The Smile Murders
I do not own Hey Arnold Characters just any oc characters in the story. I do not own any references from shows, movies, games, etc.
Prologue: The First Of Many
It's raining hard on the streets of Hillwood this dark Friday night. The wind is howling, animals and vermin are taking shelter from the cold and breeze night, and not a soul is out on the streets tonight... all except one.
A preteen wearing a light blue jacket runs as their red shoes soak up water as he runs. They turn behind them to see if anyone is there, but, see no one in sight. They continue running until they come across a deep slop. They hesitate to continue until they hear a familiar whistle.
(Insert Kill Bill Whistle)
They turn to see a figure in a black hoodie with black jeans and black boots still whistling that damn eerie tone. What makes it worse is the figure's hand twirling a knife in their hand.
The preteen then starts to run down the sidewalk until they hit a trash can knocking them into an alleyway. They held their scream so their pursuer wouldn't find them. They see the figure walk by still whistling that damn song as they walked by.
(End Kill Bill Whistle)
The preteen breathes a sigh of relief as they go for their beeper. When they pull it out a knife is swung down onto their fingers severing the thumb, the index, and the middle finger. The preteen then screams in pain and horror as they back away from their attacker. The figure just stared at the preteen as their hoodie fell off revealing orange hair and a freckled face.
"Please, I don't know what this is about, but if you need money you can have it!" Shouted the preteen as they threw their wallet at them. The figure ignores it and walks forward stepping on the beeper and crushing it beneath their foot. "No, no don't I have family and friends who care about me!" 'Splash' "My boyfriend will miss me!" 'Splash' "At least tell me why you're doing this!" The preteen shouted at the figure as they stopped in front of them.
The figure then picks up something from their pocket and throws it at them. The preteen picks it up and sees what the figure has thrown at them. "This is why you're killing me! A stupid fucking book made by a seventh grader a year ago!" They shouted at the figure as they raised their knife. "No please don't!" The preteen screamed. The figure plunged their knife into the preteen's chest. The preteen then cried in pain as the figure continued until only gurgling blood was coming out of their mouth. The figure stood up and then grabbed a class picture of the previous students. They then stabbed through a picture whose name was Eugene Horowitz. The figure then tilts its face to the sky as a nearby light post shined down onto its face revealing a mask with a blood-red smile.
This was only one of the many murders to occur in this story. If you are sensitive to graphic details of blood and gore, sexual content, and mentions of implied rape or suicide, leave now or forever hold your peace.