Thread:Enddayss/@comment-26863232-20190219024349/@comment-26863232-20190224191646

Your claws cut deep into flesh. Too deep. They carve out several lacerations across his midsection. Several things happen, things that probably are too graphic for this wiki.

In a second, Fred's eyes widen with terror, but he clenches his jaw to stop himself from screaming in agony. He doubles over and collapses on the floor.

"Dang, I guess.... you really are the killer of candies...." He sputters. "Welp, I'm dead now."

Then he flops like a fish and dies, pink blood and carnage pooling on the floor. Of course, this gore is censored with lollipops and fluffs of cotton candy.