After Elmo arrived at Zoe's dirty house. Like, clean the place you nasty whore.
Elmo had sat on the lint and food-covered couch, internally cringing. After some uneventful small-talk, there was a knock on the door.
It was the pizza! Zoe skipped over to the door, her passing him made him able to smell her fishy coochie. He gagged so hard, but luckily Zoe was busy answering the door. "Hey, Oscar! Are you working to get money for your drug addiction or your alcohol addiction this time?" She questioned in her usual chipper voice. "Both." He responded gruffly. "Byeee Oscar!!!" She waved him off, which he returned with a middle finger.
Elmo had volunteered to get the plates and pizza ready while Zoe picked a movie. Ugh, this cunt had horrible taste, but he wouldn't have to watch it for long with what he was going to do next. He pulled out a bottle of sleeping medication, popping the bottle open and pouring it on her slice.
"Have you picked a movie yet?" Elmo had seen Zoe coming down from the stairs. "Yeah, I have! I was just getting Rocco!" Zoe's last sentence made him boil with rage. But this would make his task slightly easier. "Here's your slice, Zoe!" He handed the plate to her with a smile worthy of an Oscar. (Not trash Oscar lmao)
Zoe was messily eating her pizza, sauce getting all over the place, even on Elmo. Elmo considered committing murder, but a lifetime in jail didn't sound appealing.
He heard a loud thump, which was obviously Zoe's watermelon-shaped head. He let out a laugh that could rival even Light Yagami's. He quickly picked up the rock, squeezing it so hard sand was falling to the ground. "You have caused me much anguish over these past few years, luckily I can't go to jail over destroying a fucking rock." Elmo stepped outside, the sun beating down on his face adorning a beautifully sadistic smile.
Elmo put his years of Football to use and kicked the rock so hard it went to the sun and crumbled into a pitiful pile of space dust. NFL was now crying since they missed such a talented player as Elmo.
Zoe woke up to see Elmo's wide-eyed grin. "Oh! Elmo, you scared me. I wonder why I was so sleepy? Did you take care of Rocco while I was out?" She looked up at him and noticed something was amiss. "Elmo..?" Zoe asked, sweating slightly at her 'friend's disturbing expression. "Of course, Zoe. I took care of him. You know... as in, TAKE CARE." Elmo widened his already impossibly wide grin. "I-I'm not sure I follow, Elmo." Zoe laughed nervously. "Of course the dumb whore wouldn't get it. Always needing someone to explain stuff to you, huh?" He dropped his grin and let his years of pent-up resentment fill the room. Zoe was scared, was this really Elmo? The sweet Elmo who always responded to her questions and hung out with her... the only one she felt she could really open up to? "What's going on, Elmo? Are you ok? What's happening??" Zoe was getting increasingly concerned, her pitch rising slightly with each inquiry.
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" Elmo snapped at her, throwing her back onto the sauce-covered table. "I kicked it, Zoe." His previous grin now returned full force. "I kicked your dirty, stupid little rock out of your delusional life." Elmo was eagerly awaiting her response, eyes searching hers for a slight change in expression. He wanted to burn this moment into his retinas. "You mean Rocco? Elmo why would you make such a horrible joke...?" Zoe's response didn't add up to her actions, she looked at the spot where she last left Rocco. "Elmo... you're joking, right?" She looked near hysterical, hoping for a different answer than what she was expecting to come out of his fuzz-covered lips. He just laughed. He laughed and laughed. Zoe had tears slowly streaming down her pink disgusting face while listening to Elmo's cackling fit.
Lmao why did it become horror at the end?