You are FV-0446, and you have a thinkie-place plan to get rid of those meanies. You hope it works!
“Geowgia, pway wit’ baww!” You say, rolling the ball over to your friend.
“Buh, Owive be meanie and git maddies if we pway!” Geowgia argues, rolling it back to you with a disagreeing tone.
“Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks knyo, buh hab pwan. Gon’ gib Owive owwies!” You whisper, waiting for Rosemary to walk over.
“Wha am poopie and nu-pwetty viwus doin’? Gon teww Wosemawy on-” Olive shouts as you hit her in the head with a very heavy toy.
“Owibe feeb fubbie! Wai mab’ Owibe dubbeh?” Olive slurs, holding her head before passing out.
“Oh, nu! 'Ou huwties Owive! Wait, am gud?” Francis walks over, staring at Olive.
“Owibe nu wemeba’ anybing. Feew fubbie.” Olive says, walking over to Rosemary, who jumps back at seeing her crossed eyes and her confused gait.
“Ou am dummeh nyow, Owive! Git way fwon Wosemawy befowe git sowwy-hoofies! We nu am fwends aneemowe!” Rosemary pushes Olive down, kicking her and walking away.
“Huu-huu… Wosemawy nu wan be fwend…” Olive sobs, walking away to cry quietly.
“Won down! We du it!” You cheer quietly, but you’re not finished yet. You want all those meanies gone for hurting you and your friends.
“Hewwo, Owive.” You say, walking in the room Olive hid herself in and closing the door.
“Wba wan’? Owibe am dubbeh nyow!” Olive cries, as you come closer to her.
“Nu wowwy, Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks hewp 'ou.” You falsely reassure, hugging Olive before kicking her down.
“Huwties! Wai huwt Owibe?” Olive shouts as you cover her mouth, find tape, and tape it closed.
“Mmmm! Mmmm-hmmm!” Olive muffedly says, kicking her legs.
“Nyow, wha tu du fiwst? Oooh, Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks knyo.” You decide, picking up a pair of sharp scissors and cutting Olive’s fluff, and Olive’s skin off with them.
“MMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMM!” Olive tried to scream, but failed.
“Aww done! Nyow, 'ou nu-pwetty tuu! Time tu gu night nights, Owive!” You say, getting the scissors and stabbing Olive’s legs with them. You didn’t not aim correctly-- you wanted her to die slowly.
“MMMMMMMMM! MMMMM!” Olive said, trying desperately to move or say anything.
“Bye bye, Owive!” You wave, shutting the door, getting on a step stool, and locking it.
After that, Olive died a slow death to blood loss and being skinned.
“Whewe Owive?” Rosemary asks, looking around the playroom for her ex-friend.
“Nu cawe! Wan speshew-huggies nyow!” Another fluffy says, trying to mount Rosemary.
“Nu yet, Samuew! We du when Mistah Geowge nu wookin’.” Rosemary says playfully, moving away.
“Oh-tay, fine. Can hab speshew-huggies wit’ nu-pwetties whiwe Samuew wait?” Samuel asks, pointing to the table you’re sitting at.
“Fine, jus nu gib dem babbehs.” Rosemary says, walking away to go play.
“Hewwo, nu-pwetty viwus. Wan pway game?” You hear Samuel say behind you, flashing a big grin.
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