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Squirm.
The toon you love more than anything. The toon you love so strongly, so very intensely, that your mind is filled to the brim with just him. It’s unhealthy. It’s obsession. You are his, completely, and undoubtedly, even if he has no idea. He just needs to be yours, and then you could have your happy ending.
Yet, there was one problem. Several Problems. The other toons want him too. You’re sure that they want to take him from you. He’s yours. He should be yours. The others just fail to understand that. In the end, you have no choice but to get rid of them. Make him be yours.
So here you are, thrusting a knife into Astro’s poor chest. Ichor slowly seeps out of the wound, soaking the now ripped blanket Astro always clings to as if it’s his life force. At least, what he used to cling onto. His breathing eventually comes to a stop, his eyes beginning to look quite lifeless. In fact, he was lifeless now. You just took his life. Usually, you’d feel guilty. Terrified, even. You’d never move on, the image of his corpse forever haunting you, engraved in your mind. However, that’s not the case. You smile instead, licking a few drops of Ichor off your face.
Why should you feel guilty? He was taking all of Squirm’s attention, after all. The attention that should belong to you. You, and you only. The only thing to worry about now was cleanup.
You pick up Astro’s dead body. Ichor that had previously pooled on his chest rolled down the sides of his body, dripping into your hands and the floor. Before continuing any further, you adjust Astro’s blanket, so it could absorb the Ichor in hopes of not making a mess. There can’t be any evidence of what you’ve done.
You head to the warehouse, where you set down the body gently to grab a trash bag. You stuff Astro inside, seal it off, and toss it in the dumpster, making sure it doesn’t look suspicious at all.
Afterwards, you sneakily head to the kitchen to wash your knife and hands. Nobody is inside, so you approach the sink. Going good so far, you think, planning an excuse in case anyone were to walk in. An idea pops into your head, and you make a small cut on your finger. You then start to wash the knife. Your plan was only just in case, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. If Sprout found out you killed Astro, you’d end up just like him. So, you had a fake excuse. You cut your finger on accident while trying to wash dishes, so you were just cleaning your Ichor off the knife. No murdering anyone, nothing like that. You just cut your finger. That’s all.
Lucky enough, you didn’t do that for nothing, and you get to use your excuse. Cosmo comes into the kitchen, and of course, notices that your knife is covered in Ichor.
”Oh my goodness! Are you okay?” Cosmo exclaims, rushing over to your side.
”I’m fine,” you reply. Your excuse is amazing, but your heart still seems to be pounding out of your chest. Maybe it’s just because it’s the first time you’ve killed someone, but that’s just a theory. “I just cut my finger while washing dishes. No biggie.”
”Ah, I see…”
”I’m a-okay though. It doesn’t even hurt, really!”
”Do you want me to make some cookies? I was going to bake anyway, and they might help it heal up.”
”Hmm..” You pause to think about it. Cookies do sound tempting. “Why not? I’d love that.”
Cosmo smiles at you and turns to the cabinet, opening it and grabbing some ingredients. “Sounds good, then. It won’t take too long!”