{A/N} All characters in this fic are gijinkas, I do not own Pokemon. This fic is a different genre than I usually write. I usually (try to) write humor rather than other genres but I… ah… have a reason why I am writing this.

Two people, a man and woman Growlithe, were walking together, chatting. As they walked through the forest, they were unaware of the person watching them from atop a tree branch. The person was wearing a plain black shirt with a black hoodie. He also wore faded black jeans and a pair of highly polished, black combat boots. Additionally he has a relatively small leather pouch strapped to the left side of his waist

"Oh-ho-ho! What do we have here? A cute couple, shame their relationship won't last too long" The figure, an 25-year-old Zoroark named Tom, said quietly to himself, his long red hair flowing in the gentle breeze.

Tom dropped out of the tree and casually walked up to the two.

"Hello! I was wondering if you have the time"

"Oh, hello" The man, Maroon, answered as he turned to look at Tom.

"Who might you be?" The woman, Star, asked.

"Who might I be?" Tom asked, tilting his head

"Yes, what is your nam-" She was interrupted when Tom suddenly punched her and threw her to the ground. Immediately, Maroon assumed a combat stance. He was then kicked into a tree trunk by Tom. Tom then look around quickly then pulled out a folding combat knife with a serrated blade. He used the hilt to hit Star's head and knock her into unconsciousness.

"What the-" Maroon began as he stood up before being silenced by another hard kick into the tree.

"Oh, today is kinda hot. I'm a tad bit thirsty. Are you?" Tom asked him

"Thirsty?" Maroon groaned as he propped himself up against the tree

"Yes, thirsty" Tom's casual smile turned into a psychotic grin, "I'm just a tad bit thirsty, but don't mind me, I'll help myself"

Tom then walked over the Growlithe slowly, brandishing his knife, his grin widening with every step.

"You won't get away with this, I've got people. You will die" Maroon growled lowly

"Oh? I don't think they'll be finding me anytime soon. And I don't think they'll ever find you ever again. Think, think in your final moments! What is your situation right now?"

"I'm going to be kidnapped, but they'll find me, my people will-"

"No no no! You're not going to be kidnapped! Why do you think I have this knife? I'm thirsty for blood! Haven't killed in a while now!" Tom burst out

"You're gonna kill me?" Maroon asked, shocked

"Yes! Yes, you're going to be killed. I swear, people these days are getting stupider each day"

"Please don't kill me, sir! You want money? I got money! I can get you anything! I've got people!"

"Oh? It's 'sir' now? Aaaaand no thanks. I can find money by myself easily. I just need you and your wife to satisfy my bloodlust, hehehe"

"Well, I know you need- Aaaaagghh!" Maroon screamed. Tom had interrupted him by pulling out four kunai. He stabbed two into Maroon's hands, pinning them before plunging the other two into his legs.

"Oops, I 'accidentally' stabbed you! So sorry!" Tom's grin got even wider, "Gotta love those kunai, useful in so many situations. Glad I brought them"

He then slowly trailed his folding knife in circles on Maroon's belly as while the Growlithe whimpered

"Let's see…" Tom leaned in close to the Growlithe's face and whispered in his left ear, "I think I'll start with your arm first. You know, you do look really cute like this"

Tom then used the knife to slowly dig into Maroon's left arm, causing blood to ooze out. He then dug his knife around the small wound, widening it, while ignoring the screams elicited. Finally, he stopped and pulled out the blade. He used a finger and dipped it into the wound before bringing it to his mouth and sucking the finger of the blood.

"Mmm… Oh my, such sweet blood! I'm going to make one hell of a feast out of you, sweetie"

"You're insane" He growled

"Funny you should say that. 'Insane' doesn't even scratch the surface. But that does bring back memories. My mother told me that… just before I gouged her eyes out with a butter knife and stuck said knife into her neck. You know how hard it was to do that? Butter knives aren't all that sharp, are they?" Tom answered before laughing

"The police will find you. Justice will be served"

"The police? Psh, oh please, them? They're so incompetent they wouldn't be able to find a cat in a kennel of dogs. But enough talking, you're not a very fun guy to talk to. Let's see if your wife is a better conversationalist"

Tom retrieved his kunai and stood up before rummaging through his pouch before pulling out a single throwing knife and grinning at the man on the ground. He walked away a few paces before facing the man again

"I can't be complete without throwing knives, can I? These are also useful and I, fortunately, have almost perfect aim with them! Lights out, Mister Maroon" He chirped. He then threw the knife, which hit the Growlithe straight in the forehead.

"Phew! That was fun! I see Star hasn't woken up yet" He wiped a bead of sweat off his brow before walking over to retrieve the throwing knife. Tom stored everything back into the pouch except his folding knife.

"Would've gotten guns but they're a hassle and loud" He muttered to himself.

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Star groaned quietly as she woke up, her head was pounding. She slowly sat up and saw a Zoroark dragging a body of a grown Growlithe towards a pile of wood,

"Maroon!" She screamed. Maroon didn't respond, as he was dead, but Tom turned to face her with a smile

"I see you are awake, Miss Star. Do be patient, I'll be right with you" He said as he dragged the corpse onto the pile of wood and let go. He then walked towards the woman and gave his trademark psychotic grin

"I'll tell you what. Since you're such a cutie, I'll make it quick. Okay?"

"Go die in hell" She hissed

"Oh dear, you are insulting. That's not very good etiquette, is it, dearie?"

"You will rot in jail, the police will find you"

Tom suddenly grabbed her hair and positioned his face right next to her ear, where he whispered,

"You have no idea how many people have said that. Why can't people say something different for once? Its police this, police that, you want money I got money. It's all the same, nobody says anything different! And that's boring if it's the same" He then held his favoured knife at her throat, "Oh, and my name? Call me Tom the reaper. Lights out, Miss Star" He then lacerated her throat and stood up.

"Ah, such a sweet sound" He commented as Star released a gurgling noise and fell forwards. After about a minute, Tom dragged her and placed her on top of Maroon's corpse. He stepped back and pulled out a lighter from his pouch. This lighter has been tweaked slightly by him so that it produces a two-inch blue flame, not the normal barely-an-inch, pathetic, orange flame. He clicked it and out came a roaring blue flame, which he used to set the wood underneath the corpses on fire.

"Instant bonfire, great for parties" he mumbled to himself before leaving the scene, chuckling to himself and pocketing his tools.