May 17, 2013
And when she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad she was homicidal! Hatchet, check! Scalpel, check! Rusty steel syringe... Check! It's time for war, It's time for blood, It's time for... tea! { chimamire-scissors }
❦ — The little child was playing in the park when another child had taken him off the swing by force of a push. The psychosis inside of him had him drag the other child off behind the monkey bars and bash his head in without a noise. Skipping away happily; he bumped into someone, looking up. "Hello~!"