Don't you hate it when someone who has alot of stories to take care of makes ANOTHER story? Yea, me to... That's why I'm doing it to! *shot*
Bunny- *cocks shotgun*
Flora- Er...
Looks, I made this because, well, writing about murdering is somewhat of my thing. Mystery and shizzlez. Anyways... Let's do this!
"Don't this seem a bit silly?"
"C'mon! It ain't like it hurtin' anyone!"
"It's hurtin' the friends and families of these people!"
"Stop bein' chicken! Stop trippin 'nd buggin' and help me out here will ya?!"
"Don't ya call me chicken, trick!"
"Well, you're a big one. How the hell do ya expect me to do that?"
"Shut it, ya bastard!"
"..."
Sighing, the boy opened the window to the apartment and opened the phone book in hand. "A... Giggles Arnold .. Perfect." The boy muttered, the girl tossed the chainsaw to him, the boy yanked on the chain and quickly brought it down to Giggles' head. Snapping her eyes open, Giggles let out a high pitch scream, only to be silenced by the raging sound of the chainsaw that now dug itself deeper and deeper into the girls' head, brain matter and bloody splattering all over the white satin sheets and pink colored walls. The loud noise stopped, and the splattering stopped. The boy withdrew the chainsaw from her head and tossed it aside. The two quickly climbed out of the window and walked away from the scene, leaving a playing card right next to her remains and a small red gem wedged between the remaining part of her brain that wasn't torn into a million pieces of oozy greyish-pink matter. The night seemed peaceful after that. All was calm until dawn, three days later.
Police cars lined the streets in front of Giggles house. Her mother tried to break free from the police officers' grip as she attempted to see the remains of her secretive yet innocent daughter. "My baby! Let me see my poor little Giggles! Please!" She cried, ignoring the pain to her arms caused by the strong grip of the police officers. "Mam, we can't let you do that, it is a crime scene and there is evidence being looked for to find your daughter's murderer. Justice will be served, believe us." The police man assured her, the distraught mother whimpered, her mind breaking down at the thought of her daughter dead. The town known as Happy Tree Town was know for people dying and coming back to life, but, this time, she didn't. Three bloody days had passed, the body was still sitting on the blood stained bed. Something was up. She knew, they all knew. It only took hours for a body to regenerate. It never happened. Who could've caused this? What could've caused this? The whole situation was putting the town in a state of panic. A murderer was on the loose, and it looks like they have something to say. The letter 'A' was imprinted on a playing card. The playing card was the queen of hearts. Typical for a perfect little girl like Giggles. Lively and sweet, yet secretive and a bit... loose. Not that much at least.
Over the next few days, the town was buzzing, the situation was haywire, as was the town, with it's demands of being protected more. That wasn't possible, as there were very little police officers. The only evidence was the playing card, other than that, no DNA other than Giggles was found at the crime scene, the murderer was sly, obviously he or she had knowledge of how to handle these situations, like they've done it before. As night fell, fear rose in the residents of Tree Town...
Was this going to continue?
Who's the culprit here?
Why was he or she doing this?
More importantly...
Were they next...?
AND BREAK! Ya like it? Huh? Huh?!
Flora- Shut up and just give the form... Trick.
Fine... Here you go ^_^'''
Name- (please include last name. Very crucial to the story!)
Age-
Appearance- (half human, half animal [FURRIES!])
Personality-
Bio- (possibly important? I'm still thinking that out. Best to give it just in case...)
Relationship- (friends, enemies, relatives, crushes, lovers, someone they cared about from the past, etc.)
Reaction to death of someone they care deeply for?- (somewhat needed, somewhat optional)
Job- (if they don't have one, give them one! We need a couple of police officers and detectives...)(Somewhat needed and optional, blah blah)
Other-
HURR SO SEND IN OC'S IF YOU DECIDE TO! PLEASE! PRETTY PLEASE? OH YEA! If you send in an Oc through review and not PM, I WILL GUT YOU ALIVE WITH A SPOON AND SLOWLY COOK YOUR INSIDES, USING YOU LIKE A POT TO MAKE SOUP OUT OF YOUR ORGANS. Or just kill you. Kay? KAY! BYEEEE! YOU CAN ALSO DELETE WHAT'S IN THE PARENTHESIS!
Speedy- *facepalm*
CHEERS!