Peppa pig is existing

It was an unsunny day (7 days before)

Peppa was listening to black parade by my chemical romance when George, her little brother, busted into her room.

"Peppa, please, this isn't a healthy lifestyle. We share a fucking room, you need to stop painting dnf fanart on my fucking walls oh my god-"

She interrupted him, reaching down from her bunk bed and and putting her finger over his mouth as if silencing a small child. George could hear the music coming from her pink ears.

"What are you going to do Gregory? Go tell mummy pig???? George you need to get this stupid fucking fantasy out of your dense skull. She isn't real-"

"Peppa holy shit you aren't roleplaying again are you? Stop trying to shove your young adult dystopia novels on me, I'm two fucking years old."

"Fucking little bitch ass punk," peppa said, extending her neck to see him eye to eye. The crunching of bones had always sickened George, but he had learned to deal with it. "I saw you looking at feet pics the other day. Does your little "mummy pig" know about that???? Does she?"

Gulping, George finally decided he would stand up to his horrible sister for once. Years upon years of verbal abuse and this is what broke him. She had to bring up the feet pics....

"I heard you say "uwu" unironically the other day."

She pulled out a fucking machine gun and killed him, then went into her hoodie pocket and took out a machete and stabbed him for good measure. No one could know this information. It was for his own good.

She needed to hide his body before anyone saw, so she calmly dragged him into the closet. Every time she shoved him in though, he came tumbling out. No matter what she did.

"I always knew you were gay Gregory.

Why did you hide it from me?"

A single tear was shed. She needed to find somewhere else to hide the body.