Because the small guys meet here!

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Ayy! I managed to start doing the first few chapters of the re-read thing. Tomorrow I plan to more of that and finally re-start the outlining thing. Hopefully with more to show you guys also.

Also, I think this chapter has a really cool line. Its the taste lamb one. I don't have much to say about it, I just wanted you to know that I thought it was heat.

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

Kill...Ms.Care?

But...but how?! She's bigger than me! And has the entire school and all its stupid plebs wrapped around her thumb!

Plus, Dad says that the government has eyes everywhere! Especially in our wallets! And how would I buy ice cream without Dad's wallet!?

And wouldn't it be miserable to live like that? Knowing that at any moment someone could turn the corner and go 'This chick a criminal! BOYS! Put her behind DE BARS!' And boom, life over! How could I even sleep with that sorta stress? How-

Demon of inconvenience: "I get it, your anxious."

Susan: "Huh?"

Demon of inconvenience: "Come on, anyone can tell that you're anxious with a face as pale as that. But you're not thinking straight. Not thinking of all the...benefits."

Susan: "Benefits?"

The Demon moved to my left shoulder, perching on it to whisper words that felt akin to a cold wind.

Demon of inconvenience: "Well, for starters, school would stop with Ms.Care gone."

Susan: "It would?"

Demon of inconvenience: "How many classes do you have with Ms.Care as your teacher?"

Susan: "...All of them?"

Demon of inconvenience: "How many classes would you have with Ms.Care dead?"

Susan: "...Holy shit!"

Demon of inconvenience: "Yes, your school is incredibly understaffed."

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Susan: "What does 'Understaffed' mean?"

Demon of inconvenience: "It...it means your school will collapse from a lack of teachers!"

Susan: "Wow, what a specific word!"

Demon of inconvenience: "That is the beauty of the English language Susan, there is a terminology for everything."

Susan: "Awesome...what's a ter-"

Demon of inconvenience: "AND imagine it, Susan! Infinite vacations! No worry about homework, test grades, or anything else. Just...time at home."

Susan: "...Looking at cool clouds with dad and-"

Demon of inconvenience: "And food that doesn't taste like cardboard. Isn't that what you wanted Susan?"

Susan: "Uh, yeah. But...well...Dad said killing isn't popping, and that I should co-exist with her. a-And I'm pretty sure killing goes against that."

The muscles around the demon's eye morphed, twisted, and grew into a hand. And on that hand were strings wrapped around a beating heart.

A shiver went down my spine as I remembered red wool.

Susan: "Is...is that a sheep's heart or-"

Demon of Inconvenience: "It's the heart of a little girl named Susan."

The shiver turned to the feeling you have right before you vomit. As I realized that human and sheep hearts are quite similar. But that wasn't what caused the nausea,

It was the faint taste of lamb on my tongue.

Demon of Inconvenience: "See? You humans kill all the time, but only sometimes is it considered 'evil' or 'murder'. And the simplest explanation as to why? Apathy. Those deaths are trivial or needed for the continued enjoyment of your people. And if your father doesn't care about Ms.Care's death, goes on to enjoy himself more because of it, and is unaware of all the naughty little things you had to do to reach this...happy ending...well, how could that be evil? How could you be evil?"

...

Demon of inconvenience: "...You know what rejecting my truth would mean to your family. So why hesitate when the answer is so clear?"

Susan: "...Because, well...I don't have a mom, and...I don't want Carlo to...not have a mom also. So-"

quish!

As the demon's fist balled the strings of the strung heart cut into the organ's flesh, slowly crushing it.

Demon of inconvenience: "And you believe she'll do the same for you? That someone as cruel as Ms.Care would not speak of every mistake you made and magnify it by a thousand-fold?! That her words wouldn't create a valley with no way across? What then would happen to you and your father? I'll tell you what! He'll take the teacher's word above your own! And your life shall be comprised of endless nights studying and learning how to be 'proper' for a teacher you despise! And as you fall short of every benchmark, as Ms.Care shows him every little fault under your act, as you moan and cry for how 'hard it isss!' a resentment will be seeded into his mind. And grow with time into a hatred of you! SUSAN!"

Clnchh-

QUASH!

Blood slid down my cheek as the strings hung loose with the pieces of my heart.

Demon of inconvenience: "Is that what you want Susan? To be alone in a house too big for you?"

I looked down at the bits of my heart on the ground. And all my mind could think of was Dad.

And how I couldn't lose him.

...No...I won't lose Dad.

Susan: "...What's the plan?"

The Demon's eye shined, its glint a wide and twisted smile.

The final section! (Section.)

Woah, for a small-fry chapter it had a big ending...

BIG ENDING!