23rd Blood | The Milkening

[makemebreakfast]

[After the events of Westport, Arcueid knows full well to never touch a glass of milk. The first time she had ever decided to drink the Milkman's milk had resulted in her ingesting an infinite amount of spiders...which promptly killed her

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[Action | About the town] - Plz to be making with the death and/or horribleness!

[doofenstrudel]

[Heinz kept to himself on his walks home from work, if he could help it. Anti-social mad scientists tended towards such behavior. But today, now that he was lucid and milk-free, he was paying attention. He was on his guard.]

Oh boy, oh boy, alright, cross the street, avoid that one over there...

[If he moved fast and avoided eye contact, perhaps he'd be able to get home in one piece!

Oh crud, he had been so preoccupied avoiding one messed-up citizen that he was just feet away from another messed up citizen.]

...Hello, neighbor! What a... wonderful day we are having!

[Maybe if he played drone, he could buy himself a few moments to get away.]

I simply can't turn down a request for death xD

[makemebreakfast]

Of course! It's the sort of day where I just wish I could laze about on the lawn without a care in the world. Oh, but I simply must hurry to the store or else dinner won't be done in time!

[Arcueid continues to smile in Heinz's direction as she approached him. It's hard to tell whether or not she's going to just pass him by or do something absolutely horrible...but the creepy, empty smile seems to point toward the latter option.]

[doofenstrudel]

[Ooh, it may be working! He keeps up the smile, making a hat-tipping gesture as he strides forward and hopefully past her.]

I'd better not keep you away from feeding your family! Take care, now!

[makemebreakfast]

[Nope, hope is dead. When Heinz comes within arm's length, Arcueid will immediately shoot her hand out to grab him by the throat.]

Oh you're such a kind and polite man, it's a shame you have to go so soon!

[doofenstrudel]

Ghhkk...!

[It's not a very thick neck. Easy to get a hand around, easy to hold onto his throat. Although Heinz is flailing and struggling and pulling at her wrist with urgency.

Breathing's good. He had come to enjoy it! He'd like to keep doing it.]

[makemebreakfast]

Golly whatever is the matter, Mr. Doofenshmirtz? You sound like you've got a sore throat!

[The droned Arcueid continues to smile warmly as her claws find their way into Heinz's abdomen, and slowly begin to work their way up his torso. Her supernatural weapon slides quite easily through the man's flesh...however Arcueid herself seems almost unaware of what her hand is doing.]

[doofenstrudel]

Hnnnnnnnn!!!

[The kicking and flailing stops for an abrupt moment, as his legs curl behind him and his arms tighten from the sudden agony of having claws in his belly.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't happen. This wasn't how things worked. Not how they worked at all. It was impossible. And that refrain of denial ran on repeat through his head as her claws drew upwards, slicing him open.]

Ihhk...! Eeehmh..!

[Pink froth is on his lips, and he's kicking again, intermittently.]

[makemebreakfast]

[Once her hand works its way up to his chest, Arcueid rips it from his body. She continues smiling, but also lets out a rather feminine giggle.]

Oh Mr. Doofenshmirtz, you're such a comedian!

[The vice grip of her hand releases his throat, and she allows him to drop back to the ground.]

It's been SUCH a pleasure speaking to you!

[doofenstrudel]

[He jerks... or perhaps it's just the residual force from having been gutted. There are just tiny, little gurgling noises coming from him now.

The Doctor hits the pavement wetly, landing belly-down, head bouncing once and coming to rest to the side. If she cares to look, ah, she can see the light fading from his absolutely horrified eyes.]

[makemebreakfast]

You be safe out here, Mr. Doofenshmirtz, I wouldn't want your wife to have to worry!

[With that, Arcueid slams her foot into Heinz's skull, splattering it across the pavement before she casually resumes her walk toward the shops...at least there was some semblance of mercy.]