Post by Flippy on Jul 31, 2012 23:29:58 GMT -5
It was in the middle of the day and a large group of people were having a little get-together by the lake. There were many children that were either learning to walk or learning how to add double-digits, all playing with bouncy balls or frisbies with their small dog. The adults were watching them,. Also talking to the other parents and older people. Everyone was having a good time, and was even starting a campfire to raise marshmallows. Roasting marshmallows in the middle of the day? That was new. But their happy was about to bring them their death.
Flippy was not to far away, sitting on a small cliff with a fishing rod in his hands. He's caught a few fish, but none big enough to be proud of just yet, so he tossed them back. Than the smell of smoke invaded his nostrils, Immediately bringing his full attention. A fire? It got him a little antsy, and he just had to investigate.
When he came to the scene there were a few men working up a fire from the Firepit someone brought to the gathering. His eyes were locked on it as he had to hold himself up with a tree. His eyes became filled with hatred and insanity, and it did bring the attention to a few protective parents.
"Hey mister!" a young boy shouted. "Can you toss the Frisby over here?"
Flippy noticed a blue frisby by his feet, and slowly but surely he picked it up. But he didn't Throw it back, instead he walked slowly over to the boy, giving him the frisby, still holding that insane look.
"Thank you sir-"
The boy's skin colour oases into a snowy pale, and blood drained outsell his chest. Flippy brought out his dagger, a treasure he always had with him, and stabbed the boy in the chest, quickly killing him. The other children screamed and ran to their parents who quickly tried to escape. But Flippy didn't allow it. He kicked over the firepit, starting a fire that burned a few adults and children, even a four month old baby was engulfed in flames. He broke necks, ripped off limbs, cut throats, and by thhe end of it all, every single person was dead. The flames from the pit were settling down and Flippy was able to walk over them and stepped a few feet into the lake until he was up to his knees, staring crazed at what he made. He turned the lake red. This was a sickening sight to see, but Flippy loved it all.
Flippy was not to far away, sitting on a small cliff with a fishing rod in his hands. He's caught a few fish, but none big enough to be proud of just yet, so he tossed them back. Than the smell of smoke invaded his nostrils, Immediately bringing his full attention. A fire? It got him a little antsy, and he just had to investigate.
When he came to the scene there were a few men working up a fire from the Firepit someone brought to the gathering. His eyes were locked on it as he had to hold himself up with a tree. His eyes became filled with hatred and insanity, and it did bring the attention to a few protective parents.
"Hey mister!" a young boy shouted. "Can you toss the Frisby over here?"
Flippy noticed a blue frisby by his feet, and slowly but surely he picked it up. But he didn't Throw it back, instead he walked slowly over to the boy, giving him the frisby, still holding that insane look.
"Thank you sir-"
The boy's skin colour oases into a snowy pale, and blood drained outsell his chest. Flippy brought out his dagger, a treasure he always had with him, and stabbed the boy in the chest, quickly killing him. The other children screamed and ran to their parents who quickly tried to escape. But Flippy didn't allow it. He kicked over the firepit, starting a fire that burned a few adults and children, even a four month old baby was engulfed in flames. He broke necks, ripped off limbs, cut throats, and by thhe end of it all, every single person was dead. The flames from the pit were settling down and Flippy was able to walk over them and stepped a few feet into the lake until he was up to his knees, staring crazed at what he made. He turned the lake red. This was a sickening sight to see, but Flippy loved it all.
