Don't Answer

(THIS IS A STORY THAT WILL GET VERY BLOODY AT THE END. READ AT OWN RISK.)

Snowflake Pinkapple, a white and magenta bunny sat in her den writing out some special papers for some special people. Since last year, she had been bullied for being a bunny. What was wrong with that? She didn't see the trouble. There were plenty of other bunnies in Jamaa, and they didn't get bullied. She finished writing.

"If I gave you a gun, would you shoot me?

If I gave you a knife, would you stab me?

If I gave you a spear, would you spear me?

Don't answer.

I know what you'll say.

Meet me in the deepest depths of Sarepia Forest next week at 11:00 PM sharp.

Come of your own volition or make me drag you there. I don't care."

She printed out 5 copies. Each for the ringleaders of her misery. The five most popular Jammers in Jamaa. Fairy Leafywhip, Velvet Desertice, Ocean Fairberry, Major Vineclaw and, the one who started it all and made Snowflake's life miserable, Countess Chillydeer. Them being extremely famous and popular, everyone knew where they lived and they didn't seem to care about the safety risks. When the clock struck midnight, Snowflake slipped to each of the popular jammers mailboxes and went home to prepare for her meeting.

Snowflake waited at the deepest part of Sarepia. She hid the knife she would use to get her revenge as a clothing item. Nothing more than something harmless, some cosplay. The five jammers came into Sarepia's depths, one by one.

"Are you the one who made me mess up my fur? I suppose I could make a pretty bomb warrior outfit from the grass stains and the ruffled, yet handsome look... But I can do that later. This better be important!" An orange and brown wolf with green eyes said. They wore a white Bow and Arrows, a rare Fox Hat and green Elf Bracelets. 'Fairy Leafywhip,' Snowflake thought. 'The best role player in Jamaa.' Snowflake inwardly scowled.

Fairy often spread rumors about Snowflake and her apparently not knowing what roleplaying was. That wasn't true, but even if it was, what was wrong with that? A light blue and white arctic fox stepped through the bushes. They wore a pair of red Wings, a blue Racoon Hat and some Amethyst Earrings. 'There's Ocean Fairberry. She's the most popular model in Jamaa.'

She hadn't done anything, not even try to stop Snowflake's bullying. Even if she hadn't done anything herself, she didn't do anything to make it better. That made her just as guilty in Snowflake's eyes. "Hello. Are you the one who called me here?" Ocean said in a soft voice. A red and gray falcon flew in.

It wore a blue Top Hat and a black Pearl Bracelet. 'Major Vineclaw,' Snowflake thought disdainfully. He acted as the stereotypical cool and nice kid who would never do anything to a lady that he wouldn't do himself. Snowflake knew better. When in public, Vineclaw wouldn't hurt Snowflake at all, even just a scratch.

When he cornered her at the back of an alley... That was when he showed his true colors. He beat her up so badly, she had to be hospitalized. When she was asked who attacked her, he butted in and said he saw her lying down after being beat up by a gang.

He said he would have chased them, but he had to take care of Snowflake first. And just to play up the facade more, he paid for the hospital bills and made himself seem like a big old hero. Snowflake felt the most disdain for this piece of scum. "Who do you think you are, telling me to come at this hour? You're lucky I'm so nice or I might have not have come at all!" Major said harshly, having a menacing gleam in his eyes. A white and black coyote wearing a rare Flower Crown and red Cupid Wings tip pawed inside.

'There's Velvet Desertice. She's the most skilled gamer in the land.' Snowflake thought. Velvet made fun of the fact that Snowflake wasn't very good at games. She did it in front of everyone too, so everyone came to her for easy gems. And when she refused, they kept trying and coercing her untl she broke. "What's with the creepy note huh? I'm a gamer, not a detective." Velvet snapped.

A purple and pink Lynx wearing a Spring Flower Crown and rare Faerie Wings stomped in. 'There's the big fish. Countess Chillydeer.' Snowflake hated this one almost as much as Vineclaw. Countess was the one who started it all and made Snowflake's life a living nightmare. She was the most popular jammer, period.

It was taken to such a point that anything she said was gospel, true or not. "Ugh. I can't believe I had to miss out on my beauty sleep for this. I hope you just want something simple!" Countess sneered. Snowflake readied her knife in the shadows. She spoke to all of them for the first time. "A whole year. That's how long you've made me miserable. A whole year. That's how long your bigotry will last." Snowflake said, knife clutched. Fairy was visibly shaking, but tried to hide it. "H-ha ha! You think you're so good at role playing huh? Well, I found your bluff. Come on out and we'll fight this out like real women!" She said shakily.

"This is no roleplay Fairy. I will kill you. I will give each of you a fitting end." Snowflake brandished her knife and slit Fairy's throat and ripped out her vocal cords quick as a flash. "How funny, no? A role player, so dependent on their voice, unable to speak." Snowflake chuckled. She cracked her knuckles and turned towards Velvet. She gouged out her eyes and cut off her paws. "Now how are you going to play games if you're blind and lame? It's awfully difficult to play Scooped with no eyes." Snowflake said.

She turned towards Vineclaw. She leaped towards him and stabbed him repeatedly in several places. She then sliced off his cheeks and lips with chilling speed. "You hospitalized me, now I'm going to do the same to you. And I'll remove that mask of kindness you wear so much." Snowflake said. Ocean stood there, trembling with wide eyes.

"Please... Don't kill me. I won't tell anyone about this. I'll stop doing whatever's hurting you. Just please... Let me live." She whimpered. Snowflake scoffed. "You made your choice long ago." She gripped her knife and slit Ocean's stomach open, ripped off the clothes she was wearing and splattered them with her own blood. "Now bloodstains aren't very fashionable are they? Pity that's all you'll be wearing for the rest of your short life." Snowflake cackled. Then she turned to Countess. She was standing there, deer in the headlights, horrified at what she had just witnessed.

"Was teasing a little bunny worth this? I'm going to make sure you don't ever live to see the light of day again." Snowflake chopped off Countess's limbs slowly, savoring her screams of torment and begs for mercy. No one could hear them. They were in too deep in the forest. By the time Snowflake was done, the five most popular jammers in Jamaa were dead.

Snowflake got back home quickly and hopped in the shower. She was slick with blood and the smell would linger, but it was faint enough to not be noticeable. Snowflake watched as the water beneath her turned a dark red. When she finished, she washed off the knife that did the deed and cleaned it of any pawprints.

News got around the whole land about how the give most popular jammers in Jamaa had died. Many had theories, but none could pinpoint who had done it exactly. Then, reports of bullies disappearing with a note started getting popular. No one ever suspected Snowflake. She got away with everything.

If a small white and magenta bunny asks you to come to Sarepia Forest...

Don't answer.