Medley looked around the dark street as they strolled along. Tomboiii was whistling a Twenty-One Pilots song. They were looking around for their next victim, for it was Medley the Murderer's favorite day: Friday the 13th.
Medley put his hoof out in front of Tomboiii suddenly.
"Hey, Tombs, look."
Tomboiii stopped whistling and looked where Medley was pointing. There was a blue pony with brown hair a few yards away. She seemed oddly familiar to them both, but they didn't say anything. Medley handed Tomboiii a knife and pointed at the blue pony, mouthing "Go get her!"
"Medley, I have no clue what you just mouthed under that mask."
"Oh, right. Just, go stab her or somthin'," he nodded to her knife.
"Wh-what?! Me!? B-but she looks so nice!"
"Too bad, you need to learn."
"Wha--ugh... Fineee."
Tomboiii walked over to the nice blue pony and whispered in her ear.
"Hey, uh, I'm sure you're a really nice pony, and I'd love to hang yo- hang with you, but..."
Tomboiii slipped the knife between her ribs and winced at her cry of pain. She watched the blue pony crumple and start bleeding.
"Sorry. He wanted me to do it," she pointed at Medley, whose face was a mixture of laughter and pity. He walked up next to her and surveyed the carnage.
"Nice work. You must've hit something vital."
Tomboiii glanced at her work.
"...I done did a murder."
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Medley an' Tomboiii: Murder Adventures
Humor"Tombs, that's not how you hold a knife." Medley the Murderer and Tomboiii the Biggest Gay are somehow murder partners. Only problem: Tomboiii is new. Like, very new. Will they get caught? Can Tomboiii learn the ways of murder? Could this descriptio...
