dream o1 ○
[ A mouse was nestled between the sheets, many sheets. It was as if he was cocooned within it all. Soft breathing, eyes closed, the image fades out.
Pierce is on a midday stroll and happens upon the twins whom are standing over a body. The man is still, dead most likely. They are making small talk when finally they notice him. ]
You'll clean this up for us, won't you?
[ They have their axes out. Not wanting a fight, Pierce nods obediently and they shrug and take their leave. His ears drop, slinking up to the faded figure before brandishing his own blade and crouching down. ]
I'm sorry. I really am.
[ He jabs the blade into the man's back, making sure to sever any chances the man might live to a prolonged death.
He's used to carrying dead weight, heaving the man up by the feet and dragging him out from anyone's view, deep into the woods. It's always a good work out, Pierce realizes and having his nerves added to the mix, he works up a good sweat.
The second task begins. The burial. He measures out the perfect sized grave for the man and begins digging a hole. This process takes no more then thirty minutes as the mouse works efficiently. The body is rolled into the hole and buried. The disturbed soil is pat down as the mouse wipes his cheek clear of sweat, soil and perhaps even dried blood. ]
You won't have to go through another cycle... You can be happy now.
[ The transmission ends but the feed continues to record the resting mouse in his cocoon of blankets. ]
Pierce is on a midday stroll and happens upon the twins whom are standing over a body. The man is still, dead most likely. They are making small talk when finally they notice him. ]
You'll clean this up for us, won't you?
[ They have their axes out. Not wanting a fight, Pierce nods obediently and they shrug and take their leave. His ears drop, slinking up to the faded figure before brandishing his own blade and crouching down. ]
I'm sorry. I really am.
[ He jabs the blade into the man's back, making sure to sever any chances the man might live to a prolonged death.
He's used to carrying dead weight, heaving the man up by the feet and dragging him out from anyone's view, deep into the woods. It's always a good work out, Pierce realizes and having his nerves added to the mix, he works up a good sweat.
The second task begins. The burial. He measures out the perfect sized grave for the man and begins digging a hole. This process takes no more then thirty minutes as the mouse works efficiently. The body is rolled into the hole and buried. The disturbed soil is pat down as the mouse wipes his cheek clear of sweat, soil and perhaps even dried blood. ]
You won't have to go through another cycle... You can be happy now.
[ The transmission ends but the feed continues to record the resting mouse in his cocoon of blankets. ]