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Wenda looks down at a pile of postcards that Wilma had given to Waldo, she looks down at them with a slight grimace, and a small feeling of jealousy. She picks the first one she looked at and she starts to read it:
"Well, Wally, we're together now, you and me...and Woof."
After she read that she put it down. She and Wilma had gone to Waldo's house for the day so Waldo could meet Wenda. (honestly idk if I'm talking about the book or the 1991 cartoon now...Man I just need a setting.) She was now just standing there awkwardly because she didn't know what to say or do and if she did know what to say she would talk about how much she liked to take photos from her camera to the point that they would probably think she had an obsession with it. As she stood there silently she got a tap on her shoulder, it was Wilma. "Hey sis are you okay?" she asked, she was kinda concerned but she wasn't really worried. "Yeah, I think I'm pretty fine..." she says, she sounds kinda distracted but not to notice it. "Okay," Wilma pauses, "I guess we should get going I'm pretty sure." Wenda nods, going to the door of Waldo's House. As she glances at the side, she sees Wilma and Waldo say their goodbyes, she rolls her eyes and then goes out of the door, without saying goodbye to her sister.
As she walks back to her apartment she thinks about all the bullshit that couples do when they are dating like that god-forsaken pda. She finds it annoying but she also doesn't like the thought of her sister being with someone, it's annoying , and it just makes her feel left out a lot. She finally gets back to her apartment and relentlessly tumbles down on the couch. She was exhausted and she just wanted to forget about it all. As she was sitting there probably rolling in her own self pity on the couch, she thought; maybe she could be gone... Maybe...she could be out of her misery. She quickly sat up from the couch to the point that it was kinda overwhelming to her and then she then smiles at the thought of it, thinking she made a genius idea (even though, murder is an absolutely heinous act). So as to that, she got a random piece of notebook paper out and then started to write down a rough draft of whatever plan she had brewing in that mind of hers (at least she is not like Trump). She started to write it out and it included these words:
(Rough draft)
This is the concept of getting rid of my sister, Wilma. I have the steps written down so I can remember them (cause I don't trust myself)...it might change because this is a rough draft ...but... it might not change, you can never know..
Plan:
- Try something to get her knocked out, like some kind of Anesthetic liquid... or just beat her down.
- drag her body to a secluded place in my apartment.
- lock ALL the doors... (even to the window)
- harm with all you have...
- dispose of her corpse.
She had to deal with not having much to use for her plan, she only had a few things: a camera, a shovel, Amphetamines, and some Anesthetic liquid that she got illegally from the hospital. (it was not just the normal one that had to do with reliving oral pain and all that other stuff.) She was now just sitting there staring at the paper thinking of what would happen if she got caught, would she go to jail (obviously), would she go to the mental asylum if she was considered mentally ill, or would she get the death penalty...? But that was just a thing that only time and the future knows...
To be continued..
(also a sign that this is not done.)