The misadventures of Papa Smurf

The Eyes Of Papa Smurf...

I, Papa Smurf, am known as a kind, loving caring Smurf, but I'm not. Everywhere I look I see opportunities to kill. I haven't done it yet, but I can't fight the feeling any longer. The feeling is like a pressure that continues building inside my stomach. The feeling won't stop, so I must do what I have to. I must let my energy out. For now, I will choose an easy target, Clumsy Smurf. I decided to walk to my kitchen and grab a large dagger. I put it in my pants lining on my back. It's well covered by my shirt, and won't be seen by others. I walk to the home of Clumsy. Knock on the door. I doubt he will expect anything. He opens the door. Greets me with a warm smile. He asks why I'm here. I just wanted to see how you were doing I said. He invites me in the paint on the walls cracking off. I notice a puddle on the floor in the kitchen. I will take him into the kitchen, maybe he will slip, and I can take advantage of the situation. I bring him into the kitchen. He walks carelessly into the kitchen right into the puddle, as he slips and falls back. I swiftly reach behind my back pulling the knife out and stabbing him in the chest. He lets out a scream. I pull the knife out and stab him again this time harder, deeper. The pressure in my stomach releasing. The gushing blue blood puts a smile on my face. A knocking on the door turns my smile into a look of seriousness. I go to the door and see that it's Hefty Smurf. I know he isn't gonna care enough to come inside. He is too lazy, so I open the door and walk outside. Greeting him. I'm just helping Clumsy out I told him it's a secret. But then my stomach again built pressure. I knew I had my chance. I welcomed him inside and when he stood above the body in pure terror, I struck him in the head with my hammer. Again feel accomplished. I smile from the blue blood leaking around the floor. I lay in the blood making angels flapping my arms and legs. A week later I now begin to feel a different type of pressure in my stomach. This time it can be cured by a kill. I go to the doctor. They tested me for everything, and finally, My results came back positive for AIDS. I knew Hefty Smurf's fat self got around.