TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
FOURTEENTH CONFESSION: Dr. Frankenstein
Wolfwood entered Legato's room silently, wishing with all his might that Midvalley had chose a less frightening place to hide. Any man in his right mind would rather be anywhere but here, and again Nicholas asked himself just what exactly he was doing in the horrific room. The walls were covered in light-pink teddy bear wall paper, but someone had, apparently, taken a black sharpie marker and turned all the cute little teddy bear eyes into large X's. The blood-stained shag carpeting was a little less that comforting as well.
"Midvalley!!" Wolfwood called, smirking evilly as he did so, " I know you're in here. Hopperd ratted your ass out so you can just come out!"
A heavy sigh was heard from under the bed and soon Midvalley, the Hornfreak was visible.
"What. is that?!" Wolfwood asked disgustedly, staring at the various colors of material and stuffing covering the poor jazz musician.
"Oh," Midvalley said, looking down at himself, "Some of Legato's old plushies were stuffed under there. Apparently, he was quite the doctor Frankenstein when he was younger." Midvalley answered, pulling some sort of child's toy out of his pocket.
The. thing had the body and a leg of a teddy bear, a leg of a Barbie, a monkey's tail, the head of a bunny rabbit, and a pair of fins of some sort for arms. The shabby stitching job was starting to wear over the years since it had been completed and stuffing was beginning to protrude from various holes in the poor, poor creature.
"My Lord." Wolfwood muttered, absolutely horrified at the sight before him.
"I know." Midvalley sighed, throwing the creature behind him in any random direction, "Do I get a last request?"
". I guess." Wolfwood answered, setting the knife he had taken with him from the kitchen back down.
"Oh, okay." Midvalley chirped happily, "I want to confess before I die so I can get into heaven and all that jazz."
Wolfwood waited patiently for Midvalley to continue. He didn't.
"So. confess."
"Don't I get to use that little-church-box-hat-thing?" Midvalley asked, pouting.
In his fit of rage the traveling priest hadn't thought to bring the portable confessional. Although, he should've expected it with the way things had been going lately, "I didn't bring it."
"So, you were going to murder someone without letting them confess first?" Midvalley asked, appearing to be utterly shocked, "I don't think God would approve of that. What kind of churchman are you anyway?"
"Oh, get on with it!" Wolfwood hissed, his already low patience beginning to diminish.
". anyway," Midvalley began, "I've been hiding in there for a day now, and the things I've seen have been absolutely. terrible." He paused here to shudder violently, "Like the other day, Legato came in here with Knives, and, oh God! The noises!"
Wolfwood covered his ears at this point and proceeded to sing, "I'm not listening! La la la la la!"
And with that Wolfwood ran from the room before whatever small bit of sanity he had left could be shattered.
Midvalley smirked. Sure, Zazie was good, but Midvalley was better.
FOURTEENTH CONFESSION: Dr. Frankenstein
Wolfwood entered Legato's room silently, wishing with all his might that Midvalley had chose a less frightening place to hide. Any man in his right mind would rather be anywhere but here, and again Nicholas asked himself just what exactly he was doing in the horrific room. The walls were covered in light-pink teddy bear wall paper, but someone had, apparently, taken a black sharpie marker and turned all the cute little teddy bear eyes into large X's. The blood-stained shag carpeting was a little less that comforting as well.
"Midvalley!!" Wolfwood called, smirking evilly as he did so, " I know you're in here. Hopperd ratted your ass out so you can just come out!"
A heavy sigh was heard from under the bed and soon Midvalley, the Hornfreak was visible.
"What. is that?!" Wolfwood asked disgustedly, staring at the various colors of material and stuffing covering the poor jazz musician.
"Oh," Midvalley said, looking down at himself, "Some of Legato's old plushies were stuffed under there. Apparently, he was quite the doctor Frankenstein when he was younger." Midvalley answered, pulling some sort of child's toy out of his pocket.
The. thing had the body and a leg of a teddy bear, a leg of a Barbie, a monkey's tail, the head of a bunny rabbit, and a pair of fins of some sort for arms. The shabby stitching job was starting to wear over the years since it had been completed and stuffing was beginning to protrude from various holes in the poor, poor creature.
"My Lord." Wolfwood muttered, absolutely horrified at the sight before him.
"I know." Midvalley sighed, throwing the creature behind him in any random direction, "Do I get a last request?"
". I guess." Wolfwood answered, setting the knife he had taken with him from the kitchen back down.
"Oh, okay." Midvalley chirped happily, "I want to confess before I die so I can get into heaven and all that jazz."
Wolfwood waited patiently for Midvalley to continue. He didn't.
"So. confess."
"Don't I get to use that little-church-box-hat-thing?" Midvalley asked, pouting.
In his fit of rage the traveling priest hadn't thought to bring the portable confessional. Although, he should've expected it with the way things had been going lately, "I didn't bring it."
"So, you were going to murder someone without letting them confess first?" Midvalley asked, appearing to be utterly shocked, "I don't think God would approve of that. What kind of churchman are you anyway?"
"Oh, get on with it!" Wolfwood hissed, his already low patience beginning to diminish.
". anyway," Midvalley began, "I've been hiding in there for a day now, and the things I've seen have been absolutely. terrible." He paused here to shudder violently, "Like the other day, Legato came in here with Knives, and, oh God! The noises!"
Wolfwood covered his ears at this point and proceeded to sing, "I'm not listening! La la la la la!"
And with that Wolfwood ran from the room before whatever small bit of sanity he had left could be shattered.
Midvalley smirked. Sure, Zazie was good, but Midvalley was better.