CHAPTER THREE: Dem butchers

“Oh… Well, I’m gonna go take a shower now,” Doragon walked away, mumbling to himself, questioningly.

“Well, that was weird,” Mossfern said. “I wasn’t expecting that at all.”

“Me either,” Darkky said disbelievingly. “Definitely strange.”

Suddenly, police officers. No, wait, it was a butcher.

“RAGH!” the butcher snarled. “I here to kill all of you!”

Darkky blinked. “That’s nice to know.”

Suddenly, Mossfern. She jumped at the butcher, three feet above his head. The butcher used his butcher knife and reached up to Mossfern’s chest, and sliced down her body.

Mossy fell to the ground, guts everywhere.

“Mossfern!” Darkky and Frost both screeched with horror, running over to the their limp sister.

There Mossy lay, gasping for breath—which made sense, because her lungs were… like, two feet away from her body and barely attached to her.

“Mossy! Breathe like your lungs aren’t two feet away from you!” Frost assured.

Mossy looked down at her splayed out lungs, and immediately panicked.

“WAGGGHHHHH!” the butcher snarled. He swung his knife and slashed Frost’s side, and his guts guzzled out. Frost fell.

Darkky stood there. “Great.”

Suddenly, the butcher swung his butcher knife. It hit Frost’s side, causing his guts to fall out. “Mah guts.”

“RAGGHHH!” Doragon shrieked. “What happened?! Danggit, I leave for three minutes and you spill your guts. Great.”

He grabbed some ribbon and wrapped Frost’s side in it. Then he stuffed all of Mossy’s guts back into her torso then set up a weird system to help her breathe. Mossfern was suddenly a cat wrapped up in tubes. It was the only thing that kept her breathing—cuz of her lungs and all.

When they finished getting adjusted, the butcher had left (while intentionally stealing their freaking awesome stock of kidney juice, freaking donkeyface).

“Dang,” Darkky murmured. “Who the heck was that lump?”

“A butcher,” Mossy answered.

“I didn’t know that.” Darkky blinked.

“Well,” Doragon said, pacing, “we ought to leave this city. Start somewhere else where we don’t have to live under tension, and can sell our food knock-offs in peace.”

“YEAH!”

“YAY!”

“LET’S GO!”

“I REALLY HAVE TO GO PEE GOSH DANGGIT!”

“JUST DO IT ON THE FLOOR NOBODY CARES!!”