Well that was quick! xD Never expected to get so many review all saying blood so fast! Anyway here's the first installment of this sucker.
Requested by MuffinHTF.
Character: Mole
Theme: Why does everybody else get to see?
Gore time now yes? xD
Disclaimer: I own not Happy Tree Friends. This is just my psychotic mixed fantasy of it. ;P
The Mole was in a fit of true panic that he hadn't felt in years. He was usually always so careful about practically everything. Keeping his agent identity a secret from all of his friends for their protection as well as his, making sure that The Rat never interfered or stop him in his missions, keeping his cover on stealth missions, and most importantly, Mole was always cautious about the placement of his waking cane.
And now he had lost it. How could he have lost it?!
Feeling around in his house he searched everywhere he could think of, though he never actually have seen his house, or anything really, but he at least knew several directions on where to go. And it was all because of the help of his cane.
Out of all the agents Mole had to have the most training because of his lack of eyesight. But he was still one of the best, and though he couldn't really see, the scientist in the lab did produce several useful gadgets to help him out a bit more. They had invented these special shades used solely for mission purposes only. It helped him locate obstacles, on coming projectiles, and even help him aim a bit. Though the technology was far from perfect and he was still trying to get used to it.
The reason being was because he was so used to his cane, that he practically was dependent on it now, shameful as it may sounded.
And now he didn't even have that!
Still rummaging his mitten paws all around the room, did he finally feel the familiar pole that he recognized immediately.
He could recognize his cane anywhere, the familiar feel of the grip on the top that had been customized for his unique paws.
But he tried to pick it up, that's when he knew something was most defiantly wrong. It felt lighter than it should have.
Feeling it all the way, to his horror, did Mole find out why.
It was completely destroyed.
He could feel the splinters and the shard, jagged ends of the broken pieces of his cane, as well as what he could only assume was all of the gadgets that was programmed into it. But those gadgets didn't hit him as hard as the fact that his cane was lost to him. He had this cane the moment his vision started failing, and when he became an agent, they only made his cane even more important to him by upgrading it with all of its gizmos.
In a fit of panic, grief, and anger, Mole went back to the ground to try and see if he could find any clues as to who had done this to his cane as well as him.
It was hard enough being blind for a large portion of life, but the fact that someone would have the gall to leave a blind creature like him so helpless was inexcusable.
Out of desperation Mole tried to pick up all of the pieces hoping that he could at least call up Sniffles to repair the basic structure of it before going back to the lab to have it properly repaired. It wasn't as if he thought the anteater was a bad inventor, it was that he didn't want Sniffles to know about his identity.
But since he could only find the broken pieces by touch, he didn't realize that one of his paws had unintentionally reached out towards a very jagged looking piece of machinery that was part of the upgrades on his cane: a dagger. It was only used for those deadly missions he had to take where brute force was the only possible solution. And he unknowingly gripped the blade around his tiny mitten like paw.
Instantly realizing the mistake, Mole snapped his hand back, feeling the blood spill out and spread all over his hand and probably all over the floor and his giant sweater.
Falling back he tried to think of any possible situations to come out of this alright, not wanting to die this way. Thankfully, though painfully, he landed on a side table where his home phone rested. Using his sense of touch he tried to dial the right number using the brail code on the buttons.
But since he used his good hand to hold on the phone while using his injured hand to punch in the numbers, a feat that was as painful as it sounded, and because of the panic and blood loss, his fingers were incredibly shaky. This did nothing for his nerves since he feared he might have dialed the wrong number.
Thankfully someone still picked up.
"Hello? 911 what's your emergency?" He heard a sweet voice to which he instantly recognized as Giggles from the other end of the phone.
"Uh… Hello? Is anybody there?" Giggles asked in what Mole interpreted as both curious as well as a bit of annoyance.
Mole tried speaking up to tell her his emergency, but even he knew how muffled his voice got behind his sweater. He might as well be a mute as well like Mime.
"Mole? Is that you?" Giggles asked after a minute of silence.
Mole was almost astonished that Giggles was able to hear him, so he tried to try and confirm her suspicions.
"Mole you're going to have to speak up, I can only know it's you from the caller ID on the machine. Mole did something happen are you hurt?" Giggles asked, and Mole immediately knew that it was pointless to try any more. She couldn't hear him. He really was as mute as Mime. Like not having any proper eyesight wasn't bad enough his voice had to be taken away as well, and what's worse he came to conclusion that his hearing may not be as top notch as he thought it might be.
"Hold on Mole, I'll send some doctors over to your location… Just let me right down your address and they'll be on their way." Giggles explained to him, but Mole couldn't shake a foreign sense of… something. Something that he hadn't felt for the longest of time.
He purposely didn't say anything and just let the phone drop, not caring if it hit the receiver or not. It wasn't as if it mattered.
When Mole learned that he was blind it was like his whole was over, the only comfort he received was from his friends as well as their support. After that it was quick work to get accustomed to his new life style, and since he was so young since he went blind he became more than used to it. Sometimes he even felt he had convinced himself that everything was back to normal.
But now the harsh reality had come back to him.
This is far from the normal life he had always, unknowingly thought as such.
He's one of the best agents in his field despite his condition. He's one of the ace photographers ever through his training, though no one would catch on to him since he would purposely make little flub ups so no one would suspect how a blind man could take such pictures. Picture that he could even see.
That's when the emotion ran though him again and this time, Mole knew exactly what it was: Rage.
He didn't have to pretend to flub up in one of his hobbies just to add another secret of his agent life to everyone. He didn't need to force himself to trick his own self that things were just peachy when they really weren't. He shouldn't have even needed the scientist at HQ to waste money and research to help create and perfect those stupid shades that, despite what they told him, didn't help his vision. They were nothing more than a Seeing Eye dog version of sun glasses.
That's when Mole started to feeling something else with his growing frustration: Envy.
He was probably the only critter in town that couldn't see.
Sure he knew that Sniffles needed glasses, but at least he had a means of seeing clearly again. And even without the glasses all he could probably see was blurry shapes, not the endless void of nothing that Mole was forced into.
He also had heard that Russel was missing an eye, but he didn't count either. At least he still had one good eye he could actually SEE with; though he was told he needed a contact lens it counted just as much as Sniffles. Russel could still see, while Mole was stuck being blind for the rest of his life.
Mole barely even realized that his hand had stopped hurting, but he knew that he was still probably bleeding since his paw still felt warm and wet. Or it could have scabbed over and all he was feeling was the blood that had spilled already that had yet to dry up. He would've believed either or since he couldn't tell.
Since he couldn't see...
No, he couldn't see, but everyone else could. Everyone else could see.
'Why does everybody else get to see?' Was the only thought in The Mole's mind before he felt his mind be overcome with rage.
Automatically going back to the mess that was once his beloved cane he picked a familiar piece, not caring about wounds at this point. Only one objective of his newest, self-made mission was ringing clear and strong in his mind.
He decided to teach everyone just what it was like to be the blind man for once.
After a grueling ride in the ambulance from Lumpy, the medical crew of the day, which included Sniffles, Giggles, and Petunia, jumped out of the hospital van in front of the building in which they knew that The Mole lived in.
"So what's wrong with Mole again?" Lumpy asked, stepping out of the driver's seat.
"Mole's hurt! And we have to help him. He wouldn't have called 911 unless it was an emergency!" Giggles explained picking up the first aid kit, decided to wear a nurse's cap for the job today.
"Well let's just hope that it wasn't too serious to have himself killed." Sniffles said adjusting his small doctor's outfit, starting to head towards the door. The other three followed after sharing a worried look with each other.
Once they reached the door, Sniffles raised his paw to knock on the door, but once he finished the door creaked open for them.
"Well that's a bit unsafe for him. Why would he leave his door unlocked? That's pretty much begging for Shifty and Lifty to rob him." Petunia said questionably, never having really been to The Mole's house before.
Now it was Sniffles turn to look worried knowing how much his friend was always so cautious, even though his blindness did end up with accidents most of the time. One of those things was most defiantly locking his door at all times. Though it was a mystery to even Sniffles how Mole knew where any of his locks where.
"Maybe it's because he was expecting us." Sniffles said, trying to make himself sound less worried than he really felt.
Lumpy took that as his cue to open the door further, calling out a "Hello" to bring out the supposedly injured mole.
Soon Giggles and Petunia started following Lumpy's lead in calling out for him.
But none of them could shake the feeling of something unnerving about the state of the house. It looked like a mess, almost like The Mole tried to fix it up but had no idea what he was picking up and placing down. And all of the lights were all out making the inside of the house pretty dark which creeped out the group immensely.
True they were used to death but genially creepy things threw them all off.
"Ow!" Sniffles loudly exclaimed out of nowhere, making the rest of the group jump. Sniffles ignored them and just cradled his now injured foot.
"What's wrong Sniffles?" Petunia was the first to ask.
"I stepped on something!" Sniffles said, still cradling his foot.
Upon closer inspection they saw that he stepped on a rather large sliver of wood.
"Ick, how ghastly looking." Petunia piped up, automatically pulling out her disinfecting kit to help clean the wound.
"But where did the sliver come from? Doesn't Mole have carpet?" Lumpy was the first to ask.
The moment they realized that, everyone's eyes went back down to the floor to see that Lumpy WAS right. Mole only had carpeted floors, so were could these slivers of wood have come from. Upon closer inspection they realized what The Mole's problem really was.
His cane was in pieces, only the grip of the cane with a few inches of the actual staff was completely intact. The rest looked like it was nothing more than a pile of splinters. Like someone accidentally jabbed the thing in a blender.
"Holy crap!" Lumpy and Petunia yelled in unison. Giggles just rolled her eyes at their usage of swear words, used to it from Petunia. But Sniffles was still a bit taken aback by it, but shook it off rather quickly, mostly since there was much more important things to think about.
"Who would do this to Mole's cane?" He asked, picking up a few of the pieces, careful to avoid getting jabbed again.
"A better question should be who would be cruel enough to leave this horrendous mess?" Petunia said, earning eye rolls from everybody else.
"Wait a minute… Look over there." Giggles said, pointing to a completely different looking mess among the shreds of cane.
"What the..?" Was all Sniffles could say, adjusting his glasses to make sure he was seeing it right.
"What is this?" Petunia asked out loud, reaching out to pick up a piece which looked like a three fingered claw, but without the flesh, and if the skeleton was made out of metal.
Sniffles stared at it with awe.
"A grappling hook?! No wait… It's much more than that. The design is flawless, and technology within this is stupendous!" Sniffles started gushing over the devise after pulling it out of Petunia's disgruntled hands.
The girls just rolled their eyes at the anteater's geeky obsession with anything technologic.
"Why does Mole have this?" Sniffles asked, going back to the broken mess of a walking cane.
"Maybe Mole accidentally took it from your lab thinking it was something else?" Giggles added in almost halfheartedly.
"But even I don't have this kind of-"
"AAAAAHHH!" Sniffles was cut off from his sentence when they heard a loud, ear piercing, and yet familiar scream.
"LUMPY!" They all exclaimed at once, turning their heads to see the tall blue moose had disappeared.
Giggles and Petunia started running after the source of where they heard their dopy friend screaming, fearing the worst already.
Sniffles was about to follow after the two females, had he not tripped over more of the dilapidated cane. He screamed in agony from the splinters that poked themselves all over his body. And to make matter worse, his glasses had fallen off and all he could see now was blurry blobs. Desperate to go follow the girls to help find their friend(s), Sniffles stuck both of his arms out to search for his glasses. He was prepared to be covered in more splinters, but not for something come down with a surprising amount of force slice right through his hand, making him cry out in agony. It was as if someone had pinned him down with a knife. But the only citizen in town who was like that was Flippy, and as far as he knew, the only time he saw Mole and Flippy in the same room was at that party Flaky hosted for him.
Sniffles tried looking up; though his vision was impaired he could still see blobs of color. Which was why he was shocked to see not a bright green blob looming over him but a familiar purple one.
Next thing he knew there was a sharp pain digging right into his left eye, making him cry out in pure agony.
He swore he could feel his blood spray out of his socket.
Through it all Sniffles knew without a doubt, somehow, the familiar snap of his glasses breaking, and the lenses being shattered beyond repair.
He let out a small gasp, but that was soon replaced with another cry of agony as he felt his left eye being forcefully removed out of its socket, like whoever was doing this to him was merely plucking a very stubborn apple from its branch. Sniffles had a very fleeting thought that he finally knew what Toothy probably had to go through every time he had one of his eye injuries. This was pure pain.
What was worse was that his right eye had start taking on the spilling blood from its partner so all he could see was blood.
Then with an agonizing pop of resistance from his poor eye and a pooling of blood from the now empty socket, Sniffles let out one finale scream as the process was repeated with the other eye.
Giggles and Petunia where searching the house calling out for both Lumpy and The Mole now very worried.
It didn't help when they started to hear Sniffles scream this time.
"Oh no Sniffles! We must've left him behind. I'm going to go back for him. You keep looking for Lumpy and Mole. I'm going to go check on Sniffles, and hopefully run into Mole as well." Giggles said.
Petunia was now beyond past her limit with her nerves, but she somehow nodded at her best friend's request. Watching as her pink friend scampered off.
Giggles didn't get very far as she felt herself step on a loose tile, lifting her foot in confusion, she tried to examine it, but very quickly discovered her mistake when a bright glowing liquid sprayed itself all over her eyes. Her eyes burned almost immediately on contact.
She screamed in pure, primal, agony, feeling every vein, and fiber of her eyes melt into thick goo before melting out of their sockets. And to make matters worse the flesh surrounding her eyes burned like a thousand fire ants where biting and stinging her mixed with a severe case of a sun burn.
She only stopped screaming when she felt the burning liquid burn its way into her brain, melting a good chunk of it. Giggles collapsed heavily on the floor, letting the pink, white, and red goo seep out of her blackened, empty sockets. Her body giving up on the pain and her brain all but useless to keep her going any longer.
Petunia was now at her absolute wits end.
She was trapped in a house where one her friends was injured and three of her other friends had screamed out in presumably horrible agony.
Petunia didn't even need to bump into the lifeless body of Lumpy to know that they were probably dead.
But bump into him she did.
And screamed her head off she did.
Lumpy looked like he was only supported to the wall with two, exceptionally sharp looking pieces of wood from his now empty eye sockets. His eye balls pinned, sloppily, around his body.
It made Petunia sick, but for very different reasons. She hated to see this kind of gore, no matter how much she's exposed to it, but to see a murder like this so… sloppy… It really set her OCD into over drive, even though she knew how inappropriate it was.
None the less, she pulled out her paper bag and started hyperventilating into it trying to calm herself down.
She nearly jumped out of her own skin and fur when she felt a wet, warm paw tap on her shoulder.
Turning around she let a calmer breath at the familiar sight of Mole. She was so relieved to see a familiar face, even though it was partially hidden, that she didn't even notice all of the blood and gore in the dim light in the room.
"Oh Mole!" She exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "Are you a sight for sore eyes!" She finished saying with a wide smile on her face, ending the hug.
Her cheerfulness quickly disappeared once she felt herself shoved to the wall by Mole's mitten like paws.
"Mole? Mole it's me Petunia!" She called out, unsure if he was even aware of her presence.
But her eyes widened when she saw him pull out what looked like a broken off dagger and threw it expertly right in the middle of her chest. The aim was so good that it even hit her little air freshener necklace.
She cried out in pain, shock and surprise.
Mole was blind, how could he have this kind of aim?!
"Mole!? Please it's me Petunia! Please! Please don't hurt me!" Petunia cried out.
But Mole had decided to turn a deaf ear to her pleas, and advanced further onto her.
He decided if his other senses should fail him, then he should at least take comfort of what he could have.
Like the horror filled screams of the blue skunk as he brought out two other knives to jab out her eyes. As well as the wet, gushy sounds of the blood spray and the knife making contact with the gooey substance making a disturbing, and yet, satisfactory, sklesh sound.
He also marveled at the feel at the spray of the warm, thick blood that coated him every time he brought his daggers to her eyes, as well as the gooey resistance he felt from her eyes through the blades. Her screams even vibrated itself to his paw where he held her down, giving him an unexplainable buzz and he continued. And once the screams started to falter, he started relishing the feel of her cold, lifeless body and loved the differences between her corpse and her living body.
Then there was the pungent stench and taste of her blood that he gotten through his sweater as it, pardon the pun, bleed through.
But through it all there was one thing, that one thing that took away all of the satisfactory of his rampage.
He couldn't see the horror stricken faces.
AAAAAANNNNNNNNDDD… That is that… So what'd ya think? Good? Bad? Exceptionally gorey? A bit too preachy? Did I focus too much on his fit of insanity for no sight or not enough? I'm actually very proud of this! Very excited to hear all of your responses on this! See ya next time!
Next episode we get to look into the youngest theif's ill mind… Can't wait!