As you can tell, we really hate Octavian.
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Octavian sighed as he lazily tossed his latest sacrifice into a pile in the corner of the temple. It missed, and hit the floor with a thump. Stuffing spilled out of the pink teddy from a knife wound in its stomach. Limping, it attempted to drag itself to the pile of its mutilated comrades… wait, what? Octavian rubbed his eyes. The pink teddy was lying limp and unmoving in the pile. Huh. Probably just a trick of the light, though Octavian. Either that, or someone slipped something in my grape juice. He grabbed a stuffed lion and carefully made a gash in its midsection with his large knife.
A soft thump.
Octavian turned. One of the sacrifices, a panda, had fallen off of the pile, apparently of its own volition. It sat up, looked around frantically, and hurriedly scrambled back.
Someone had definitely slipped something in Octavian's grape juice.
Dropping the stuffed lion, Octavian slowly crept over to the pile of teddies. Nothing happened.
And then, they attacked. Wave after wave of stuffed toys launched themselves onto Octavian, pinning him to the ground, smothering him. Soft, plush paws tore at his clothing and made deep scratches in his flesh. The pink teddy wrenched Octavian's knife out of his hand, raising it above his head…
Several hours later, Octavian's brutally mutilated body was found amidst a pile of teddy bears.