, Sky is most likely dead, and theres no turning back.

Jevin rubs the others back in circles, trying to comfort him. “Don’t worry, i’ll be here for you.” Jevin holds him more tightly. He lets him cry for however long he needs to until he decides hes ready. “Whenever your ready.”

Tunner doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready. He has to go in eventually, theres no preventing or postponing it. He comes off of Jevins shoulder, wiping away tears and snot with his sleeve. “O-Ok..I think I’m ready to go in now.” Tunner sniffles at the end of that sentence. “Okay, follow me, you can hold my hand if you wanna.” He holds the others hand and goes into the house. The lights are on, and he looks around for Sky.

..Oh.

..Oh.

Thats where Sky is.

He goes up to the little blue bear on the ground. Looking at the state of his son. He feels his vision getting blurry, and tears fall onto Sky’s light blue fur. Who did this..who would do this to a poor, innocent child like Sky?

He takes out a notepad and a pen, and with tears in his eyes, start writing the details of what happened to Sky.

(‘Sky: Found dead in OWAKCX’s home, today, on *******. Was impaled with four metal rods. One through the heart, one through the ear (presumably hitting their brain.), one through the jaw, and one through the back of the head, taking out his eye with it.’ Cause of Death: Impalement)

He looks at Sky’s corpse again, and feels tears flooding his vision again. With tear-filled eyes, he looks back at his paper and keeps writing.

(‘He was my son, well, not my actual son, but he was my son.’)

Thats all he gets out before he has to put the notepad down, so it won’t get soaked in his tears. He brings his hat down, to cover up his face. Tunner picks up Sky’s body, and hugs them tightly. “I’m sorry Sky. I was a fool to let you not stay with me..Please..please forgive me..” Tunner sobs into Sky’s hoodie. (“I’m the worst parent ever, I’m such a stupid, useless sprunki”)

Letting go of Sky, he calls Jevin over. “Jevin..Is there…is there anything upstairs?” Jevin snaps his head up from wherever he was looking, and loosens his hoodie. “OWAKCX is up there.” Tunner goes upstairs slowly, looking in each of the rooms and sees OWAKCX.

He covers his mouth, and his knees drop to the ground. He dry retches, and squints his eyes closed. He doesn’t even wanna look at the corpse again, but he has to. He gets up, weakly, and stumbles over to OWAKCX. And he slowly opens his eyes. He looks at the corpse, and takes out his pen to start writing. With shaky hands, he writes the details of the corpse.

(‘OWAKCX: Found dead in his home, today, on *******. Jaw and lower torso skinned/flayed off. His teeth are showing where his mouth is. Cause of death: Blood Loss)

He can’t take it anymore, he kneels down and throws up on the ground. Jeez, this is real brutal. OWAKCX didn’t do anything to deserve this. He gets up with wobbly legs, and leaves out of OWAKCX room. Jevin looks at him as he leaves, and Tunner eyes looked bleak, like they’d lost their shine. Well, the guy lost his child, so he wouldn’t blame him. He catches Tunner right before he leaves. “Uhh, Tunner? Would you like some comfort?” “No. I- Jev, I need a moment alone.” Jevin nods, words aren’t needed. He turns on one foot and walks away, leaving the former alone.

Tunner tilts his hat forward, obscuring his face. Hot tears stream down his face for like the third time. The tears just don’t stop coming. He thinks back to his other ‘son’, Brud. He can’t fuck up again, he can’t afford to fuck up again. He needed to protect Brud, like what he failed to do with Sky. Tunner doesn’t know what he’ll do if he loses another child.

Tunner’s home. He opens the door, and steps in. He goes into the kitchen, looking for something to numb the pain. Thats when he finds it, some bottles of beer. He grabs one and pops the cap open, and chugging it down. It leaves a burning sensation on his throat, but he keeps drinking. Tunner has to forget the things that happened tonight. Or atleast try to forget them. He looks at the bottle, seeing its empty. He grabs another, drinking that one down.

Then another,

And another..

Just for today, he wants to try and forget.

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She lays in bed, after flaying OWAKCX. Nothing to hear. Just her, alone, with her thoughts. (‘Why must I do this..? Weren’t these people once my friends?’) She thinks as she closes her eyes, her breathing steadies. Her vision fades until shes asleep.

In a dream..

She ‘awakens’ in a dream of pure white. (Does she remember the last time?) She sees something in the middle, and starts walking towards it, curious of what it is. She trots towards the object.

Once she gets there, she sees its the black hat. The one shes been wearing. Shes not so scared of it anymore, and paws at it. A figure emerges from the bottom of the hat, and the headwear swirls around it. Then, the figure grabs it swiftly, securing it on its head.

“Yes Wenda? Did you need to know something?” Wenda nods. “Black, why must I do this..?” Black sighs and rolls his eyes a bit. “Didn’t I tell you this already? This world must be rid of.” Wenda looks up, and tilts her head confusedly. “But why? Why must I get rid of this world??” “Well, I can’t do it, according to the others, I’m ‘weird’ or something. I need someone to do the dirty work for me. That, and this world is so colorful to the point it makes me sick. The bright colors, the sickeningly sweet melodies..would make any sensible person barf.” “...So thats it? I’m just a pawn to you? Just an accomplice in this sick plan of yours??” Black did not like the pointed tone Wenda had used towards him. “Don’t take that tone with me, cat.” Black leans down to Wenda. Wenda would hiss and go into a defensive pose. She backs away, but a tendril emerges from Black, grabbing her and bringing her closer to him.

“LET GO OF ME SHITSTAIN!”

Wenda wriggles and struggles to get away. She bites at Blacks Tendril thats holding her in place, and Black loosens its grip on her, allowing her to drop to the floor with a thud.

“Oh, is your old self coming back? Not wanting to comply with my plans? That won’t do. Not at all.” The whole place suddenly fades into darkness, and Black is nowhere to be seen when Wenda looks around. “Try and find me, for your sake. I might just prolong your fate.” Wenda starts to run around frantically, looking for Black. Her ears go outward, trying to pick up even the faintest sound from Black.

After some minutes, it says something. “Better hurry, theres no telling how long I’ll wait for you to find me.” Wenda tries to find out the direction of Blacks voice, she does not wanna know whatever Black has in store for her.

After sometime of running around, looking for Black. She gives up. She’s tired, and she just wants to be back in her home. She curls up on herself, letting some tears slip from her eyes.
“Giving up..are we?”
Oh no. No. Nonononononono.

Wenda feels the hat man grab her and stab her in the vocal chords.

She lays, pathetically on the ground, sputtering up blood.

“To be honest, a real killer should never give up on finding their victims. No matter how hard they are to find.”

Wenda looks up at Black, it looks right back down at her.

“Y’know, maybe I did do something wrong, choosing you as an accomplice. Maybe I should give up on you and kill you right now.”

Wenda gets scared and backs away from black.

“But, we can make a deal.”
Wenda’s ears perk up at that. “Y-yes i’ll do anything, just let me live, please.” She says, her voice raspy.

“Heres the deal” Black looks into her eyes, and Wenda feels that warm fuzzy feeling in her head again. “You have to promise, that you’ll always find your victims, no matter what. Understood?” “Yes, I promise, but..whats in it for me?” “Well, since you made a big fuss about me not killing people, I’ll start killing some.” Wenda nods and smiles a bit.

“I hope you do better, not that you werent doing good in the first place.” Black says, as he lets up on her. “You may go now.”

Wenda suddenly wakes up and looks at her body. She sees its a fresh scar where her vocal chords would be. Did what happened in the dream happen to her in real life? Is she..is she hallucinating?? She doesn’t know.

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She can’t see. Simon can’t see. The little visibility she does have is very blurry. She claws and scratches at her eyes, hoping she can wipe the blurriness away from them. She feels a liquid dripping inbetween her fingertips. Blood. She must be close. She scraches her eyes again, before stopping shortly as it begins to hurt and sting.

Simon lays on the ground, defeated. Everything hurts for some reason. She can’t see, theres something coming out of her lower sides, and it hurts. She wishes to rip them out and for it to be all over. She can feel her mouth growing, well beyond normal. Matter of fact, she feels herself growing. Growing taller, bigger. She can hear and smell everything now. And her hunger. Oh the hunger. No matter what she eats, its never enough to fill her. Every second of her now existence feels like agony.

What is she? What is she actually? Why must she go through this pain? She’s eaten everything in her house, and yet its not ever enough to fill her.

She might have to leave. Leave the hiding of her own house. She needs more food.

…

Simon manages to leave her house, having to squeeze through it because of her size. She goes into town, hunting for food. She can hear the townspeople..well, whats remaining of them. She doesn’t know how many of them are..gone now. Ever since Pinki went away.

While she walks, she hears the things people say. They’re probably all directed at her. “Oh God what is that thing??” “I-is that Simon..?” “Probably whats left of her..” “UGLAHH JIT” She didn’t even know what the last one meant. All this malice aimed at her made her want to cry. Just curl up into a ball and sob, sob all the pain away. Why would they say these things?? Its still her! The same old joy-filled, energetic, talkative Simon! Whatever. She’ll..try to disregard their rude comments.

She makes it to a restaurant, atleast she thinks its a restaurant. It smells good inside. She opens the door and manages to squeeze inside again.

Meanwhile…in the ‘restaurant’

Oren makes something for himself, staying barricaded in the house. Ever since all those deaths..especially Pinki’s. He missed her, even if she was his ex. She was still a good friend to her.

He hears his door open..he tenses, and grabs the closest thing that can be considered a weapon. He looks at it. Whoever the killer is..they got another thing coming. He’s not gonna give them his life that damn easy.

He peeks around the corner, trying to be as stealthy as possible. He looks for whoevers in his house, and..

Her eyes constrict, there, in her living room was Simon. She looked..deformed. Her mouth was too wide for her face, so it expanded. And She has two new arms, but they didn’t look normal..they looked..insect-like. She was skinny..deathly skinny. And where are her eyes? They had blood on them, it looked like she’d been scratching at them.

She ‘looked’ in his direction, he tenses and hides under the table. Whatever that thing was, it wasn’t Simon. He won’t let it get him.

Oren hears the table get flipped over and thrown somewhere else. Shit. He stabs the thing. And tries to run away. She doesn’t hear the thing run after her..atleast he thinks. Oren takes this opportunity to hide in another room. Once hes in, she lets out a breath she didn’t even know he was holding.

SLAM!

Fuck..it found him again?? He grabs the knife again..wait. Where is it? Oh god no..did she leave it behind. He’s..He’s defenseless.

He feels the thing get ontop of him. His antennae go down..man its breath stinks..it drools on his chest. And he feels it drag a claw across her chest, before going back up and digging the claw into his chest, making blood spurt. It keeps dragging, agonizingly slow. Oren howls in pain at the sensation. Fat tears roll down his face, and he wiggles and writhes in agony. He feels its hand go up to her eye, and grab a hold of it. His antennae droop down as he feels his eyes being ripped out, and she screams bloody murder.

She feels exhausted when the pain in both his chest and eye stops. Before feeling her chest being spread open. His ribs being severed and pulled in opposite directions. Blood rushes down the spot where his eye was ripped out.

…

Did he die..? Where is he? Its black everywhere..

He starts walking, no direction, no idea on where he’s going. He looks around, and sees light..? Light here..?

He walks into it.

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God. What was that thing walking around? Whatever it was, it sure wasn’t Simon.

Wait, now that Jevin thinks of it. All the time she spent cooped up in her house, ever since Pinki’s unfortunate passing.

It makes sense.

It must have made her into that..thing walking around town.

…He needs to tell Tunner about this.

…

Tunner misses Sky. He misses them so much. He failed. Failed to protect him. And now hes paying. For the past few..days? Or was it a week? He’s been laying here, crying over Sky. The only thing keeping him from just..ending it all is Brud. If he failed to protect him, then..there’d be no reason to keep going anymore.

He walks out of his room, going to find Brud. Tunner walks into his room and sees him playing with LPS (LPS MENTION YEAAAAAAA!!!!!!) Brud jumps a bit when Tunner opens the door.

“O. Hiii Mr. Tunner!!!” Brud waves excitedly. “Where have you of been? Brud haven’t of seen you in of while.” He whimpers and the end of that sentence, sad expression marking his face. Tunner comes and sits next to him, wrapping a hand around him.

“Aww, I’m sorry kiddo. I-I’ll make it up to you.” Tunner hugs Brud tightly to his chest, rubbing his back. “What’ya playin with?” Tunner picks one up and turns it in his hand, its a little bunny, with its ears down (Lop Bunny LPS)

“Oh, it of just some LPS. Brud of wonder wheres Sky? Brud wanna of play with him!”

“...Sky is…somewhere else…something unfortunate happened to him.” Tunner’s ears droop a bit.

“But, aren’t you supposed to protect the people of the town? How did you fail to do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re an idiot, Tunner. Why didn’t you think to place Sky with you?”

“I-..I don’t know.” Tunner sniffles, tears clouding his vision.

“You’re too much of a coward to just kill yourself. You don’t really serve much of a purpose here anymore.”

“Thats not true. I-I still have Brud..”

“Not for long. If you don’t step up to the plate and protect him like you swore to yourself you would.”

“Your a pathetic excuse for a sheriff Tunner. Scratch that, you're a pathetic excuse of a Sprunki.”

“Take the gun you always keep in your hat and put it to your dome.”

“Mr. Tunner?? Mr. Tunner!!!”

Tunner is snapped out of his trance when Brud speaks.

“Mr. Tunner? You were of talking to yourself. And crying.” Brud whimpers and sniffles a bit. “And, seeing you of cry makes Brud want to of cry.”

“Oh..Aww.” Tunner pulls Brud in for an embrace. “I’m sorry for making ye’ cry kid.” Tunner gives him a little kiss on the cheek.

Brud giggles a bit and pulls away from Tunner “But, Mr. Tunner, are you of ok?” Brud says, genuinely worried for Tunner.

“...No…” Tunner looks away from Brud. “And no, I’d rather not talk about it. I’ll just- leave.” Tunner gets up and opens the door, closing it behind him as he leaves.

…

Garnold goes outside for some fresh, nighttime air. He hasn’t been outside since..the death of his Ex, Clukr. Sure things didn’t work out between them, but a Sprunki can miss someone right? He inhales deeply, and exhales just as deep. Has he really had the time to think about Clukr? He’s been distracting himself with so many things, trying not to confront his grief. He takes his helmet off, feeling the tears start to come.

He cries, big fat tears streaming down his face. Garnold cries for Clukr, and about Clukr. Was it his fault? No..no it wasn’t. But he dropped Mr. Fun-Computer off for his time with Clukr just a few days ago. He should’ve maybe asked to come in and check if anythings wrong. God he’s so fucking stupid.

He ends up going to sleep, right on the porch. Being tired from all that crying earlier.

…

Garnolds eyes flutter open a little bit when he hears..something rather loud infront of him. He looks and sees its..Durple?? Didn’t Durple die? Everyone was talking about it, Raddy died, corpse hung in the middle of the Town for everyone to see. And Durple was nowhere to be seen. He thought that Durple must’ve also died.

Why is Durple looking at him like that. Like he’s..prey? He takes his helmet and starts running, far away from Durple. He hears some kind of weird scream, and assumes it came from Durple. He keeps running, he doesn’t stop running. He has to get away from that thing.

All this running is really making him work up a sweat, isn’t it?

Garnold slows down once he gets to Marching Rivers. He breathes in and out, feeling exhausted. His eyelids feel heavy and he starts to go to sleep again, only to be awoken by a tap of his shoulder.

He turns around, to tell whoever it is to go away. Its Durple, with that same look in his eyes. His hands hold his mouth closed. The dragon’s dilated pupils move down to look at him. Before he opens his mouth. It stretched..no normal Sprunki’s mouth should stretch like that. It was like looking into a black void of nothingness. He could see his teeth, the fangs waiting to rip him apart. Garnold backs away from Durple, before falling.

Right into the River of water behind him.

Screams of agony resound in Durples Fin-ears as Garnold screams and begs for mercy. The other thrashes in the water, trying to get out. Durple waits until the noises and splashing stops to dig Garnold out of the water. The water has been stained red.

He puts him on the ground, watching more blood and water pour out of him. The smell of blood is enticing to Durple. He leans down, and starts his feast.

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Mr. Sun created this realm to imagine that everything was ok in the actual world he keeps watch of. He keeps a watchful eye over them to make sure no harm comes to them. For some reason, It feels like the actual sprunki’s that died are here..is he hallucinating or something?

…

“Gar…Garnold…Garnold!!” He feels a hand on his body, and flinches away from it. He opens his eyes and looks up at the faces shaking him awake. Its Clukr and Raddy.

“A-Are you ok? Did it hurt when I touched you?” Garnold nods. “Do you want help getting up?” Clukr hands a paw to Garnold, seeing if he’ll take it. Garnold takes it weakly, getting up with a groan. Once up, he falls onto Clukr, holding onto his shoulders. “Poor thing, we’ll take you to Mr. Sun to get fixed.” Clukr and Raddy go to Mr. Sun to get the golden sprunki fixed.

After some time…

Garnold wakes up and looks around. No ones..really here. And he’s in a bed of some sort, feels like a hospital type of bed. He hears the door open, and in ‘steps’ Mr. Sun.

Garnold instinctively backs away. What happened to Mr. Sun? Did something get him? What happened to his face, his face, usually smiling with joy, was now replaced by a big, unsettling eye.

“Calm down, Garnold, for I am not here to harm you. Just came in to let you know that your operation is complete, and you are free to leave at anytime”

He looks down at himself, wheres his suit? And also how he’d get…’fixed..?’

“Mr. Sun, how’d you do this?”

“I used parts of myself, don’t worry, they’ll come back.”

Garnold nods.

“Wheres my suit?”

“Oh! I took that to the storage room. If you want, I could go get it for you.”

“That’d be nice. Thank you.”

Mr. Sun floats away, going to retrieve his suit.

…

After leaving..whatever that place was, he could finally take a step without being in immense pain. He leaves out into this..new world for the first time. Since he’s out here, what should he do now? Hangout with the other Sprunki’s? But who? I mean..Clukr was always an option. But, maybe he should try hanging out with someone else for a change.

He sees OWAKCX, sitting on a tree. He’s away from the rest of society, which isn’t that weird, he’ll admit. He goes up to him anyway.

“Hi! How are you?”

“S-STAY AWAY.”

OWAKCX backs away, from him, shivering uncontrollably. He looks like he’s on the verge of tears

“Stay away. I-I’m a bad sprunki. Don’t c-come near.”

Before Garnold can even get a word out, OWAKCX scampers away to somewhere else. Well..that was weird. Guess he’ll have to find someone else to hang with.

Garnold gets to walking again, hopefully he’ll find someone else to hang out with. He scouts the area, seeing a familiar pair of Orange antennae. Maybe he’ll hang with Oren today. He goes over to him, nudging him gently.

“..Hello? Oh hey Garnold. Whats up with you?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to you know..hang out with someone.”

“Well, why me then? Don’t you hang with Clukr usually? Are you getting tired of him or something?”

“No, just wanted to hang with someone different is all.”

“Oh, ok. I see I see..”

Silence falls between them. Like a blanket covering the both of them. And you know what? Thats fine. Thats fine with both of them. Sometimes you don’t need to talk to hang with someone.

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Vineria wakes up, and rubs her eyes more than she should..is there a limit to how much you should rub your eyes? Probably not, but rubbing your eyes a lot is kind of weird, and gets people asking questions. She didn’t really want people asking questions.

She goes to her mirror, taking a look at her eyes. Goddamn her eyes have been killing her. She tried some eyedrops, didn’t work. Tried some ibuprofen, it helped a bit. But she ran out some-time ago, and hasn’t been able to get a refill. Her eyes look puffy and red. No matter how many times she rubbed them, they wouldn’t go back to normal white. God she just wanted to rip her eyes out and have no more pain. She opens her eyelids up some more, examining them. Wait. What’s that?

She looks at herself in the mirror more closely, seeing something green coming from her eyes. Is it pus..nah, couldn’t be that. Pus is like..yellow and disgusting. This is green. Maybe it could be whatever’s making her eyes hurt trying to come out? Maybe if she pulls it out the pain will be over quicker? She can’t use her fingers those are too big, so she grabs some tweezers from somewhere around her house, and the pinch the object in her eyes, she adds a pulling force. She screams and wails in agony as she tries to pull the object out, it hurts like hell.

She stops for a second, allowing for herself to breathe and regain composure. She goes back to it after breathing for a moment, applying more force to get this thing out. But this thing is stubborn! It doesn’t wanna leave her. She didn’t wanna do this, for her own sake and not wanting too much pain, but she starts yanking it with the tweezers. Tears flood her vision and come down her face. Its hopeless, she should just give up. She puts the tweezers down, slick with her tears. She should head out for the day, to do what, I dunno. Maybe she’ll find something to do.

Vineria opens the door to her house, stepping out. She checked on the plants before heading out so she’ll be fine. She walks into the central part of Mewzik. She feels a bit tired today, but thats okay.

Will she even find anyone to hangout with today? People have been staying in their houses for a long, long while ever since the killings started. They rarely ever go out of their house, and if they do they have to bring a buddy. Jeez..maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come out here? Maybe she should just stay in the shadows so..whatevers out here won’t find her. Maybe she could hang out with..actually, she doesn’t know. Maybe she’d spend her time watching the sunset or something? Yeah that sounds nice. She sits by a tree, and looks up at the Sky, watching the sun..wait its morning (authors note, i forgor it was morning.) Maybe she could just go back to sleep instead.

Vineria wakes up, rubbing her eyes. She looks up at the Sky, seeing it..a shade of red? Not no pretty shade of red either, like a deep, dark red. The clouds look like storm clouds, and they have eyes. It feels like their all looking at her. Is something wrong with her? Stop looking at her. She tries to get up but..she feels stuck to the tree. She tries to run but somethings pulling her back, not wanting to let go of her. Is she..moulding to the tree?

She runs with all her energy but she’s still stuck to the damn tree. She lays back, deciding the next thing to do is to call for help. She starts screaming bloody murder for help, hoping someone would come to her aid.

She hears footsteps, someones coming!

“Vineria? Vineria!!” The voice gets closer to her. She looks and sees that its Gray.

“Oh god Vinny..what happened to you?” Tears well in his eyes.

“Gray..Gray help me. Do you have something to cut?”

“N-No..but..I can ask around.”

“..Okay, please come back. Don’t leave.”

Gray nods before running off in search for help.

Some time later..she hears footsteps again. Two of them! Is she saved?

“I-..It got worse…Vineria? C-can y-you see us-s?”

Vineria groans in response.

“I- uh..she can respond! S-she can resp-respond! T-thats a..a good thi-thing right? Itmeansshecanhearusright? Right Jevin?”

The blue figure nods. Jevin gets closer to Vineria, axe in hand. It runs its finger across a part of her. “Do you feel that? Shake your head yes or no.” Vineria shakes her head no. Jevin then raises the axe, and starts hacking away at whatevers keeping her stuck to this tree. Suddenly, he hears a blood curdling scream come from the green sprunki. He looks at his axe, some blood on it. Oh fuck, he struck something.

He gives her a few minutes to breathe. He doesn’t wanna…really screw up. He raises his axe once more, carefully picking a spot and asking if she feels it once more, before chopping at it, trying desperately to get her unstuck from this tree.

“Vineria? Vineria c-can you try..moving? Off the tree now?”

Vineria nods, and tries to move her body off the tree. She moves a few inches away from the tree, before laying on the ground, panting. She’s getting more and more tired, the energy feeling like its getting sapped from her body. She feels herself getting shaken roughly. She can make out Gray, she can make out his outline. But she can’t make out exactly what hes saying, hearing only a few words. Her breathing slows down.

…

Gray places a hand on her chest, checking for a beat. Something, anything to show she’s still alive.

He feels nothing. No pulse, no nothing. She’s dead.

His ears droop down, and he looks down at his feet. She’s dead. He drops to the ground and curls in on himself, feeling the tears flow down his cheeks. He rubs them away, only for them to be replaced by more. He feels a hand on his back, rubbing circles on it.

“...Do you..do you wanna be alone right now? Or do you wanna come with..with me?”

“Can we-can we just st-stay out he-heeeere for n-now?”

The blue sprunki makes an ‘mhm’ sound, still rubbing circles on the Gray ones back. He’ll stay out here for as long as he needs.