I feel kind of badly for posting an M rated fic in the Hamtaro catergory (hehe, 'gory'). Guess that shows how messed up I am. Anyway! I didn't want to call this a song fic because it's not formatted like any other song fic I've read, but it does have some of the lyrics quoted directly. This story will probably be more enjoyable if you know the song, but it's still understandable if you haven't. However, if some of the lines sound weird, it's probably because it was taken from the song. I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hamtaro or any of it's characters. I also don't own the song Maxwell's Silver Hammer or any other song by the Beatles.
Sandy Joan Tigre was a very quizzical human ham-ham and studied pataphysical science in the morning at the local university. It was currently 6 p.m. and she was sitting all alone in her room examining her test tube for the Science Fair coming up.
Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine at the same university as Sandy, called Sandy just then.
"Bang, Bang, Maxwell's Silver Hammer came down..." a creepy jingle echoed through her room as Sandy looked down at the Caller I.D. on her phone. She smiled softly. Sandy had had a crush on Maxwell for a long time. Maxwell had been acting a bit weirdly lately, but she was still glad to hear from him.
"Hello?" Sandy asked as she picked up her phone.
"Why hello Sandy!" Maxwell's deep voice sounded out of the speaker. "I was wondering if I could take you out to the theater tonight Jo-o-o-oan?" Sandy rolled her eyes while mentally covering her shock at how bluntly he put it. Maxwell always loves to bug her about her middle name because he knows she hates it. Still, she couldn't stop the fluttering that she felt in her stomach.
"S-sure Maxwell." Sandy replied, glad that he couldn't see the flush on her face.
"Great!" Maxwell's voice held a smile. "I'll pick you up at your dorm at 9 then? I hope you don't mind a late movie."
"It's fine Maxwell, I guess I'll see you at 9! Bye!" Sandy hung up and whooped with glee. A date with Maxwell, finally! She had been waiting for him to ask her out for far too long. When did Maxwell get so bold anyway? Sandy looked at the clock and decided to quickly finish her experiment before getting ready.
It was not 8 p.m. and Sandy was picking out what she would wear. But as she's getting ready to go, a knock came on the door. Panicky that it was probably Maxwell and she wasn't ready, Sandy rushed to the door (after tripping over her slightly cold feet). She threw open the door and indeed saw Maxwell. However, there was a weird look on his face, he was dressed slovenly, and he was carrying a silver hammer for some reason...
"Maxwell?..." Sandy started uncertainly. However, that would be the last word she ever said.
BANG BANG
Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head. Sandy's head caved in slightly and blood poured from her hair. Her eyes blurred and she barely saw Maxwell raise the blood-stained hammer again; a maniacal smile on his face.
BANG BANG
Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead. Sandy fell tragically to the floor in front of the man she had liked for so long. Maxwell hadn't cared that they had been friends for years. He only cared about the pleasure it brought him to murder, the lovely sheen of the blood on his hammer. Maxwell laughed a bit, but only a bit for fear that others might hear. His craving for blood now satisfied, Maxwell headed home, intending to actually go and see that movie after he dropped off his precious hammer.
Sandy's discarded body remained in the doorway, the carpet around her deformed head stained red. If she had been alive, she would have wondered why he attacked her. The sad truth was that it was mere coincidence. Sandy had been the first to pick up her phone.