"CANDY! CANDY! CANDY!"
Oh, how the mere mention of the tiny wrapped sweet drive every child to an overwhelming will to just rip it apart and eat the prize inside.
Oh, it makes adults groan at the sight of it as their children beg them to waste their money on an item that will only last for a minute or two.
Oh dear, it makes it even more delicious as the child feast on the maddening taste of all sorts of candy as I look over my own.
Granted, I had my own sorts of candy, a lollipop in between my furry lips and dangle it ever so carefully but not actually eating it.
The taste of the sweets humanity makes is nothing but a dull aftertaste of a piece of gum being chewed for too long.
The candy I savor is the candy that hides beneath a pinata waiting to be ripped open.
I wait in the counter, nothing more than just a simple teddy bear amongst the crowd full of other plushies that bear no resemblance to me whatsoever.
I wait, not moving but to see by my own eyes by every child that passes by.
If any child looks, I look at them and hope for the best to see if they're to be my treat for the night, but they always leave too soon.
'What a disappointment!'
I tell myself, moving to another shop with the lollipop still in my furry lips, but this was a normal occurrence I would see and deal with every day.
Even as I look at myself in the mirror, my true self is just too much for me to bear.
Pun not intended, unfortunately.
My stomach filled with stuffing (emptiness for a plushie bear like me) rumbled and churned as I set myself on another shelf and waited for some child, someone, ANYONE to just get me and let me get my sweets.
And with sudden luck by my side, the very morning on a Sunday time in an antique store, a young boy with crystal blue eyes caught my beady eyes almost immediately and caused me to look right at him.
The young boy glanced at me for a second before locking eyes with me, he paused for a moment, both of us looking at each other until he let go of his Father's broad hand and ran up towards me.
I stood still, my beady eyes still locking with his eyes and smiled even wider as he looked at me and raised up his small hands to pick me up and look at me even closer.
I knew very well then that this boy was going to be my sweet, sweet candy!
What fun it was to tear the boy apart with my sharp claws and watch him scream out in pain as his back contorted all the way back up in my lap.
His blood, sweat, and tears mixed all together to show his pain and fear as he raised up his hands and tried to push away my dismembered face as he screamed out for his Father.
It made me laugh, honestly, it really did!
I took my sharpest claw and dug deep into the boy's stomach and twirled all around to catch a string of a twister and pulled it right out.
The small boy screamed so loud that I had to forcibly chomp down at the boy's other intestinal sweets that made him stop and shake incomplete shock.
Oh, how I savored the taste of syrup that drained from his jaw-breaker eyes and his gummy teeth glimmered below my crimson eyes.
Oh yes, how wonderful it is to have a delicious taste of candy that children like this boy thrives in every day in their pathetic lives.
I am truly blessed to eat away at the boy's brain and chomp down at the hardening shell if his lollipop head and eat away at the gums.
Oh, how I am blessed indeed, although, I might have to argue about it the soulful taste from the boy's tongue; that part is just too sour.
I do wonder why but this boy had enough taffy in him for me to chomp away at the night with a toothy smile.
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Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended
TerrorI made these stories back when I had the capability to write as much as I could until my school decided to kill me. So enjoy these stories that have gore, dead kids, depressing stuff, and whatnot. Good luck. Oh yeah, there's a lot of GORE did I men...
