Axel The Shredder

Chapter Juan

An: hello my friendly friends. So this is my creepy pasta oc. Herve furn

I WILL SPELL CHECK SOON MY CHICKENS

I dashed out of the sawmill and gasped for air. I had never been so tired. My stomach flew out of my body when I crouched down to catch my breath. ((dead_not_sleeping42 was wondering how her stomach flew out. I told her that it wanted to be free))

(((Be free little stomach)))

((((Aw fuck she's putting me back in noooooooooo ~squishing noises~))))

I groaned as I slowly went over to grab it. As I reached down, I saw my hands. They were covered in blood. I rolled my eyes.

I didn't care much that I just hacked 50 people to pieces although I should have. I really should have been worried that I was cut in half and I wood glued myself together.

Suddenly I was a psychopathic freak that no one will ever love.

Sounds like fun huh.

I heard police sirens and cursed under my breath. I must have left one stupid guy alive.

I strapped my new chainsaw to my side and dashed into the woods.

Woods.

That's where psychopathic people hide don't they? I mean, nice trees to sleep in, nice think forest to hide, and of course the occasional children to eat

Wait, Eat?? I never thought of that before. Stance how everything just changed.

Just eat a few still beating hearts and suddenly the whole world just is begging to be eaten.

After an hour or so I came upon a small cabin. I heard laughing and music.

Oh how long it had been since I could laugh like that.

I had a strange sense of blood lust now. I didn't know exactly where it had come from but I wanted it to go away.

On an instinct that wasn't my own I dashed through a window in the house and slaughtered them all.

There were children in the house. Lots of children. Laughing and danceing and small and innocent children.

And I had taken those child hearts and put them in a bag. Those children were in small pieces now. Not that I really cared anymore

It was different being a psychopathic murderer instead of a normal high school girl.

I licked my hands and thought harder at why I was alive but my brain didn't exactly feel like working right then.

So I just kept going to assorted cabins and killing all the inhabiters and taking their hearts.

At one point I filled up my backpack.

Mind you I completely diced up their bodies.

Now if I could just find the black market that would be real nice.