Yo Gabba Gabba's POV
I awoke with a start, ripping my blankets off of my pale, sickly body. Shouting could be heard from the kitchen area, and I crept through the vents of our cozy home towards all the chaos.
As I peered through the vent, I couldn't see much--Ashton laying on the ground, blood smeared up and down his arms, some pooled on the floor beside him. Sadie frantically on the phone with who I assumed to be the police, Janae wrapping his arms with bandages.
Oh, yes, I thought to myself, sweet, inevitable death. How I've been longing for you to come upon us. I licked my lips tenderly and pressed my face closer to the vent in hopes to get a better view.
"Yo Gabba Gabba," I grunted. I clawed at the vent, wishing to get a taste of the boy's sweet, young blood. But soon I heard sirens approaching, and knew that now couldn't be the correct time--no, I'd taste blood later in the night. Now the police were at the door, Calum rushing towards it to open it, and then Ashton was being rolled out on a gurney. I turned and headed back to my place in the attic, thinking of how I wished I'd come out of the vents and gotten a taste of the boy's blood before the police had arrived.
Next time, Gabba. Next time.
