PandaFlower: Hello beloved reader, welcome to the third and final segment of Dora.
HirokoHana: We call it the Dora Notes.
PandaFlower: Also we're putting in a special something courtesy of our friend Chocolate Pockey-chan. So here's to you!
HirokoHana: We do not own DGM.
PandaFlower: Neither of us can draw. We'd hire Mi-pon to do that.
The Dora Notes.
Dora grinned perversely, the creepy lip-curl so out of place on her babyish features. She was observing her next victim, a rather fat, spiky haired Chinese man. He didn't know she was there, he just continued to wander around fearfully in the dark dream world. Glancing around, jumping at every sound, walking in aimless circles with the delicious scent of terror permeating the air.
Such easy prey, he wouldn't know what hit him.
He screamed when Dora stepped out in front of him, still grinning in delicious anticipation of the coming blood bath. He tried to run but it would all be in vain. This was her realm.
He screamed again when the dark world shifted to its mistress's desires.
The walls shrank, the air become heavy and oppressive and then there was the sound of faint, furious buzzing. Like a thousand-no, a million angry stinging insects had pressed themselves against the walls. Leaving him trapped in the room with her.
When the first blade dropped he didn't manage to dodge in time.
From the ceiling, the sound of buzzing increased. Something glinted up there for the briefest of seconds before it dropped in a smooth arc. It clipped the chubby man's shoulder, biting into flesh and bone with its jagged, dancing blades, tearing out bits of muscle and a spray of misty blood before returning to the ceiling. Dora savored every octave of his pain with a delighted shiver, her head tossed back and her eyes rolling in their sockets.
Again and again the pendulums swung, coming from the ceiling, the walls, even the floor. He never quite managed to dodge completely, getting clipped by the buzzing blades again and again, losing chunks of flesh, sometimes fingers and toes, in a spray of crimson splattered everywhere in interesting oblong ovals.
Through it all Dora watched, increasingly becoming aware that, while enjoyable, this simply wasn't enough. He had to suffer more! Sure his arm almost got hacked off and you could clearly see the bone, yes, his right ear dangled by a strip of twisted flesh but it wasn't enough!
The chubby Asian man lay there, writhing in agony as Dora stood over him, he cried out as she twisted her fingers into his gaping wounds, sliding the digits along his slick insides.
Dora giggled to herself, lapping at the blood on her hands. She knew just what to do.
Into her empty hands conjured a jar.
With deliberate slowness she pulled of the stopper.
Careful not to get to slopping, liquid contents on herself, she positioned the mouth of the jar at the biggest of the man's wounds and dumped the contents into his heaving chest cavity.
He screamed as the acid did its job, crying and begging fruitlessly as it ate away at his body, stinging and burning and consuming, soaking deeper into his ruined muscles. Dora watched in fascination as a combination of acid, melted organs and soft tissue trickled out of the bloody tears in his torso. His begging turned to gargles as the acid crept up his throat and dissolved his vocal cords, he started convulsing as it ate away his lungs and clogged up his throat.
Dora reached down and gripped his face, watching as his eyes began to liquefy just a bit.
She made him watch as, right before his eyes, her brown hair stood up in spikes like a sudden electric shock, turning blue. As her Hispanic olive toned skin went almost sickly pale then an ashy gray and her large child-like eyes, glimmering with madness and mirth, turned a gleamed polished gold.
That was the last thing he ever saw as Road Camelot drove a spiked candle through his softened forehead.
"That was so much fun," she said happily, "now I just need to collect my payment from Leverier and I can finally buy that new dress I wanted!" she clasped her hands in utter sinful joy, disappearing as the motionless body continued to sink into a pool of corrosive acid and liquid innards.
HirokoHana: I'm going to miss this…so much.
PandaFlower: Shouldn't this be rated M? I've already had one person tell me that.
HirokoHana: Whatever. I think it was too short.
PandaFlower: *whacks her in the head with a spork* It is not!
HirokoHana: Them's fightin' words girlie! Go spork army!
PandaFlower: I'll be your huckleberry! Charge Foon army! Release the wolfguin!