After weeks of peace, teenagers started dying last week. Daily, authorities are finding dismembered bodies. They are either without heads, or it’s just the head—gapping mouths in silent screams, clouded over, half-missing eyes, deep holes chewed into the sides.
Inspector Seaweed was on the scene early today when the fifth half-eaten chunk of little fishy was found.
“We seem to have a serial eater in the tank. Someone who delights in leaving gruesome evidence of their midnight snacks,” he said, then promised to find the culprit before all the little ones became chum. Considering he didn’t have any success when the first batch of babies began to disappear, we don’t have much faith in him.
We reached out to console Beetlejuice and Smee and found both in an understandably foul mood.
“If they weren’t so much like their mother, they’d probably still be alive,” Beetlejuice grumbled.
“Why are you trying to comfort me?” Smee said. “Those brats aren’t mine.”
We left the two to their grief and denial and asked Milktoast what she thought about the crimes.
“I don’t know,” Milktoast said. “There’s a lot of animosity between Beetlejuice, Brain/Einstein, PUC, and SweetTart. I suspect this is revenge eating. But with Smee’s utter lack of motherly concern, I say everyone is suspicious…even Beetlejuice. I don’t trust his ‘good dad’ display.”
Authorities closed the prison a month ago, so chances are nothing will be done to the murderer if they are found, but knowing which resident is so sick as to partially eat children is half the battle toward conquering fear.
—The Bubbly Review
Written In Ink 