Post by Puppet on Jul 5, 2007 18:47:34 GMT -5
Note: I had to go back and edit in a paragraph break I missed. That's all.
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The bastard. Stole. Bambi. This act alone placed Jacob, who had previously been on Puppet’s mental “Don’t Kill These!” list, at the second highest place on his “Kill These!” list, right next to That Weird Cat Lady.
He couldn’t believe that his big brother had stolen Bambi! Jacob was so nice! Why would he steal Bambi?! Puppet shuddered at the thought of his precious doll, stuffed in that pocket, so alone, so dark. Poor Bambi....
It was too bad there was no cat around, Puppet thought, as he sat on the floor with his legs splayed out in front of him. Disemboweling one of the little critters always did cheer him up when Bambi wasn’t around, although the damn things did need some shutting up before any real fun could begin. He fondly remembered the time he’d torn out a kitty’s stomach and thrown it at the wall. It hadn’t been nearly as bouncy as he’d hoped, but it had produced a wonderful shower of yellowish-brown and red stuff. He still couldn’t understand for the life of him why Jacob–the bloody bastard– had cleaned it all away.
Of course, this thought only made him more depressed, as not only were there no cats around to maim, but even had there been, it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun without Bambi. And that only made him think about Bambi again. Who wasn’t here.
Jacob had stolen him!!
Which was quite possibly the worst thing that had happened since... since... well, since Jacob had taken Bambi the last time. Why did he always do that, anyway? He didn’t even like Bambi! In fact, Donny was beginning to suspect that his brother actually might have hated Bambi, which was altogether unacceptable.
...come to think of it, he never had seen what a human looked like on the inside. Who knew what sort of interesting things he might find! He’d taken apart a dog and a cat before, but they’d been disappointingly similar. Lots of blood, though, and that always made him happy for whatever reason. Such a wonderful color. Nice texture, too. Didn’t taste very good though.
And it did seem to upset Jacob so. But at the moment, Puppet didn’t particularly care about what Jacob wanted, and if he could just find something that would bleed he’d paint the walls with the stuff to pay the bastard back for stealing Bambi.
Speaking of blood, Puppet had gotten an excellent chance to see some, the other day. Jacob had actually let him hit a person! He’d bled really well... until Jacob told him that he’d tear Bambi’s arm off if he didn’t stop!
Puppet would never understand him. First, he could make someone bleed, then he couldn’t. First, he could have Bambi, then Jacob had to take it. Why couldn’t he just make up his mind?! And, come to think of it, why had Jacob stopped him from making the man bleed? Didn’t it make Jacob happy, too?
It made Puppet happy, at least. Blood was so pretty. Even better, when someone was bleeding, they had this funny habit of squirming around and making silly noises! It was hilarious!
So why did Jacob stop him from doing it all the time? It was, barring Bambi, the greatest thing that he’d ever seen! Why did Jacob always have to stop him from doing the things he liked, or having what he liked? He stopped him from making things bleed, he cleaned up all the pretty blood, and worst of all, he stole Bambi!
That bastard! He’d pay, Puppet would make sure of it!
The door creaked open. Jacob was coming home. Now was his chance to strike! To take his revenge on the bastard who kept his Bambi from him! Who kept his blood from him!
“Donny, have you been good?” Jacob asked. He looked around at the room, and when he was satisfied that Donny had been a good little boy, he gently took out Bambi and handed him to his maniac brother. “There you go, Donny. See what happens when you’re good?”
Puppet didn’t reply, but instead snatched his doll back, a huge grin on his face, all thoughts of rebellion banished from his mind. Jacob was so nice! So kind! He gave him his Bambi back! And he’d even said that, next Wednesday, doing something called “wrestling”, he’d get to make someone bleed!
When he was done hugging Bambi to death, he embraced his brother. He only came up to somewhere around Jacob’s chest, but that was okay. He was the little brother, he was supposed to be smaller.
Jacob patted Donny on the head, then went to put the meager supply of groceries he’d bought away.
He had his Bambi back, and he was going to get to make someone bleed.
Life was good.
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The bastard. Stole. Bambi. This act alone placed Jacob, who had previously been on Puppet’s mental “Don’t Kill These!” list, at the second highest place on his “Kill These!” list, right next to That Weird Cat Lady.
He couldn’t believe that his big brother had stolen Bambi! Jacob was so nice! Why would he steal Bambi?! Puppet shuddered at the thought of his precious doll, stuffed in that pocket, so alone, so dark. Poor Bambi....
It was too bad there was no cat around, Puppet thought, as he sat on the floor with his legs splayed out in front of him. Disemboweling one of the little critters always did cheer him up when Bambi wasn’t around, although the damn things did need some shutting up before any real fun could begin. He fondly remembered the time he’d torn out a kitty’s stomach and thrown it at the wall. It hadn’t been nearly as bouncy as he’d hoped, but it had produced a wonderful shower of yellowish-brown and red stuff. He still couldn’t understand for the life of him why Jacob–the bloody bastard– had cleaned it all away.
Of course, this thought only made him more depressed, as not only were there no cats around to maim, but even had there been, it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun without Bambi. And that only made him think about Bambi again. Who wasn’t here.
Jacob had stolen him!!
Which was quite possibly the worst thing that had happened since... since... well, since Jacob had taken Bambi the last time. Why did he always do that, anyway? He didn’t even like Bambi! In fact, Donny was beginning to suspect that his brother actually might have hated Bambi, which was altogether unacceptable.
...come to think of it, he never had seen what a human looked like on the inside. Who knew what sort of interesting things he might find! He’d taken apart a dog and a cat before, but they’d been disappointingly similar. Lots of blood, though, and that always made him happy for whatever reason. Such a wonderful color. Nice texture, too. Didn’t taste very good though.
And it did seem to upset Jacob so. But at the moment, Puppet didn’t particularly care about what Jacob wanted, and if he could just find something that would bleed he’d paint the walls with the stuff to pay the bastard back for stealing Bambi.
Speaking of blood, Puppet had gotten an excellent chance to see some, the other day. Jacob had actually let him hit a person! He’d bled really well... until Jacob told him that he’d tear Bambi’s arm off if he didn’t stop!
Puppet would never understand him. First, he could make someone bleed, then he couldn’t. First, he could have Bambi, then Jacob had to take it. Why couldn’t he just make up his mind?! And, come to think of it, why had Jacob stopped him from making the man bleed? Didn’t it make Jacob happy, too?
It made Puppet happy, at least. Blood was so pretty. Even better, when someone was bleeding, they had this funny habit of squirming around and making silly noises! It was hilarious!
So why did Jacob stop him from doing it all the time? It was, barring Bambi, the greatest thing that he’d ever seen! Why did Jacob always have to stop him from doing the things he liked, or having what he liked? He stopped him from making things bleed, he cleaned up all the pretty blood, and worst of all, he stole Bambi!
That bastard! He’d pay, Puppet would make sure of it!
The door creaked open. Jacob was coming home. Now was his chance to strike! To take his revenge on the bastard who kept his Bambi from him! Who kept his blood from him!
“Donny, have you been good?” Jacob asked. He looked around at the room, and when he was satisfied that Donny had been a good little boy, he gently took out Bambi and handed him to his maniac brother. “There you go, Donny. See what happens when you’re good?”
Puppet didn’t reply, but instead snatched his doll back, a huge grin on his face, all thoughts of rebellion banished from his mind. Jacob was so nice! So kind! He gave him his Bambi back! And he’d even said that, next Wednesday, doing something called “wrestling”, he’d get to make someone bleed!
When he was done hugging Bambi to death, he embraced his brother. He only came up to somewhere around Jacob’s chest, but that was okay. He was the little brother, he was supposed to be smaller.
Jacob patted Donny on the head, then went to put the meager supply of groceries he’d bought away.
He had his Bambi back, and he was going to get to make someone bleed.
Life was good.