equal {karlnapity}

arsonist's lullaby

Karl's point of view

For the entire morning, I had been feeling weird. Like something was wrong. I recognized this feeling of paranoia, I had felt the same when a bunch of dudes started chopping down trees inside my forest. But this time the feeling was way worse.

I walked to the door of my cottage, my bare feet tapping on the wooden floor. I opened my door and looked outside, not seeing anything wrong. I stepped on the moss that covered the forest grounds.

And then I noticed a huge cloud of smoke emerging from the forest a few miles east. "My beautiful forest!" I exclaimed as I quickly pulled my hand over my hand. A colossal flower picked me up off the floor and raised me high off the ground. Hiding under a thick blanket of leaves another ginormous flower raised from the floor out of nothing. I jumped on the flower as the plant behind me disappeared.

I quickly jumped from flower to flower, having done this a million times before. In record time I arrived at the ashed up and smoldering patch of the forest. "No, no, no!" I said as I dropped on the floor. It was a big black patch of charcoal. I could feel the plants around me mourn and cry about the loss.

"Who did this to you?" I asked at a tree that had a big charcoal patch on its stem. The tree reached out to me with a healthy-looking twig. On the twig was a white patch of fabric.

"White fabric?" I asked the tree, not knowing what it meant. That's when it hit me. "Sapnap," I snarled. I could feel the forest agree with my conclusion and I was pissed. "That guy is gonna pay..." I said vengefully.

I did have to go back to the city to maybe find him, and that's something I dreaded most. Too many people and too many memories. I have gone there at night but that's different, no one is there to judge you. The only things awake are the trees, and they would never judge me.

So going out at day will be a challenge, even my fellow villains find me an oddball. Or... twisted the fact I have entire conversations with plants and dress like a 1980's kid core steampunk hippy also doesn't help, but everyone judges me and I judge everyone.

That is my entire thing. The fact that most heroes are alcoholic assholes and the villains aren't any better, they just want money or praise. What I want is to set a staple to make a point, but no one thinks about me that way. But that's their loss I guess.

I snapped out of my thoughts and took a breath in. I went to sit on my knees and put both my hands on the floor. Slowly new, short patches of grass and weeds grew over the ashes, starting a new life and healing the ecosystem. "Don't worry my forest, justice will be served." I walked back to my cottage in pure silence, enjoying the forest's daily gossip.

When I arrived at my cottage the sun was already setting, so why not cause some nightly havoc to lure Sapnap towards me?

Light shined in through the roof of the cottage as I made my way inside. I drew the old blinds and climbed on a homemade ladder to a small second floor that had an old antique closet, a large hammock, and a shelf stockpiled with little jars that held butterflies, fireflies, I finally ripped the door open. Inside the closet were a few clothes. Only a colorful hoodie with a green swirl, black jeans, a steampunk gold gas mask, and a pair of holographic goggles. and small ecosystems locked inside. I opened the closet, pulling at the heavy old door that almost seemed to jamb at the wrong moment.

I pulled my brown knitted sweater over my head and replaced it with the colorful hoodie. I took off the burgundy jeans that I was wearing and put on the black denim, sliding the gas mask over my head. I put the goggles over my eyes, making me unidentifiable. I slid my hood over my head and climbed back down the ladder. I walked back in the dark forest, gliding like a shadow through the woods. I was the monster kids told tales about, the perrywinkle hiding somewhere in the cottage, waiting to strike again.

I walked straight to a road, hiding in the bush from passers-by. I crossed the road and walked over the sidewalk, looking for a large important landmark I could mess with. And that's when I walked by a familiar street. I turned into the street and walked past a big school building. The place where all this started, and now I am thinking to myself how I never thought of this. I raised my hand, over my hand vines and all types of plants started to take over the building.

Trees broke windows and roses grew on the walls, blooming a pastel blue color named perrywinkle. I reached in my hoodie's pocket, grabbing a piece of crumpled-up paper and a pen.

"This is assigned to hero Sapnap. I saw you burn that forest to the ground and leave, without coming back. See this as a warning that, if you hurt my forest again, I will personally come for you. This is a death threat. Do with this information as you like, but keep in mind dying. Cuss there's a flower growing inside your lungs. That isn't a fun thing. So don't try and lure me to you. I can and will watch from a distance. ~The person you call Perrywinkle"

I gave the note to a vine of poisoned ivy. "Let no one read this unless it's hero Sapnap," I said to the plant as the vine retreated into its bush. 

I pulled my hands back over my head as another flower scooped me off the floor, lifting me to the rooftop. I smiled to myself. Laying on the roof like this was gonna be a long night if waiting until the fish bites in the bait.

{*Starts singing Guns and Ships out of spite because the writing was THAT bad*} {Editor: Shush it was great :D}