Over the forest and through the woods...

[seasalt_sunset]

Who: Xion and Tamaki
When: Wednesday Night
Where: The Forest
Summary: Tamaki comes to check on Xion to see if she's been being a good girl.
Rating: PG13-R
Warnings: Extreme creepiness, possibly blood and torture. Did I mention creepy?

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[daddysaysno]

He leaned down over her, tilting his head. "Have you been a good girl, Haruhi?"

Tamaki looked much different than the day or so ago. Vines that hand been on the clown had begun to grow on his right arm and had crossed one or two tendrils across his chest. The fabric of his blazer was torn in a lot of places, some frays lightly dotted with blood. The head of the creeping vine had passed his shoulder and brushed the side of his neck. He offered his right hand to her that still had the cuts from his birthday on his palm and new ones from the vine that even wrapped and curled loosely around his fingers.

[seasalt_sunset]

She shot back, eyes wide open. What the heck had happened to him!? It was hard to look at, him changing like this. Averting her gaze to his shoes, she backed up against the tree and murmured. "I...told you that I don't like it when you call me that."

[daddysaysno]

"It's your name, after all, and a very beautiful name at that. You should be proud of it. Have you been lost here for long?" He still stepped closer to her. "Here, let Daddy help you to your feet."

[seasalt_sunset]

"...It's not my name!" She snapped at him and fumbled up to her feet by herself. "That's...really mean, when you do that!"

Another few steps backward, and she found herself pressing against the bark of the tree, jagged edges poking into her. She winced.

[daddysaysno]

His smile disappeared when she yelled at him. Rather than anger, a blank expression developed.

"You know, when you're dead you won't be able to apologize for the mean things you say. You should apologize sooner, rather than later."

[seasalt_sunset]

"When I'm...dead?"

She crossed her arms, unable to allow herself to forfeit her stern demeanor.

"...You wouldn't."

[daddysaysno]

Vines wrapped around her ankles, jerking her back to the dirt. "No, Not me. Mr. Chuckles, though. He doesn't think you're very funny." It dragged her in the dirt and then lifted her in the air by her feet.

"Hey, Haruhi, do you know any jokes? Tell me something really funny!" He smiled up at her.

[seasalt_sunset]

She hung limply, eyes forced shut, dirt and small scratches covering the revealed skin. "O-Ow...I..."

The girl let loose a cough. "J-Jokes...?"She shook her head. "I...Are you really okay with this? Hurting me...? How can you smile!?" her shouting has gotten a little less stern, and a little more panicked.

[daddysaysno]

"Not even a knock knock? You've got to know some jokes."

[seasalt_sunset]

"You acting like this...that's the joke, here!" She threw her arms up, or rather, down.

[daddysaysno]

"Here, let me show you." He cleared his throat. "Knock knock."

[seasalt_sunset]

After a few seconds of hesitance. "...Who's there?"

[daddysaysno]

"Drop."

[seasalt_sunset]

She already knew what was about to happen, but she answered anyway. "Drop who?"

[daddysaysno]

"Drop you!" The vines let go and Tamaki caught her in his arms. The thorns couldn't cut through her jacket, but they cut back into himself, but he still didn't seem to feel it at all.

"Wasn't that fun? You need to learn more jokes, little one!" He put her back down on her feet.

[seasalt_sunset]

"...You're hurt." Her eyes manage to stay on him and study the blood trickling out of him. "I'll tell you as many jokes as you want if you stop this!" She threw her hands in front of his face. "You're bleeding!"