captain_slinky | Molly Madness

The other morning I was lying in bed, minding my own business, when Molly came in and stood very close to the bed right at the foot of it so that all I could see was her head and shoulders. She was smiling... odd. Big, wide eyes and a forced "Joker Rigormortis" open-mouthed bared-teeth grin. Really creepy. And she just stood there, grinning at me.

i said "Hey, Punkin'... whatcha doin'?"

She didn't move, but I heard a "Whiiiir, WHIIIrrrr" come from whatever she was holding just below my line of site.

"Whatcha got there, Punkin'?"

Whiiir whiir WEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Keeping her face in that gruesome wide-eyed death-grin, she jerked her toy CHAINSAW up right parallel next to her face with both hands and started to giggle as a screamed in terror.

Then she cut my feet off.

I can't help but think that i should be worried. Not about the missing feet - it was just pretend. i still have my feet. Worried about *her*. But also impressed and kinda proud?