Readers,

I apologize, but this story may not be as good as the first two. I haven't planned this one out nearly as much, so I'm sort of making this up as I go along.

. . .Which I. . . Never. . . Do. . . Eheh.

Uh, so, I had help on this story from a fan. I thank and give partial credit to Pandryoshka for her help on this story. Thanks, Panda! Oh yeah, I'm calling you Panda, now. I give everyone I think are awesome nicknames.

BTW, what's with me and axe murderers? Um, sorry Russia! Please don't hate me! You're gonna be an escaped lunatic again!

Ehem, anyway, enjoy

OTTO

Yao sat quietly on his couch, hugging Panda close as he watched the 10 O'clock news. The announcer spoke gravely as he described the escaped lunatic who was expected to have a weapon of some sort.

"A tall, silver haired Russian. Please be on the lookout for anyone fitting this description."

The Chinese man shuddered as the lunatic was described. He sounded familiar, but Yao was sure he'd never met him. He clutched Panda closer, who didn't make a sound. Yao looked down at the black-and-white bear in worry. He looked back up at him; his black, beady eyes bright and adorable.

Yao couldn't help it. He was so damn cute! He crushed Panda in his arms with a choking hug. Panda made a small noise as Yao squeezed the life out of him, proving that he was perfectly fine. Except for the choking.

As Yao headed off to bed, the crushing fear he'd had earlier about that escaped lunatic, Ivan Braginsky, or whoever, came flooding back to him. His face dripped with cold sweat. The picture they'd shown on the news made him look downright terrifying. Panda made a small noise as Yao set him down on the floor.

Panda scampered out of the room, and Yao walked over to the dresser and put his pajamas on.

He turned around and saw a rather good sized lump under his quilt on his bed. "Huh? Panda?" The Asian inquired. "When did you get in here?" Panda didn't make a sound. Shrugging, and still slightly fearful, Yao shut off the lights and crawled into bed.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip. . .

Water dripped from the faucet in the bathroom. Attempting to calm his nerves, Yao reached his hand down to pet Panda. He couldn't quite reach him, but he felt Panda soothingly lick his fingertips.

If you've ever felt a dog lick you, a panda licking you is pretty much the same. It's just rougher and feels slightly less slimy. It was soothing, really. So soothing, in fact, that Yao found himself growing sleepy. Before long, Yao had fallen asleep, despite the eerie dripping noise that came from the bathroom.

~~~~~. . . .~~~~~

The next morning, Yao woke up slowly and with great difficulty. His head felt heavy and his eyes were squinting to shut out the early morning sun. Still not quite awake, Yao climbed out of his bed and walked to the bathroom. The dripping noise was still there, only there was a greater length of time in between drops.

"Hey, Panda!" Yao called, looking for his black and white friend. "Panda, where ar-?" Yao stopped as soon as he entered the bathroom. Hanging from the head of the shower, was Panda. His throat was slit, and blood dripped down his body and onto the floor. On the mirror, written in poor Panda's blood, was this:

"What's black, white, and red all over? Humans can lick too, you know!"

Thanks for reading, guys. I'm sorry it's so short. Hope you enjoyed.

M: Hi. I'm Otto's closest friend. We've known eachother since we were both very young. I'm sorry to say this, but she's been rather depressed lately, hence why she barely put anything in this AN and why it took her so long to update. Please review, and be gentle with your words. Again, we both sincerely apologize for the shortness of this story.