A blue butterfly skimmed past a young boy, making him giggle.
"Hey! You're pretty!"
The butterfly, as if in response, landed on top of the boy's head, then began to fly somewhere.
The curious boy followed the butterfly.
"You're here, you found... a child? That will be sufficient, I am grateful for you."
The boy followed the voice and found a very well-dressed man, holding a bag that had something red spilling over it in a garden filled with flowers.
"Woah! Everything here is so pretty! Is this garden yours, mister?" The boy asked.
The man merely tossed two die in his hand.
"2. How unfortunate."
The boy tilted his head.
"What's going on, mister-"
His words were soon replaced with screams as hordes and hordes of blue butterflies spawned from behind and from the man's eyes. He kept screaming. He felt pain, pain, so much pain.
"Poor child, having to be a vessel for my pain. I beg for your forgiveness, but all will be over soon."
Schink, and the boy's head was beheaded, thudding onto the ground, the butterflies fading into a blue-white sparkling dust.
"A shame." The man sighed, putting the head into the bag along with one other head.
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Picrew Short Stories
FanfictionJust short stories I made from Picrews. This is more of a dump tbh.
