Toothy's Story, after a month or more of wait.
Warning, may scare those of you with weak constitutions.
That means you Joe.
I'm to lazy to make this good, so the Flashbacks are what he's describing (and are in italics)
Enjoy.
Toothy sat trembling with fear, and Flaky knew the feeling. Scabs and bruises covered his body. His injuries were like an echo of her childhood. His tooth was even chipped, and his ear had been chewed off. She sets the pencil tip against the clipboard, ready to write. Toothy, glances around, eyes nervously wobbling. "It's alright, Toothy, we're in the safest room in Happy Tree Town. Nothing on Earth can touch you in here." Toothy leaned back, wincing from the bruises on his back, and leaning forward again.
He breathes in slowly. "Where should I b-begin?" he asks shakily.
Flaky shrugs. "When the beating began I guess." Toothy sniffles.
Toothy walks into the kitchen, clutching a cup of coffee, and groggily rubs his eyes. There on the kitchen table, a note sat. Toothy picked it up, and sat down at the dining room table. He opens the folded note, and reads it;
Happy Birthday Toothy!
Signed,
Cuddles, Splendid, and Giggles
I took a few sips of coffee with a smile on his face. I grabbed the remote, and looks at the TV. There was another note, written in Splendid's magnificent paw-writing. I stand and read it.
Shifty and Lifty stole from an NBC facility housing Kryptonut. I'm going to the pharmacy to refill my perscription.
Flaky interrupts, "If I may ask, what pills?"
"He has pills that help him when he's exposed to Kryptonut. For his vomiting" Toothy coughs.
I watched some TV for a while, until around 9:00 pm, when Splendid came back. He seemed angry, with red eyes, and blood on his hands. He went to the cabinet, flung the door open, and downed atleast three bottles of something, I didn't see the label. He turned to me, and yelled at me. "To the basement!" I stood up slowly, and it wasn't fast enough. He grabbed my tail, and dragged me across the floor. The last thing I saw were the neighbors shutting the blinds, not wanting to see what happened next.
Flaky stopped writing, frozen in her place. Her mind flashes back to that night. She was bound to the bed by barbed wire. Next to her, an angry chicken was pecking her. She screams at the top of her lungs, but the only thing she could see where her neighbors shoveling dirt onto the window, hoping that if the tortured girl is out of sight, she'll be out of mind.
Flaky snaps out of her flashback, and starts writing once again.
Splendid dragged me down the steps, and I chipped my tooth. We were painting the wall behind my bed, and he picked up a paint can and dropped it on my feet to keep me from moving. Then he punched the desk, and it fell on me, and he placed the bed over top of me. He hit that with a chair, and my arms broke.
Toothy stifles through his tears. He then swung me around, and threw me into a window. While I was laying there, He gathered up the glass, and put it in a crate, then shoved me into it. From what I remember, he dropped me into water next. But it was shallow, and I got out. Then I hitchhiked to the hospital.
Flaky puts her pen down, and stands up. "Don't worry Toothy. We'll find Splendid, and bring him his justice. Toothy sighs depressed, and looks down to the side. She exits, leaving Toothy to calm down. She walks into Nutty and Lumpy's office, and shakes her head. "Messy workspace means a messy mind." She quickly straightens up the workspace, and places her notes into the folder labeled '11:27'.
A sudden thud startles her, and she runs back to the interrogation room, only to see Toothy lying in a pool of blood on the floor. Blood was oozing from the 27 or so cuts on his wrist, and two marks, on his palm read: Let lovers be lovers, 11
Wierd, disturbing, and horribly disgusting.
Review, even if you hate my guts.
Even you Joe.
