Eek. Sorry I haven't updated in a while D: But I got a review thing from a anonymous person to update soon. D Yay! So here I am! THIS TIME I PROMISE I'LL PUT THE NEW CHAPTER NEXT FRIDAY. IF I DON'T AND YOU CARE...you can do stuff D:
I let out a huge sigh as I carelessly dropped the plant onto the desk down in the basement. Walking around I studied a few things. So this is where Seymour hangs out sometimes? I thought to myself. Turning to the plant I walked over to it.
"Okay," I started, "What's your problem?" I asked, "Did Seymour abuse you?" I asked. Then giggled a bit. "Yeah right. He prolly took care of you twenty four seven." I said and chuckled. What does this darned plant need? I asked myself. I sat down exasperated. "Bloody plant." I said. Studying it and looking all over it, I noticed some roses by the coffee pot Audrey II was in.
I adored roses. They held a special meaning to me. I picked it up, only to get pricked harshly by a huge thorn. I gasped and dropped it. Holding my finger, I noticed a small trickle of blood sliding down my finger. But I didn't notice that the plant moved happily. Almost as if begging for it. I quickly shook my finger as if to try to flick the pain from my finger. Blood went flying everywhere.
I heard a happy like noise and quickly looked up. The plant was flailing around trying to get to the blood on the table. Panic filled me. Was it supposed to do that!? And why was it? Maybe it was just my imagination. Yeah! That was it!
I shook my head very fast. I closed my eyes as it caused me to be dizzy a bit. "Plant, you better not be moving when I open my eyes again..." I mumbled out. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked at the plant to see it. It was still. I let out a relieved sigh. Then it tilted its fat head at me. I squealed.
"Plant from hell!" I called out and got up and backed up quickly from it. "What do you want!?" I demanded, yet praying it would not answer my freaked out cries. It just ignored me as it stretched its fat head towards the blood spots and wiggling his tiny plant tongue. ...How the plant has a tongue is beyond me.
"Oh god... Blood?" I asked it. Of all things it wanted... BLOOD!?
Sighing I looked at my finger where I was pricked. It was still slightly dripping the tiniest trickle of blood. I grumbled angrily. Damn plant. I thought to myself as I walked up to it to feed it its sick desire. As I closed into it, it wiggled and opened and closed its mouth. I held my finger up to it and it began to suck the blood out.
"What the hell!" I shouted out as it feasted. A minute later, I yanked my hand away. "No more!" I scolded it. For a plant, it looked pretty pathetic. I just glared at it, and stormed upstairs. "What the hell has Seymour gotten himself into NOW!?" I grumbled out as I climbed the old basement stairs.
