Oh, that desert dream again?
Might as well make the best of it.
Walking across the weedy, sandy wasteland, waving to the hole-faced "Locals", how many times have I done this? God it's boring here.
I just walk further and further, taking a random direction. How big is this place, anyway? My mind is bigger than I thought, apparently.
I stroll past the sky-garden entrance, the wiggly towel, and those stabbable plants with eyes. Seen it all before.
But something was different tonight.
I keep hearing music in the distance. Happy, fun music. And laughing. Lots of laughing. A party.
"Huh, sounds kinda fun," I think out loud, following the music.
As it gets louder, I see figures moving in the distance. Familiar ones, although I can't put my finger on how I know them.
I'm here now. A small, secluded area surrounded by a "Gate" of weeds, and...oh, that's how I know them.
The bird-girls.
I honest-to-God hate them. The stuff they did to me way back then. They don't deserve this party.
Get out of my dreams. Go away. You have your own minds to mess around in.
They see me.
"Hiiiii, Madotsuki," their 'leader' exclaims, waving spastically at me, "wanna join our party?"
Does she know how stupid she sounds right now?
The others chime in, I can hear a cacophony of loud, shrill squeals and false proposals of friendship.
I guess I'll have a little fun with them as long as I'm here.
Taking my trusty knife out of my pocket, I hack down the plant in front of me and walk towards them, while they crowd around me, giggling and squeaking like mentally-challenged 2-year-olds.
"D'You want some...onigiri?" one asks, shoving a plate in my face, "You're our guest of honor!" the other muses, clapping me on the back as jovially as she can manage.
I know what they really mean.
All this friendship crap is just a ruse. They want me to do something, anything, so that the next day they can go and giggle about it in their little clique. It's been that way since day one.
And then I remembered the knife in my hand.
The cold steel glints in the sun. Before any of them can get a word in, I slash at their leader, a nice, red mark appearing across her torso.
The others sqeal and try to run, but the conveniently-placed weeds do their job.
"No! Please! I'm sorry!" the short-haired one pleads, "I'll be your best friend for real!"
Bullcrap. I plunge the knife straight through her chest and she makes a delightful, guttural noise. The leader is in her death throes, rapsing nonsense threats at me, "I-I-I'll get you! I'll tell your mom! I'll..."
Dead.
A smile makes its way across my face as I make my way to the last one. She doesn't even try to run away. Good girl.
Another quick stab to the chest, she's twitching in seconds.
I walk back to the first one, cold, dead and pale on the sand. I slice off her gigantic, ugly nose and slit her throat. Let's see you try to guilt-trip me now.
Picking up a rice ball and dipping it in a nearby blood pool and taking a bite, I look back on what I caused and smile even wider. It's over. They're dead.
The deed is done, so I wake myself up.
Walking nonchalantly over to my desk like I just dreamed about rainbows and ponies, I write in my diary one single sentence.
"Hell yes."
