PandaFlower: once again, WE ARE BORED.
HirokoHana: you could say that again—NOT REALLY! Please, don't do this to me today.
PandaFlower: this is what Hiro-chan and I come up with in the middle night when we can't sleep. Right Hiro-chan?
HirokoHana: yep—wait, what? Did you just go there? You did not just go there!
PandaFlower: HIIIIIIIRRRRRROOOOO-CHAAAAAANNNN!
HirokoHana: tis disclaimed. PENGWOLF! SPORK ARMY! AWAY!
PandaFlower: LIKEWISE!
The Dora Diaries
Dora stepped out of the doors of rehab and breathed in the fresh air of freedom. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, ignoring her body's needs and climbed into the vehicle waiting for her.
"Hola, mommy," she greeted, her brown eyes flashing with fake joy that just barely hid the malicious intent underneath. Her mother shuddered and smiled at her through the rearview mirror. "Are we going home now?" Dora asked sweetly, her voice was covered in a façade of cuteness, but it was ALL LIES!
Her mother shifted gears and they pulled out. Dora sneered as she watched rehab slowly disappear behind her, a new beginning this was, a new beginning to end.
To end everything.
They drove for a long time until Dora saw the familiar buildings of her neighborhood, she smiled and looked at her nervous mother in the front seat; she shook excitedly in her booster seat. "I'm home!" she said then gripped her arm and held back a growl of need.
She swallowed thickly and then regained her act. Her mother pulled into the driveway and turned off the car, she looked at Dora through the rearview mirror. Dora didn't understand why her mother wouldn't look at her directly and it gave Dora this odd tug in her gut, a tug that needed to be fed.
"Now Dora, it's been six months since you were taken away, do you think you can behave?"
"Of course, mommy!" Dora squealed and the high pitch in her voice made her mother cringe.
The two got out of the car and approached the house; it looked just as it was when they took her away, those creepy perverts.
They're at the door now and walking over the threshold and the lights clicked on, there was screaming and staring and gawking mouths, then Dora took a moment too long to realize that this was a… a welcome home party… but she noticed to late, now all she saw was the shock, the fear on everyone's faces as they stared at her, at the blood on her hands, the knife in her mother's leg.
Everyone screamed; a shrill, deafening shriek. Her mother collapsed to the ground and everyone ran. Dora smiled, the tug in her gut got stronger, it was fed… but the hunger has grown larger now, she wanted more… more blood.
Dora pulled the knife out of her mother's leg and she cried out in pain, tears streamed down her cheeks and she begged as Dora examined the blood that glistened in the artificial light. She looked at it closer then suddenly plunged it into her mother's breast bone.
Blood sprayed from the woman's mouth and onto Dora's face and clothes. Dora giggled—cackled actually, as she stabbed her mother over and over and over again. The hunger was fed but it just kept growing, how she wanted more, this was better than any drug, the blood was addicting. When the body stopped twitching Dora ceased her grisly work.
When she remembered everyone else she stopped and slowly stood, knife in hand, crazed look in her glazed eyes, she turned and her lips curled up in a thin smile. "Boots~ you want to play~?" she cooed but the monkey did not appear, "hide 'n go seek then? Okay… I'm it!" she snarled and strode through the house, checking through room after room.
The monkey hid under her parents' bed, quivering madly, trying to force his shaky, heavy breath to remain quiet and subtle, oh, how he failed. He didn't see the knife until the entire blade was buried in his left eye.
The monkey screamed viscerally and Dora grabbed the monkey's leg and pulled the flailing and shrieking boy out from under the bed. She yanked the knife out at an angle, tearing flesh and the left side of his face open. The monkey continued to scream.
Dora pinned the wriggling boy down and whispered in his ear, "now you're it," before driving the knife under his chin and dragging it down his neck and chest to leave it buried in his abdomen. She removed herself from the limp creature and her murderous grin grew larger as she gripped the spot in her stomach where the tug went on endlessly.
She turned away from the scene and out into the hallway where she saw someone run in the other direction. She followed the person outside to the backyard. It was daddy.
He held a rake in his hands and sweated nervously, Dora sniffed the air, smelling his sweet fear. "Now, baby, there's no need for this, please, stop, Dora, sweetheart—"
"Quiet daddy, we're playing the quiet game now, now be silenced!" Dora jumped forward and her father staggered back in surprise hitting a button on the wood chipper that activated the loud machine. The man back away from the machine and Dora snatched the rake away from him and smacked him in the back, sending him headfirst into the mouth of the wood chipper.
A shrill scream sounded as his head was ground into millions of pieces. Dora stood in the shower of blood, dancing under the crimson rain, giggling.
Once the rain of beautiful crimson ceased she huffed and looked around, spying Diego peering around the corner of the house, he ducked away when he saw she was watching him. Dora yanked an axe out of a log and weighed it in her hand before she gripped it hard enough for her knuckles to turn white and stomped towards Diego's hiding place.
She leaped around the corner, seeing him dashing away and shouted, "go, Diego, go!" and sprinted after him. She chased him to the other side of the house, teasingly close. He stumbled and tripped, trying to get away as fast as he could and then he turned another corner to the front of the house.
Diego stumbled up the steps and onto the porch when he turned around, backing up as she closed in, Dora raised the axe up and started singing in a haunting manner, "I'm the axe, I'm the axe, I'm the axe, I'm the axe, I'm the axe, I'm the axe, I'm the axe!" she snarled and Diego had tripped over her mother's corpse and was staring up at Dora in beautiful fear.
She brought the axe down on his leg snapping the bone downwards, tangling it the muscle, his scream was like music to Dora's ears. She lifted axe again and brought it down on his hip and twisting it, taking a chunk of flesh off, only connected to the body by the thin fibers muscle. It was like a pretty painting.
She brought the axe down again on his spleen, snapping his ribs like so many little twigs, tearing open his chest cavity and separating veins, the spray was like a water fountain, staining the area around him red.
Blood spewed out his mouth and mixed with his screams, causing a melody of gargling and shrieks. She saw the wonderful look in his eye and brought the axe down for the last time, right into his collar bone. He gargled for a long time until his eyes rolled back and his head fell sideway, he now lay limp.
Dora left the axe in her cousin and walked over him and her mother's corpse and into the house, snatching a pair of scissors on her way to her bedroom where two panicky friends hung on the door hook, Backpack and Map.
They saw her and simultaneously screamed, trying to squirm away but their lack of appendages kept them as sitting ducks. She pulled Map from Backpack's pocket, tearing the paper and he screamed a little louder and longer.
She opened Map and took the scissors to him, he screamed endlessly like many and when she held him to see the snowflake she made, she frowned; displeased with her work. She took a lighter out of her pocket and lit the screaming piece of paper ablaze. She let the little black fibers flitter down to the ground where they left black smudges.
She turned to Backpack and drove the scissors into his eyes then took him off the hook and onto her back, "let's go Backpack!" she squealed and trotted out of the house, "to the forest!"
Backpack's shrill screams had turned into whimpers once they got to the forest. Dora reached into the pained Backpack and pulled out a chainsaw, yanking the cord and it roared to life, singing its deadly promise of bloodshed.
"Benny!" she sang as she trotted to his barn where the bull frantically tried to open the doors, but Dora was faster than he thought and she sawed his leg off and he collapsed in tears and his own urine. "Dora, p-p-pl-lease!" he begged and she smiled happily, sawing into his belly, his guts were shredded out of his stomach and then she skinned the leather hide off of him, throwing it onto her back, under Backpack.
Down the path was Tico's house which he failed to be at, but his car was there. Dora jumped into the yellow vehicle and zoomed around the edge of the forest, setting the edge ablaze with the flamethrower she had pulled from Backpack.
She then slipped a gas mask onto her face and pulled many canisters from Backpack, throwing him just beyond the edge of the flames and releasing the cans of mustard gas into the woods where it would turn everyone's lungs into giant blisters and they'll drown in their own fluids, and if that doesn't work quick enough, they'll burn.
Dora drove over the rubble path and towards the bridge, suddenly there was a bump in the road, "oh my, was that a squirrel?' she asked, laughing at Tico, who just suffered being flattened.
Approaching the bridge, Swiper jumped out, trying to escape. It seemed almost sinfully easy to give him a little nudge of the cliff. All that was left of him was a muffled splash and bloodied water as piranha and crocodile and snake infested waters did their job.
Unfortunately Swiper took the car with him. Oh well, Dora shrugged, she didn't really need it anymore anyway. She shivered with repressed glee as she lined the bridge with dynamite. All it would take was one. Standing on the other side Dora pulled out her last stick of dynamite and lit it carefully before cocking her arm back and tossing it onto the middle of the bridge expertly. Her sadistic grin widened unnaturally as the lovely flames blossomed like exotic flowers.
And Dora stood there laughing with childish delight, highly inappropriate with the blood and skin adorning her young body…
Chaoji sat up screaming.
He glanced around his room, it was dark and everything was as it was when he fell asleep, but he still leaned over and let his head fall into his hands, sobbing desperately, "She's back! She's back!" the horror that overwhelmed him… the fear in his heart… the haunting in his mind…
HirokoHana: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! OH, MY GOD THAT IS FUNNY! Poor Chaoji… NOT!
PandaFlower: we are so wrong!
HirokoHana: but so right!
PandaFlower: I love you Hiroko!
HirokoHana: I love you Pandy!
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