The Piñata Suprise

My Room

The other piñata, odd to say, bounced to my room with me. We both had a conversation about the future. "What's going to happen?" He asked. I replied, "You're going to shed your fur, I call it confetti, personally, but you're going to shed it, and it's going to rapidly grow back." "Other than that, I mean." "Well, other than that, you will murder the first person that's a child that you see, and, afterwards, will give them candy, and turn them into another piñata." "What if I don't want to?" "You will, it's involuntary. Don't worry, you won't be able to die because of it." "That... seems rather odd." "I thought the same." "So... what does that, though?" "Basically, they freeze in place, and you start hitting them with your fists, and then their stomach breaks, like a piñata, ironically, and it pours out candy. I heard on the news it was poisonous." "What do you mean, poisonous? What's it do?" "It causes them to have a stroke." The piñata paused on their next words. "What happens if I don't come into contact with any children?" "I presume you either die, or nothing happens." "Let's hope it's nothing happens. I don't want to murder anyone." "I mean, it isn't your fault. It's just your limbs. Otherwise, I'm quite sure we're basically immortal. I haven't felt any hunger, thirst, or any other needs since I turned." "Immortal? You mean I'll be... a piñata? For the rest of eternity?" "Or at least until the sun explodes." "God." "So, would you like to get your first child out of the way now, or later? Because it will happen." "I... suppose it will be now. Better to swallow the guilt now than later." "Alright. Have any people you dislike?" "No, not particularly." "Alright, let's just... head to the front porch." "What do you mean?" "We need to find someone."