Evan
Spiky was never a morning person. It was just something about the sun shining in his face that made him…grumpy. But what really made him grumpy was waking up early…on Saturday. Today was Saturday…moreover it was seven in the morning. See, Spiky had an alarm clock set for seven every morning so he wouldn't be late for work on the weekdays, but for some reason, he wasn't able to set the timer off. So unfortunately, every Saturday he would wake up at seven, grumpy as hell and pissed off. Spiky groaned and turned over, burying his head into his pillow. But the alarm clock he had installed would gradually beep louder and more rapidly if the owner didn't wake up after ten seconds, so it was slowly getting louder by the second.
"Shut…up." growled Spiky.
But the timer merely mocked him. It was like it was saying, "GET! UP!" in beep format. Spiky growled and clutched his pillow, ready to tear the thing apart with his hands. Spiky grabbed one of his trophies and banged on the clock with it over and over and over again until somehow, it would magically shut off. It just so happened the clock he bought was indestructible and solar powered, so everytime the sun shined on the clock…it'd go off. But now that he was up, there was no point in going back to sleep now. Spiky groaned and planted his feet on the floor, yawning loudly and scratching his stomach. Spiky looked like Flippy in the morning, wearing nothing besides a dirty tank-top. He got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, urinating like a horse into the toilet. Then he brushed his teeth and walked back into his room, bashing the alarm clock with his trophy once again.
"I hate you." growled Spiky, pointing at the clock.
Spiky was sitting on his couch in his living room watching TV with his feet propped up on his table. He just got done eating breakfast about a half-hour ago and it was almost eleven in the morning right now. He wasn't as grumpy as before, but he had a crossbow sitting next to the couch. The thing about Spiky was that Saturday was his "special" day. Anyways, after watching the ESPN for a few minutes, his daughter came in holding Spiky's socks from afar.
"Dad, what were your socks doing in my room?"
Spiky shrugged. "I have no idea."
"Look pop, I know it's Saturday and today's your day to have fun, but do not leave your socks in my room!!"
"What's so bad about some leftover socks?"
"Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? IT IS NOT PLEASANT!!"
"C'mon, how bad could it be?" said Spiky, taking his socks from his daughter.
Curious, Spiky sniffed his socks twice and quickly plugged his nose, holding his socks as far away from him as possible. Even so, Spiky still proceeded to wear his stinky socks and relax on his couch, being as lazy as ever.
"Yet, you still wear them…" moaned Flaky.
"Saturday…" said Spiky, smiling.
"Whatever. Can you take me to Meth's concert tonight? I hear he's gonna perform SCREAM and I don't want to miss it!"
"I thought you agreed never to go to concert's again? Not since the last 'experience' you had."
"Don't remind me."
"And cue the flashback!"
"JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!"
"C'MON! FLAKY! YOU KNOW YOU WANNA STAGE DIVE!!" shouted Spiky.
Flaky was nervously standing on the edge of the stage, facing a humongous crowd of fans who were shouting and cheering like crazy. Her father already jumped from the stage and was carried to the back of the crowd by all the fans of the band members.
"C'MON FLAKY!! JUMP!!!" commanded Spiky.
"Well, um…okay."
Flaky jumped off the stage into the crowd, screaming wildly with joy. However, at the very last second, everyone realized that Flaky was a hedgehog covered in spiky quills…and dandruff. So everyone screamed and moved out the way, leaving the stage barren, excluding Lumpy. Flaky shrieked at the last second and landed right on top of Lumpy and his antlers, which impaled her in the back.
"Huh?" wondered Lumpy, looking up to see that his head was bleeding.
Unfortunately, Flaky landed backwards so her sharp quills impaled Lumpy in the scalp and now both of them were bleeding. Lumpy and Flaky screamed and Lumpy started to run around in circles like and idiot, hoping someone would help him get the red hedgehog out of his scalp.
"Oh, yeah! I remember that! Didn't we have to cut off half your quills just to get you free?"
"Yeah, Dad! It took me four years to grow 'em back!"
"Well I can't take you to the concert today! I gotta take my friend to a concert anyways. He's supposed to be one of the floor managers or stage directors or something."
"Is it for the concert near HTF coliseum? That's the one where Meth's holding his! Couldn't you just give me a ride with your friend--Do not shoot the lamp!!!"
While Flaky was talking, Spiky grabbed his crossbow and placed an arrow inside it, aiming it at one of the lamps on the table beside the couch.
"…It's Saturday." said Spiky.
"Do NOT shoot that lamp."
Spiky and Flaky stared at each other for literally 30 seconds with faceless expressions before Spiky released the bow, shattering the lamp into nothing but broken glass. Flaky sighed heavily.
"I don't understand what's so special about Saturdays!"
"Saturdays are days where a guy can sit on his ass and be as lazy as he wants to and not give a damn what anyone else thinks and do whatever he wants to. Hence the reason why I still wear my smelly socks and dirty tank-top."
"So you become Pop every Saturday."
"That is not true! I am a mischievous lazy bastard; Pop is retard. Big difference."
"Not really. You just know how to take care of your offspring more."
"Exactly my point!"
"Dad, half the time it gets to this point in the conversation, you know that I'm gonna keep asking you until you agree. Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No."
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No." (10)
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No." (11)
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"No." (12)
247 "Can you take me to Meth's concert?"s later…
"Can you take me to Meth's concert?"
"Are you gonna stop asking me?!!?"
"Yes."
"Okay, fine."
"Cool!! I get to go to Meth's concert! Thanks Daddy!" said Flaky, kissing his father on the cheek.
"Ugh…"
"So you sure you don't have a problem taking me to the concert tonight?"
"You should go now."
"Dad it's not even noon yet. The concert doesn't start till nine."
"No I mean you should go get out of the living room; I ate a bunch of omelets filled with chili and cheese this morning."
Spiky's stomach growled and he passed gas audible enough for Flaky to hear. Flaky sniffed the air and quickly plugged her nose, while Spiky was smiling and snickering under his breath.
"Damnit Dad, what is with you and farting?!"
"I told you, it's funny! And my bowels represent a nuclear power plant."
"How can you compare your bowels to a nuclear power plant?"
Spiky's stomach growled once again and he began to chuckle.
"You'd better leave now; I think the reactor's about to go critical!"
Flaky yelped and ran out of the room while Spiky's stomach continued to growl. Spiky leaned over, grunted, and blasted a giant fart that stunk up the whole living room and left the couch extremely warm. Spiky laughed and sniffed the air deeply, holding his nose and chuckling afterwards.
"WHOO!! EVERYBODY PANIC!!! THE CORE MATERIAL'S AIRBORNE!!!" he howled, shortly before he started laughing and rolling around on the floor.
Ryley was impatiently pacing in the front of his yard, waiting for Spiky to come and pick him up. Ryley was a yellow cat with a black tail…and one of his eyes looked a little swollen. Ryley just got out of the hospital a few weeks ago after suffering a severe case of pink eye not too long ago. Ryley was always made fun of, criticized for having nine lives even though he really only had one. But then again, he had gotten himself out of life-threatening situations pretty fast…and always at the last second. Eventually, the criticism became praise and a bunch of people hung around Ryley a lot more because of how lucky he was. Somewhere along the line, he gained popularity and found Meth at a local bar. Now he works security and floor manager at all of his concerts.
"God, where the hell is he? I gotta get to the concert so we can set everything up!" said Ryley, looking at his watch.
After asking himself that question, Spiky stormed into Ryley's driveway in his blue Mercedes.
"Get in." said Spiky, sticking his head out the driver window.
Ryley sighed and looked at Spiky's filthy tank-top and noticed the crossbow next to his car seat.
"Saturday?"
"Saturday."
Ryley got into the passenger side of the car and sat down as Spiky began to drive down the street.
"So what are you planning on doing today?"
"I have a crossbow; I think that'll be enough entertainment for me today." said Spiky, smiling.
Ryley smelled the air twice and covered his nose with his arm.
"What's up with you car? Why's it smell like stale ass?"
Spiky leaned over and grunted really hard, just before he passed gas and started laughing like a hyena.
"Does that answer your question?!" laughed the porcupine.
"Oh, God…"
Ryley tried to roll down the window, but Spiky grabbed his crossbow and quickly fired two arrows next to his hand, both of which were mere warning shots.
"Don't roll down the window."
"Why not?! You already know how bad it stinks when you fart in the car!"
"That's exactly my point!" said Spiky, leaning over and passing gas once more.
Spiky continued to thrash around like an idiot, howling with laughter while his friend was clutching his eye and holding his nose.
"Damnit Spiky, my eyes are burning!! Stop farting already!!"
Spiky stopped laughing and began to collect his breaths, sighing heavily.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop. I'll just fire at random cars with my crossbow."
"But you're driving!"
"Yeah…"
Ryley sighed exasperatedly as Spiky grabbed his crossbow and loaded it with an arrow, aiming it out of his window.
"So are you and your daughter going to the city tomorrow?"
"Yeah and then we're gonna come back the day after that. You know Flaky's favorite baseball team is playing there, right?"
"The Hedgehogs? That's a very corny name for a baseball team."
"What're you gonna do? Everyone on the team's a hedgehog; go figure."
Spiky shut one of his eyes and fired his arrow at Handy's pick-up truck, hitting one of the tires.
"What the fuck?!?" yelled Handy.
Handy was unable to maintain control of his vehicle and the amputee beaver wound up crashing his truck into a telephone pole, severely mangling the front bumper and shattering the front window.
"SHIT!!!"
Spiky chuckled to himself and got another arrow when he came to a stoplight and was blocked by another driver.
"OH, WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!! GO ALREADY; THE LIGHT'S GREEN!!!"
"Shut the fuck up Spiky! You want that cop over there to see us?!" asked Ryley.
"Goddamnit, stop being such a fuck-tard and move your fucking car!" growled Spiky, still annoyed by the slow-moving car.
"Hello!!! COP CAR!"
"Can you get arrested for shooting arrows at random vehicles?"
"That's like doing a drive-by! You know how gay it's gonna look to get arrested for Medieval Drive-By? Do you seriously want to be the first person arrested for a fuckin' MDB???" asked Ryley.
"...I'm strangely okay with that." said Spiky, firing the arrow.
The driver of the car swerved off the road after the arrow punctured the tire and rolled down a hill with numerous metal crushing sounds. It was amazing that the cop next to Spiky didn't even notice.
"Oh, that was so awesome!!"
Spiky took out another arrow and aimed it at two men who were emptying a large tank filled with reeking waste material.
"Hey, check this out." chuckled Spiky.
He let go of the arrow and it made contact with the septic tank that the two squirrels were emptying and as a result, the tank blew and doused both of them in a brown cesspool full of bodily waste. Spiky couldn't help but laugh his ass off at the sight.
"What the hell's wrong with you?"
"HEY! It is Saturday."
Spiky searched under his dashboard and pulled out an Uzi, cocking the submachine gun.
"…What are you doing…?"
"Nothing…now just turn this corner so I can do something that could get you thrown in prison for accessory."
"WHAT?!!?"
"SHALOM MUTHAFUCKERS!!!!" screamed Spiky.
Spiky then fired a bunch of arrows from his machine gun at random pedestrians resting along side an SUV. Spiky wasn't aiming for kill shots though, as he wasn't a violent porcupine by heart. He was just stupid on Saturdays is all. None of the arrows even hit the people standing next to the SUV; Spiky just wanted to wreck their car for some reason. After the pedestrians realized they were facing incoming fire, they hid behind a trash can while Spiky blasted arrows at the SUV. One of them hit the gas tank and the car burst into flames, spraying hot metal and glass all over a network of convenient stores.
"…You got issues dude."
"Only on Saturday!"
Later that night, everyone was attending Meth's rock hard concert which was going to begin very soon. The crowd was already filled with thousands of screaming fans wearing black T-shirts that said "Meth" in bloody red letters and had a picture of Meth and his band under the lettering. Of these two fans were Flaky and Spiky, who were in the back of the studio eating a couple of sandwiches shortly before the performance. Spiky stopped eating for a moment and surreptitiously grabbed his bow and arrow, aiming it at his daughter's sandwich.
"Do NOT shoot my sandwich." said Flaky, flatly.
Flaky and Spiky stared at each other in a nonchalant sort of tone and waited 30 seconds for something to happen, blinking every ten seconds. Then, he let go of the arrow and destroyed her sandwich, splattering mustard on her face. Flaky sighed exasperatedly while her father smiled widely.
Ryley was backstage drinking a cup of water while standing next to a cart full of desserts and all other sorts of treats. He was wearing a black shirt that "Security" in big white letters on the back of it. In fact, many stage directors and maintenance men were wearing shirts similar to Ryley's, including his partner Moss. His partner Moss was a red cat who wasn't wearing anything except for his black security T-shirt. When he was born, his eyes were muddy green and looked like moss…hence the name. While Ryley was standing next to the pastry cart, Moss was high up in the stage overlooking the lighting fixtures and support beams to make sure they didn't fall down and crush Meth and his band to death.
"Moss, what's your status on the structure?" asked Ryley via portable radio.
"We're all clear up here. I found a loose bolt in one of the light fixtures, but I fixed with my maintenance gear. How's it looking on your end?"
Ryley sighed heavily. "This guy Nutty keeps trying to steal all the food! He always--"
Ryley stopped talking when he turned around and noticed that Nutty was noisily slurping on a plate full of brownies.
"HEY! Get away from that you sticky bastard! Those brownies aren't for you!"
Nutty took out a rubber band and flicked Ryley right in the eye, causing him to shout horribly and fall on the ground.
"OW, MY FUCKING EYE!!"
Nutty continued to giggle until he grabbed a whole bunch of plates at once and shouted out, "MINE!" before running away, laughing like a hyena. Too bad he didn't notice that he dropped a brownie near the cart. Ryley grumbled angrily and retreated to the bathroom with a towel. However, the janitor came by to clean up the mess while whistling casually to himself. After mopping up the spilled treats and making the floor spotless, the janitor sighed and wiped the sweat off his forehead, resting against the bathroom door. He was about to go wash his hands, but remembered that the pipe systems busted not too long ago and the bathroom wasn't functioning properly. So he took out an "OUT OF ORDER" sign and placed it on the door, blocking it with his mop and cleaning bin. Unfortunately, Ryley was still inside…
"Ryley! Status check!"
Ryley groaned and placed a wet towel over his eye before he got back on his radio.
"Ugh…you don't think Meth and his gang are gonna be pissed if they don't eat their desserts, do you?"
"Did Nutty steal all the brownies again?!"
"…Maybe…" said Ryley meekly.
Moss groaned and said, "This is the sixth time Ryley! At the rate you're going, you're gonna get fired!"
"Well I'm sorry that Nutty is armed with rubber bands! It's not my fault my eyes are sensitive!"
"They're not that sensitive."
"You have any idea what it feels like to have a rubber band thwack you in your cornea? It's like having a fuckin' pole jammed in my cerebellum!"
"…I don't know what those words mean."
"Shut up Moss!" said Ryley, shutting off his radio.
After massaging his eye for a couple more minutes, Ryley retreated to one of the urinals and began to pee, sighing contently.
"RYLEY!!"
Ryley yelped and shifted over to the left in the process, urinating on the wall a little.
"Damnit Moss, don't do that! You know how hard it is to get pee stains out of tile?"
"What?"
"Nothin'. What are you calling me for?"
"The performance is gonna start soon. You better get back up here so you can see. Never know if there's a sniper aiming for Meth's skull."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll be up in about five minutes."
"Oh and uh…is there something wrong with your nametag?"
Ryley took off his nametag and looked at it.
"Nope. Why?"
"Mine has three long claw marks on it…weird huh?"
"No. A bear probably scratched it too hard. See ya upstairs." said Ryley, getting off the radio.
Ryley walked over to the sink and began to wash his hands, getting a few globs of soap and washing the filth down the drain until he was satisfied that his paws were clean. He turned off the faucet and walked over to the door…only to walk back to the sink when it gurgled loudly.
"Huh?"
Ryley looked at the sink and heard it gurgle several times, even though no water was present. Then, out of nowhere, it shot out with a loud crack as though it were a gunshot. Ryley gasped and took a step backwards, examining the faucet with anticipation. Suddenly, the faucet shot out water with three loud cracks, all of which were loud enough to startle Ryley and force him to inadvertently chuck his radio backwards into the toilet. Ryley turned around and sighed heavily, walking to the toilet to retrieve his radio.
"You little bastard…"
Ryley kneeled down and hesitated at first. It was a toilet bowl after all and…it was filled with toilet water, something cats DO NOT like. But he ignored it and jammed his hand into the toilet, shoving it down the hole and getting the radio. Somehow, the radio instantly fell into the pipe system and if Ryley hadn't grabbed it in time, it'd be lost within the sewers. So Ryley began to pull his arm back out so he could go back up to the stage. That's when his arm got caught.
"What--"
Ryley yanked two more times and the toilet made a loud clank, indicating that his arm was stuck.
"Come on…come on, come on!" said Ryley.
Ryley heard a loud bang from behind and turned around, realizing that the faucet was now on full blast and the water was spilling over the sink. The plug that was used to cover the faucet hole rolled into the sink and covered it, leaving no exit point for the water. Even now, Ryley could look down and feel the fur on his knees getting wet. Ryley was about to put his other arm into the toilet, but then he remembered that that arm would get stuck too. Ryley started swearing to himself, frantically looking around the bathroom to find something that would free his arm from the toilet. During that time, the faucet went on an even higher setting and water began to spray all over the sink, filling up the bathroom even more. When the water began to rise up to Ryley's torso, he knew that the situation was becoming fatal. In another couple of minutes, he'd drown.
"FUCK!! Jesus! You fuckin'…"
Ryley began to panic and started to tug on his arm with his other arm, shouting out loud when he heard something pop. He just dislocated his shoulder.
"COME ON GODDAMNIT!!"
Ryley looked over at the faucet and realized that he had to turn it off, so he grabbed his cellphone and chucked it at the faucet. Unfortunately, the cellphone shattered and it didn't work. So he grabbed a pencil and threw that at faucet as well, but to no avail. Lastly, he grabbed a metal rod from his pocket and chucked that at the faucet…which knocked the whole thing out of socket and caused more water to spew into the bathroom. Ryley groaned and turned back over to the toilet, resuming his yanking. The water was so high that everytime Ryley dipped his head down, his whiskers would get wet.
"FUCK!!!!" screamed Ryley.
Before Ryley could say anymore, the water reached his mouth and he began to tread water. Ryley repeatedly dunked his head up and down to avoid having water get into his nostrils, but after another 20 seconds, he was fully submerged. Ryley looked at his stuck arm while holding his breath and pulled so hard part of his fur was beginning to come off. Ryley gritted his teeth and pulled one last time, shouting with massive relief when his arm finally got out. Ryley looked at his arm and chuckled nervously, alive and shocked at what happened. He found a fire extinguisher and began to fire the device at the water.
"…Wait a second, what the fuck am I doing? This isn't a fire!!" said Ryley, feeling retarded.
He threw the extinguisher aside and slowly walked over to the door, amazed that the water was still rising. About another minute and he wouldn't even be able to stand without his face being submerged. Ryley twisted the door knob, but was shocked that it was locked. The janitor's supplies were blocking it from the other side.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!?!" screamed Ryley.
He slammed his whole body into the door, trying to get free or hoping that someone would hear him from the outside.
"HELLO!?! SOMEONE OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!"
Ryley turned around and tried to look for something of value; a chair, some weights, even the toilet would be useful right at this moment. But Ryley was slowly running out of time, as the water already reached his mouth…
"What the…don't tell me those pipes burst again!" moaned the janitor.
He moved his cleaning stuff away and was thrown backwards when Ryley bashed down the door, exposing hundreds of gallons of water. Both of them were carried down the corridor by the large wave, but recovered from their injuries and got back up. Ryley coughed twice before vomiting up some water, and sighing with relief.
"What the hell happened!?" asked Ryley, exhausted.
"My bad. I didn't know anyone was in there! Didn't anyone tell you the pipes burst?"
"NO!!"
"Oh…well, oops."
"Just go back to your post. I'll take care of this."
The janitor ran off while Ryley looked at the carnage and sighed.
"Shit I'm lucky."
Ryley stood up and fell backwards onto the cart when he slipped on a brownie. It was the same brownie that Nutty dropped earlier. Ryley groaned and gasped when the cart began to roll down the corridor.
"Huh?"
Ryley looked forward and started to scream when it looked like he'd hit the wall. Instead, the cart's wheel got caught on the rug and immediately stopped, hurling Ryley into the air. Ryley thought he'd hit the wall, but at the last second, a rusty pipe lost its bolts and shifted down a few inches and impaled him in the eye. Blood squirted all over the wall and the eyeball lodged itself inside the pipe, slowly rolling back out and landing on the floor. Ryley's body squeaked like a window getting wiped as his body slid to the end of the pipe, hanging in mid-air like a display for a museum.
Moss was standing above the stage, waiting for his partner Ryley to show up, but he never came.
"Ryley? Come in Ryley." said Moss over the radio.
But the radio merely replied by giving him static.
"Ryley?"
Still nothing. All he had was static. Moss shook his head and put the radio away.
"Screw it. He'll see the performance from backstage I guess. Although the view from up here is amazing!"
Moss looked down and saw the band all geared up and ready to perform, with Meth up front holding a guitar. All the fans were screaming bloody murder, excited to see one of the greatest guitar players perform in front of a huge crowd such as themselves. The name of the song they were singing was Scream, so after the crowd screamed for a few seconds, the band began to play the first few notes while one of Meth's side guitarists played a few more notes. Then the band repeated this process three more times before they began to sing the words.
"Caught up in this madness, too blind to see
Woke animal feelings in me
Took over my sense and I lost control
I'll taste your blood tonight."
They stopped singing for a moment to increase their guitar strumming and drumming, but eventually, it started again.
"You know I make you wanna screeeeeaaaaaammm
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your tiiiiiimmmeee!!"
And like always, the drummer said, "Yeah." right after that line.
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me
So warm as I'm setting you free
With your arms by your side, there's no struggling
Pleasure's all mine this time."
Again, the singing stopped momentarily, but eventually, it began again.
"You know I make you wanna screeeeaaaaammm
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your tiiiiiimmmmmmeeee!!!"
"Yeah! Here comes my favorite part!" said Moss over the music.
In fact, Moss just happened to join along with Meth and his band. No one could see him or hear his horrible voice, so why the fuck not?
"Cherishiiinnggg, those feelings pleeeaaasuriiiiiing!!!
Cover meeeeeee, unwanted cleeeemen-caaaaaay!!
Scream till there's silence
Scream while there's life left
VAAAAANISHIIIIIING
Scream from the pleasure unmask your desire
PEEEEEEERISHIIIIINNG!!!"
Ironically, when Meth and his band said "Perishing" a dark figure grabbed Moss from behind and began to choke him with his arm. Moss gagged and groaned, trying to fight off the assailant to scream for help. But no one saw him and the music continued…
"We've all had our time where we've lost control
We've all had our time to grow
I'm hoping I'm wrong but I know I'm right
I'll hunt again one night."
Somewhere along the line, Moss scratched the assailant in the arm and he let go of his throat. Moss turned around to face the creature and noticed it had dark red skin and was wearing a black shirt…and had an odd set of wings like a bat. It was Tarz…and he was hungry.
"You know I make you wanna screeeeaaaaammm
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your tiiiiiimmmmmmeeee!!
Cherishiiinnggg, those feelings pleeeaaasuriiiiiing!!!
Cover meeeeeee, unwanted cleeeemen-caaaaaay!!
Scream till there's silence
Scream while there's life left
VAAAAANISHIIIIIING
Scream from the pleasure unmask your desire
PEEEEEEERISHIIIIINNG!!!"
Then Meth broke away from his microphone and busted out in this insane guitar solo after sliding across the stage on his knees, making everyone scream and shout even more. And the whole time he was doing this, Moss was trying to fend off Tarz with an ordinary pocket knife he stole from a tool box. Despite the fact he stabbed Tarz over five times, he didn't die or even get hurt. Eventually, Tarz grabbed his arm and twisted it, breaking it and forcing Moss to drop the knife. Even though he howled with pain, no one heard him over Meth and his solo.
The band began to sing once again as Tarz continued to damage Moss…
"Soooommmee liiiive repressing their instinctive feelings
Prooooooteeeeeessst the way we're built don't put the blame on me
Scream scream screeeeaaaaam the way you would if I
Ravaged your boooodddd-aaay!!
Scream scream screeeeaaam the way you would if I
RAVAGED YOUR MIIIIIIIND!!!"
By the time they were done with that line, Moss was lying on the floor brutally ravaged by Tarz, barely recognizable by anyone else. The red cat wheezed several times and tried to crawl to the stairs, but it was no use. Tarz stomped on his back and pinned him down.
Meth and his band continued…
"Cherishiiinnggg, those feelings pleeeaaasuriiiiiing!!!
Cover meeeeeee, unwanted cleeeemen-caaaaaay!!
Scream till there's silence
Scream while there's life left
VAAAAANISHIIIIIING
Scream from the pleasure unmask your desire
PEEEEEEERISHIIIIINNG!!!"
Tarz dragged Moss behind a dark corner while he continued to scream and thrash his body towards freedom. Tarz settled him down by slashing him in the face, leaving three huge claw marks that broke all the way down to his nasal cavity. The band finished up the last 20 seconds of the song while Tarz was busy eating and destroying Moss with his teeth and claws, mangling it so much that all that could be seen was blood and the body of what used to be a cat. After the song finished, everyone waited for the onlookers to cheer their names and scream until their throats were sore. Suddenly, an eyeball from Moss bounced off the drummer's head. The drummer picked it up and called Meth's name.
"Hey Meth!"
"Yeah?"
"Did you lose an eyeball?" asked the drummer, showing it to Meth.
"Um…no."
"Oh. Nevermind then." said the drummer, tossing the eye behind him.
About two hours later, 30 minutes after the concert was over, the janitor and a few other stage directors found Ryley's body hanging by the pipe and Moss's body lying in the corner. There weren't any witnesses anywhere and by the looks of it, Ryley was the victim of a freak accident. Moss on the other hand must've been brutally murdered by someone who they don't know.
It was right around this time when Splendid saw the news story in his hospital bed. Perhaps if he weren't on his date with Perfect…or having bowels problems in her bathroom, this might've been avoided.
A/N: Did YOU spot the clues foreshadowing Ryley and Moss's deaths? :) And if anyone asks, the whole "Saturday" bit was from the TV show The Whitest Kids U Know.