"More. More. More! Why can't you wait some more before you die!?"

A lone, young girl, wearing a tight black corset under a red hood was looking down at her feet as she stomped a chunk of meat, smiling upon hearing the sound of bones being crushed. It had been so long since she had heard that lovely sound. Was it a week? A day? Maybe only a few hours... but still, she missed it. She could still remember the joy she had when she took her first life.

The silent smile on her face seemed to disturb even the puppets who tilted their heads before one opened its mouth to speak

"Parrah, Parrah!"

"Noya?"

"It was she?"

"Yes, she was"

"Who are you?" The girl asked, her cute round orange eyes staring intently at the puppets whose strings rose above the sky. She spoke with a smile, and her words filled with happiness; the same happiness a child would have upon being bought a new toy

"Parrah"

"Noya"

"Will you entertain me?" The girl said with a smile, lifting the Warhammer she dragged behind her

"No," Said the male puppet

"No," Said the female puppet

"No?" asked the girl, her mouth forming a pout, "But I already killed grandma, shot the huntsman, and tore up that puny wolf. There's no one left to play with here!"

"Parrah, is this girl really the one?"

"The one with the red hood, one who wants naught but to kill everything around her"

The puppets stared in front of them. Around the girl was red-colored grass, covered with a blanket of bones, innards, and meat. The girl paid no attention to the mess around her, and instead focused more on wiping blood from her hood and shoes.

"Killing is so fun! Don't you like the feeling of warm blood coating your fingers? You don't love the look of nightmares entrails spilling at your feet?"

The two puppets were silent, simply staring at the girl with cold, empty eyes

"Does she speak of humans or monsters?"

"Are they truly any different?"

Hearing the question, the girl approached the puppets slowly as she began to complain

"People die so easily," she whined, "I thought these nightmares might hold out longer, but it looks like I was wrong"

"If you resurrect your author, you can kill lot's more"

"Yes, yes. He can make a world where you can kill until you've had your fill!"

The girl stays silent. Her head is filled with the thought of how to maul her next victims. How she would rip apart those who stood in her way, how she would tear to bits any living thing she saw on her journey. She saw the sky painted the same color a blood-red cup of wine, the sun going down in the sky, making room for the moon to take over. She loved how it looked, much like how she loved the huntsman, the wolf, and her grandmother. The loudest thoughts in her head, however, were those screaming on about how excited she was to find a playmate, one who could entertain her forever

"Is that so?" The girl, Little Red Riding Hood said with a grin, "If I resurrect my author, I can make him create a world where I can kill all I want, including him..."

Akazukin brought her Warhammer back down to the ground, dragging it as she began to walk away in the direction of smoke above the trees. A trail of blood was left behind painting the green grass in a thick, dark red color, smearing entrails on the dirt under her heels

"Noya, will she make it?"

"She will reach the end"

"What of the others?"

"They will follow their own paths"

"All but one"

"Yes, the one who needs guidance"

"The one who is dependant"

"One of us, a puppet bound by strings"