By MissShadowLovely (2012)
Sister: Brother dear! I’m home from school!
Brother: Tell me, were the children cruel?
Sister: They were cruel, but I was crueler.
Brother: You’re not the average middle schooler.
Sister: Brother, I love all my classes!
Brother: I see that you’ve acquired… glasses?
Sister: Silly brother, these aren’t mine!
Brother: I’ll bet you’re add them to your shrine.
Sister: I got them from my secret crush~
Brother: He gave them to you freely?
Sister: Well… not exactly, brother dear.
Brother: (laugh) Is his heart still beating?
Sister: Well… Yes or no; it’s hard to say.
Brother: Oh dear. What do you mean?
Sister: You see, I had to silence him!
Brother: My dear, you made him scream?
Sister: He caught me stealing bits of hair…
Brother: Oh no… where is he now?
Sister: I put him underneath the stairs!
Brother: I think we should go down…
Sister: See, there he is! He’s conscious now.
Brother: You gagged and bound him nicely.
Sister: The teachers never saw him leave.
Brother: His mistake will soon be pricey.
Sister: Brother, can I keep him here?
Brother: You’ll have to clean him up.
Sister: I’ll do it brother, never fear!
Brother: I see his throat is cut..
Sister: Well… you see… the screams were loud!
Brother: …a tad unorthodox.
Sister: There had to be a way, somehow!
Brother: You slashed his vocal box!
Sister: I don’t know if he’s alive…
Brother: I’d say that I don’t know.
Sister: I’d really hoped that he’d survive.
Brother: His eyes have lost their glow.
Sister: Well, darn! I wanted him to live!
Brother: I doubt he would have made it.
Sister: But I had so much love to give!
Brother: It’s doubtful he could take it.
Sister: I guess I’ll keep him this way, now.
Brother: Inject a serum in his brow.
Sister: This will keep him young for good!
Brother: Now that he’s dead, it *really* should.
Sister: Take out the organs for me, please!
Brother: You always make a mess.
Sister: I get the fluid on my sleeves!
Brother: And blood gets on your dress.
Sister: When we’re done, we’ll sew him up!
Brother: We’ll stuff him full of rags.
Sister: I’d say the body’s fresh enough…
Brother: We’ll have ourselves a snack.
Sister: My sweetest crush, you’re perfect now!
Brother: He’ll never run away.
Sister: As innocent as fate allows.
Brother: Your heart can never break.
