Farfarello Redecorates
The room was quiet. Too quiet. He shifted his eyes around the room dully hoping to find something sharp or at least some chemicals near. Unfortunately, none of these objects seemed to be in sight. Pouting slightly he raised the sharp blade to eyes level, and slowly poked his tongue out, dragging it gently against the edge piercing the skin efficiently. He brought his tongue back in, savoring the warm, salty taste as the blood flowed gently out of the cut.
He gazed slowly around the room and frowned slightly. The room. That was the problem! The colour was so... so... dull. And the furniture was even more so. He should redecorate it; yes that's what he would do. Jumping up in glee he clapped his hands and smiled maliciously.
Farfarello put his hands on his hips and surveyed the room with blatant interest. His one eye sparkled with excitement and hunger for his new project. He then frowned deeply once again. He didn't have anything to re-decorate with. Then an evil grin lit his scared features. He'd go out for supplies.
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A few hours later Farfarello was back to the room, which was now smeared with a chunky red... and other... things. He stood back gazing at his... masterpiece and frowned slightly smearing the sticky red substance on his chin in thought. His face lit up with comprehension and he grabbed the holder of the red substance he had been using and squeezed the last bit of red out wiping the opening of the packing roughly against the wall.
He frowned, again, when no more crimson came from it's empty shell, then shrugged not bothered as he discarded the empty one with the others he had used up quite quickly. He grabbed a fresh one, tilted his head slightly as he noticed this one was a bit different from the others but he shrugged once more as he noticed it was the last he had.
He cracked the top off and aimed the red liquid type substance to the last white part of the now reddish black room. He squeezed every last bit of the contents in the last container out before stepping back to view his finished work. He grinned happily at his accomplishment, nodding to himself contently.
Something caught his ear as the doorknob started turning. Schu voice called out to him as the German started into the room, "Farf, what is taking you so- ARGH!" Schu's eyes widened as he looked around the room. He turned pale. Then red. Then green.
The room was painted crimson red, the exact colour of blood. The reason for that was because it obviously was, as there was bits of inner organs smeared along with the sticky maroonish substance. On the now crimson wall, were patched of black, brown, and some white fur sticking along with the entrails. The cause of this was clear, as Schudich saw a pile of broken, mangled bodies of puppies and kittens of all colours, discarded on a pile in the far corner.
The horrified telepath looked away from his surroundings to the psycho standing in the middle of the dripping room. All the delighted Irish man did was lift the corpse of the dead, tortured baby, lick a smudge of dried blood from his chin and announce in a delighted tone, "Re-decorating hurts God."