I'm Not a Horror

I do not own Pinocchio or anything of that sort. This story is based off a photo I found online and decided I wanted to try something dark for once. It's short, sweet, and to my point.

Pinocchio, The Blue Fairy

He had wished his puppet to come alive, to replicate the son he never could have. He got on his hands and knees and begged for the wooden puppet for have a heart of his own and to live. The poor old man called upon the wrong fairy for this wish. But I granted his wish…my way.

I swung my wand and the man's eyes got huge for he realized the aged and dead like appearance of the skin. My mouth grinned as I finally turned fully towards him so he could see my full appearance. Half of my body is young with thick blonde hair and youthful skin. My other half though is like an old woman's with thin white hair and wrinkles everywhere. The skin smells rotten and actually might be dead. So one half of me is youthful and strong while the other side is, well, dead.

The man's attention turned as the puppet's hand twitched. He grinned and happy tears began to form in his eyes. Slowly, the puppet began twitching to life. First his fingers moved, then his legs kicked, his neck cracked left to right, and last his eyes blinked open to match the blue of my gown. The little puppet was now alive.

"Oh Pinocchio, you're alive!" The man cried out for joy as he hugged the little boy in his arms. I briefly felt joy for the happy union of father and son. Pinocchio continued to sit there, staring straight at me with a blank look on his face as the elderly man cried on his little wooden shoulders. Gradually I began to smirk. As I did, so did the puppet.

"I have granted your wish Gepetto." Said man turned to me with a huge grin on his face as he wiped the tears from his face. A hand stayed on Pinocchio's shoulder as Gepetto began thanking me over and over again. I raised my youthful hand and shook my head. Gepetto gave me a puzzled look. "Do not thank me Gepetto, for you are the one who created your…son." I gave a wicked smile to him as the sound of cracking could be heard.

He turned and fear gripped his features. Cracks began forming all along Pinocchio's wooden body, one crack going along his whole right face and making the eye fall out. A grin spread like the Cheshire cat's across his face as he finally stopped cracking. Gepetto continued to worry and ask me what was happening.

"Help him!" Gepetto cried out as he stared in horror at his now broken son. Pinocchio looked into his father's eyes with the same smiled still there. Gepetto only stared as the puppet's hand slowly raised and touched his chest. "Well Gepetto," I said, "you did wish for a heart of his own."

The sound of breaking of flesh and blood on hard woods echoed. Gepetto stared at Pinocchio as I began laughing in joy. Pinocchio's hand exited from Gepetto's chest, making more blood fall to the floor. In the puppet's hand was the still dripping heart. Gepetto fell to the ground, dead. Tears began falling from the young Pinocchio's one eye as he started to release a broken and crazy laugh.

"You poor child Pinocchio; losing your father to earn the heart he promised. If only he reworded his wish." Pinocchio continued his laugh as tears began to just gush from the eye, the empty hole on the other side remaining empty and hollow. "My dear, why don't you come with me? I will care for you as we travel the world." The puppet looked up to me, the tears beginning to fade. Only a wet trail stained his young boy's wooden face.

"But please, do something with your heart." He looked to the heart still in his hand. Then he shoved the organ into the empty eye hole. A shallow 'thump' was heard as it landed somewhere within his false body. "Good my young boy. Let us go." And with a flick of my wand, the boy and I vanished, leaving the old man in a puddle of his own blood.