Soon, I see something in the night. A flash, then nothing. Then a few more flashes. Gunfire. It's in the distance. One of them was caught, or it's just a gang fight. Either way, people are dead. The wait continues. In the morning, I continue to stay awake. I am incredibly bored. So is the other piñata. I wonder where the one I turned earlier is. My legs are now mostly pink, and are kind of bendy. My neck feels a little loose. My fur feels loose, and is smaller. Nothing but paper shows on my skin. I've been experiencing odd changes, recently. Mainly during the night. It does not hurt, but it is odd. The other piñata, my friend, is not feeling the same. He is quite rigid, as always. It is odd. I feel a slight bend to my legs, which corrects itself when I stand tall, at 3 feet. I move towards the door, slowly, to go out and find someone to have them join us. Once I get out, the other doesn't follow me. They just sit, and wait. Once I get out the door, I go to a nearby house, breaking in through the window, which I kind of lift. I then find the child's room, wake them up, and feed them some candy. Their tired eyes become wide, as they freeze. They are around 9, only lightly younger than me. They slowly turn, their legs extending out, as well as their arms. Their arms then fatten, getting thicker, into a kind of strut. It is pink, like my legs, and they have a secondary color of red. They have a heart on their stomach, and they have wide, black eyes. They are small, only being around 2 feet tall, but can walk after only an hour. They appear to be intelligent. They stand, screaming out "Who the hell are you! What did you just do to me! Why can't I move my knees!" Though I know nothing comes out, I panic lightly, and try to force them out the window. "You're a piñata, ok? You don't breathe or eat, and you can only bounce."What do you mean I'm a piñata? The-" They stutter. "The heck do you think I am? A panda? I'm a human!" "I was as well. Now, you're a piñata, and, I believe, immortal." "Hm. Go away, please." "Without me, you're going to either die or start your own segment of piñatas." "What do you mean, my own segment of piñatas?" "Just trust me on this." "You just came in my window and attempted to either murder or kidnap me! I shouldn't trust you!" "Well, do you want to take your chances with your parents? And the police?" "No, please, don't turn me in. It wasn't me, I swear!" "Jesus, I'm not the police! Just calm down, and come with me." They got up, and began following me. I led them back to my house, where my friend was looking out the window. "What are you thinking!" He demands, whilst I am trying to calm her down. "Getting in another person! What the He-" He quickly notices he isn't making an impression on her. "Hello? Is there anybody home?" She gives him a confused look. It was a woman. A woman. Of course they turn into a valentines piñata. Of course. Sexism at its finest, whatever decides on the piñata type! Sexism at its finest. Anyways, she just asked me why the other piñata was looking at them strangely. "Oh, don't worry, it's just... odd. You can't communicate, I don't think." I answered, slightly panicked. I replied to the other one, Jim, if I recall correctly, "Why do you think I got another person? We need more people to survive." "We already have enough problems." "It will take us a while, but she will work."
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The Piñata Suprise
HorrorWhen 10 year old Daniel attends his classmates birthday party, he expects nothing to go wrong. Until he gets home. In this tale of horror, Daniel is guided by not his own actions, but those of another being, in order to murder, after he consumes the...