What's a proper birthday without something to do whatever you'd like with? And here it is. One very lost, and rather confused Shinigami, simply wandering about aimlessly. He's not in familiar territory, and it's quite dangerous to walk about the unknown all by yourself. Poor fella~
what a fool. he was wandering around so innocently … it almost made a bit of sympathy well up in the rotten, black heart that belonged to the child. almost. it didn’t take long for his immeasurable hate for everything & everyone to swallow it up, taking the forefront of his emotions.
oh, what he could do to this unfortunate man … the thoughts were so delightful that he almost couldn’t restrain the giggle that threatened to spill from him. no, this was something he was going to have to be careful with. he didn’t want to alert this man of his presence just yet.
the faint scraping of cold, stained metal tucked against already marred arms reminded him of his task–wound tightly up his arms by used bandages & tucked away beneath long sleeves. no one ever suspected a child. what child would thrive on carrying barbed wire, among other things, in the bag that bounced along his hip? what child would hide razor blades up their sleeves to ensure that someone harmed them with the slightest bump into?
THIS CHILD.
impatience took over. this target was just too easy for him to go slow with. small feet hurriedly carried him over to the other, slamming their bodies together. pain ripped through his body as blades tore through pale, scarred skin and dug into muscle–blood soaking through already stained bandages. it hurt, oh, it hurt. q was accustomed to the pain, so the only ‘ ow ‘ that would come out would be from the man he had rammed into. the bruise-like blemish quickly developed on his new toy, signaling the curse had been successfully administered.
` KEKEKE. `
that wretched doll in his grip was the one laughing; that horrible grin stitched on it’s face splitting into a horrendous laugh. a thing that shouldn’t move quickly began to, filling the air with bone-chilling laughter as spindly digits moved. they dug into fabric–suddenly yanking & ripping apart the head of the cursed doll.
THAT’S WHEN THE REAL HORROR BEGAN.
` Let’s see how fast you BREAK, oniichan~! ☆ `
