Jigsaw puzzle
There once lived a happy little couple. A Swedish man named Berwald and his Finnish husband/wife Tino. They had no children, but the two were fine on their own. After Tino's poor husband passed away, Tino was left all alone, never having anyone visit him. As the years passed by, Tino had been finding it hard to entertain himself, so decided that jigsaw puzzles were the best to occupy his time.
That being said, every night at around ten, Tino would get out a jigsaw puzzle and start placing the pieces. After some time though, Tino had been running out of new puzzles to place together. Sighing, the poor boy had decided that he might as well just redo the old ones he had. That is, until one night, when Tino was about to head upstairs to retrieve a puzzle, he heard a small Thud!
He turned and headed towards the door, there, at the mail drop, was a small, brown package. Curious as to whom it was that had placed the package there, the poor Finnish boy picked it up and headed toward his dinning room. He sat himself at his usual place, at the end of the dining room table, having his back to the large window they had there.
Opening the package carefully, Tino was happy to see that someone had sent him a new puzzle to work on. Smiling and thanking who ever it was, the Finnish boy began to place the pieces together.
After a few hours, he was just about to finish the puzzle; he just had one last piece to place down. Smiling and clapping his hands to himself, he looked at the picture, frowning in concern. The picture was of him, sitting at his dining room table and piecing a puzzle together. His back was to the window.
Before he could think, the last thing that Tino ever heard was the glass behind him shattering.
He had never heard the Danish man laughing maniacally, swinging his axe and cutting him up. Smearing blood every where, splattering it on the jigsaw puzzles. "I wonder if you like puzzles now Tino…" the Dane said, laughing again. He bent down and opened the Finnish boy's hands, taking the puzzle piece out of his fist and smiling. "If you had placed this last one, you probably would have lived" he said, chuckling as he held the piece in his blood covered, gloved hand. He smirked and placed the last piece in its slot, before turning and leaving, laughing on his way out.
The last piece was a picture of the bushes beneath the window. It also held the picture of him, hiding and waiting, holding his axe, ready to attack at any moment.
A/N: so? How was this? I dunno… the plot bunnies are just… attacking me from no where man! They just like to attack people man! They do! Anyways I've been thinking… I haven't really killed off Feliciano now have I? I should… ok! I'll do it! Just… give me a minute to think of a good urban legend to base it off bro's…. anyways to all you epic people out there! Please review! I wouldn't mind hearing your opinions! It actually helps me with my writing!
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