It's happened! I updated something that shouldn't exist in the first place!
But I just had to finish this for some odd reason. So here it is!
Disclaimer~ I do not own Weiss Kruez! All I own is Santiago! If you want him you can have him though. O.o
Warning~ Violent? I dunno. Kind of disgusting, I advise the extremely weak of stomach to stay away
Spoilers~ Ehh.. O.o
The End of Santiago
It's quiet, too quiet. The horrible cliché popped into Crawford's head as he sat at his desk, staring at the blank screen of the computer. He watched the little cursor blink on and off who knows how many times. On. Off. On. Off. It was really starting to get boring. That's why the gawdaful thought of it being too quiet, especially on Farfarello's birthday, made itself known. And we all know what happens when you notice it's quiet. Things get loud, very fast.
"Santiago! Away!" Yelled the Farf as he flew into the room and hopped onto Crawford's desk, some roundish, limp object dangling from his grip.
"Farfarello. Leave me alone, I'm trying to work." Trying was the keyword in the sentence though, and maybe an invisible barely before it.
"Nonsense Crawly-chan!" It must have been a bad habit picked up from Schuldich. "Look! There's nothing on your computer! You're not working, you're wasting time!" It was a little late but Crawford noticed the insane grin on the maniac Irishman's face. "Did you meet my new pet? His name is Santiago!"
Crawford blanched. First off, pets weren't allowed in the Schwarz headquarters. Second off, pets don't last too long when being owned by Farfarello.
"Now Farfarello, you know tha-"
His chiding was cut short when that round thing was shoved in front of his face. Was that a maggot?
"Farfarello!" He shoved at it, and watched in horror as the rotting object flew across the room, hit the pristine white wall, and slid to his bed with a disgusting "schhluuooop".
"No! Santiago!" Farf jumped from his perch and dove for the bed, scooping up the horrible thing. "Crawly! You hurt Santiago!" He turned his face to the animal that was slowly turning into rotted goo. "It'll be all right baby, Daddy will take care of you."
Crawford backed away slowly as Farfarello passed to leave the room.
Next stop was Nagi's room.
The prodigy sat alone on his bed in his room, pictures of a certain little Weiss kitten spread out over his blankets. Farf bust in and they all were hidden under the mattress with a single mental sweep. "Farfarello! What have I told you about coming in here without knocking?" The youngest of Schwarz crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the madman.
"We all know what you're doing in here anyway, why bother to try and hide the fact you have a crush on Omi." It was amazing but Farfarello actually gave a slight shudder as he said the words and turned the faintest hint of green. Then it passed. "Anyway! I want to show you Santiago!"
Nagi turned a nice shade of red at the mention of his flame but blanched at the mention of the monstrosity which, at the moment, was hidden behind Farf's back. "Who or what is Santiago?" He paled even further. "Don't tell me, it's that thing Schuldich had in that box."
"Yah! He got me him for my birthday!" Farfarello happily thrust the long dead rabid rat in front of Nagi's face. Now Nagi had a rather strong stomach, living with Farfarello in the first place called for it. But with the sight of the rotting animal that probably had a couple maggots already contained inside it along with the horrible stench that emitted from it positively turned the teens' stomach. With a lunge that would have made a track contestant jealous he made a beeline for the bathroom.
Farfarello blinked at the bathroom door for a long moment, then shrugged. He cuddled the carcass as he made his way out of the room. "Come on Santiago! I'll show you my favourite toy!"
He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. After setting the beloved Santiago on the table and rummaging in the cabinets for a bit he let out a triumphant yell of joy. "Found it!" Held up in the light, shining in all its glory, was the famous blender that was subject to many a macabre experiment. Farfarello skipped merrily back to the table and set it down beside Santiago. He plugged it in with unnecessary flare and grinned at the gruesome mess that lay before him, and it hadn't even touched the blender yet.
"Want to go for a ride Santiago? It's fun!" He picked up the horrible lump of flesh. "I'd go with you but I won't fit, and Crawford yells at me when I put my hands in." Farf dropped him in and put a finger over the purée button. "Have fun!" He pressed it down and watched the blender in fascination.
In a short matter of time all that remained was dark grey-green goo that clung to the sides of the blender. Plus, Farf had forgotten to put the lid on so a good amount of the gunk had flown out and landed everywhere, the table, the walls, Farfarello, etc.
Farfarello tapped at the glass, worry painted over his face. "Santiago?" He tapped again then moved up, peering in through the top. "Santiago?" It was then it hit him that his beloved pet had perished, that he was lost to the blender forever. He let out a piercing scream and ran for the steak knives. Drawing one out he ran for the door to go on his way to hurt God for taking another that he had loved.
Crawford was waiting with a straightjacket in his hands and a rather pale looking Nagi at his side.
Schuldich was there too, but in the background, snickering.
There you go! The end! So, are you convinced I'm insane yet? I hope so. Poor Farf though, I'm sorry baby. ::huggle:: So, anyway, please review! I need them to survive!!!
Disclaimer~ I do not own Weiss Kruez! All I own is Santiago! If you want him you can have him though. O.o
Warning~ Violent? I dunno. Kind of disgusting, I advise the extremely weak of stomach to stay away
Spoilers~ Ehh.. O.o
The End of Santiago
It's quiet, too quiet. The horrible cliché popped into Crawford's head as he sat at his desk, staring at the blank screen of the computer. He watched the little cursor blink on and off who knows how many times. On. Off. On. Off. It was really starting to get boring. That's why the gawdaful thought of it being too quiet, especially on Farfarello's birthday, made itself known. And we all know what happens when you notice it's quiet. Things get loud, very fast.
"Santiago! Away!" Yelled the Farf as he flew into the room and hopped onto Crawford's desk, some roundish, limp object dangling from his grip.
"Farfarello. Leave me alone, I'm trying to work." Trying was the keyword in the sentence though, and maybe an invisible barely before it.
"Nonsense Crawly-chan!" It must have been a bad habit picked up from Schuldich. "Look! There's nothing on your computer! You're not working, you're wasting time!" It was a little late but Crawford noticed the insane grin on the maniac Irishman's face. "Did you meet my new pet? His name is Santiago!"
Crawford blanched. First off, pets weren't allowed in the Schwarz headquarters. Second off, pets don't last too long when being owned by Farfarello.
"Now Farfarello, you know tha-"
His chiding was cut short when that round thing was shoved in front of his face. Was that a maggot?
"Farfarello!" He shoved at it, and watched in horror as the rotting object flew across the room, hit the pristine white wall, and slid to his bed with a disgusting "schhluuooop".
"No! Santiago!" Farf jumped from his perch and dove for the bed, scooping up the horrible thing. "Crawly! You hurt Santiago!" He turned his face to the animal that was slowly turning into rotted goo. "It'll be all right baby, Daddy will take care of you."
Crawford backed away slowly as Farfarello passed to leave the room.
Next stop was Nagi's room.
The prodigy sat alone on his bed in his room, pictures of a certain little Weiss kitten spread out over his blankets. Farf bust in and they all were hidden under the mattress with a single mental sweep. "Farfarello! What have I told you about coming in here without knocking?" The youngest of Schwarz crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the madman.
"We all know what you're doing in here anyway, why bother to try and hide the fact you have a crush on Omi." It was amazing but Farfarello actually gave a slight shudder as he said the words and turned the faintest hint of green. Then it passed. "Anyway! I want to show you Santiago!"
Nagi turned a nice shade of red at the mention of his flame but blanched at the mention of the monstrosity which, at the moment, was hidden behind Farf's back. "Who or what is Santiago?" He paled even further. "Don't tell me, it's that thing Schuldich had in that box."
"Yah! He got me him for my birthday!" Farfarello happily thrust the long dead rabid rat in front of Nagi's face. Now Nagi had a rather strong stomach, living with Farfarello in the first place called for it. But with the sight of the rotting animal that probably had a couple maggots already contained inside it along with the horrible stench that emitted from it positively turned the teens' stomach. With a lunge that would have made a track contestant jealous he made a beeline for the bathroom.
Farfarello blinked at the bathroom door for a long moment, then shrugged. He cuddled the carcass as he made his way out of the room. "Come on Santiago! I'll show you my favourite toy!"
He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. After setting the beloved Santiago on the table and rummaging in the cabinets for a bit he let out a triumphant yell of joy. "Found it!" Held up in the light, shining in all its glory, was the famous blender that was subject to many a macabre experiment. Farfarello skipped merrily back to the table and set it down beside Santiago. He plugged it in with unnecessary flare and grinned at the gruesome mess that lay before him, and it hadn't even touched the blender yet.
"Want to go for a ride Santiago? It's fun!" He picked up the horrible lump of flesh. "I'd go with you but I won't fit, and Crawford yells at me when I put my hands in." Farf dropped him in and put a finger over the purée button. "Have fun!" He pressed it down and watched the blender in fascination.
In a short matter of time all that remained was dark grey-green goo that clung to the sides of the blender. Plus, Farf had forgotten to put the lid on so a good amount of the gunk had flown out and landed everywhere, the table, the walls, Farfarello, etc.
Farfarello tapped at the glass, worry painted over his face. "Santiago?" He tapped again then moved up, peering in through the top. "Santiago?" It was then it hit him that his beloved pet had perished, that he was lost to the blender forever. He let out a piercing scream and ran for the steak knives. Drawing one out he ran for the door to go on his way to hurt God for taking another that he had loved.
Crawford was waiting with a straightjacket in his hands and a rather pale looking Nagi at his side.
Schuldich was there too, but in the background, snickering.
There you go! The end! So, are you convinced I'm insane yet? I hope so. Poor Farf though, I'm sorry baby. ::huggle:: So, anyway, please review! I need them to survive!!!