KVV goretober 2023+2024 Stories

pt 22 BB& Micheal Quinn (Ft vagabond)

The room was dank, it smelled of rot and the stench of months old blood and guts and rotten flesh filled the room. The air was sticky and he tried to not breathe too much as to not let much of the scent into his mouth. But when he saw the figure he breathed in involuntarily. His first of many last mistakes. The figure walked down the stairs and hummed to the tune of the old war song "run, rabbit, run". As he finished he grabbed a short spearhead.

As he walked towards the tied soon to be victim, he was about to impale him when surprisingly the victim freed himself from the rope and he got up with a fast speed before swinging the chair at the assailant. Knocking him back and cracking his mask in half. As he dropped the chair and took a breath. The assailant stood up and narrowed his eyes before charging him and impaling his heart with the spear.

After super gluing the mask together, granted a new paint coating was in order. He then started carefully cutting open his skull and pulling out the brain and eventually other non damaged organs he started stuffing a large wolf plush toy made for kids. Then he got a darker idea and first he peeled off the face before chopping the rest of the body and grinding it. Then he filled the plush toy with it. Then he sewed it shut with the face visible. Finally. He put it into a box and he poured packing peanuts into it. Then he mailed it out

(Vagabond)
As he snuck into the police station and snuck to the detective's office he saw the box and as he opened it the stench wafted out the room. As he took a step back he narrowed his eyes as he took a deep breath,stepped forward and opened it and saw his brother's face sewn onto the wolf plush toy. He stepped back, not startled or shocked but in numbness. Who would expect this... Who would do this... Who would. As he noticed an envelope from inside he picked it up, opened it and read it.. as he read each line he gripped it tighter before narrowing eyes and throwing it across the room. He left the precinct immediately. Silent as the wind. He knew who the serial killer was and like wise they knew him not his mask. Not his persona. But deep down. They knew. Oliver Quinn