Meow

“So, what do you think of my earrings, girls?” Bow asked, showing off her new earrings to her classmates, Marshmallow and Apple.

“Oh my goodness they’re so cute!” Marshmallow gushed.

“I agree,” Apple spoke, “but why are you dressed all fancy again?”

“Dad’s got this huge meeting for his job,” Bow explained, “and there’s gonna be a kids area, so he decided to let Dough and I come.”

“Speaking of which,” Dough chimed in, “It’s about time. Let’s go ask one of the adults if they can take us.”

The Cooker children approached the four caretakers.

“Aww, Bow!” Poppy gushed. “You’re so cute! I love your dress sweetie!”

“Thank you Poppy,” Bow bragged, “I know, I’m perfect!”

“Can one of you take us to the Meeple store on Chavez Boulevard?” Dough asked.

MePad spoke up. “I will gladly-“

“You’re not going **anywhere** near an Meeple store.” MePhone had roughly grabbed his little brother, sending pain through his arm. “Do I make myself clear?”

MePad sighed. “I understand…” He never understood MePhone’s hateed toward their father’s company, but he’d listen to him either way.

“Ooh! Ooh!” Toilet chimed up. “I can drive, I can take them!”

“Why don’t you go take them then?” Poppy suggested, wrapping their arms around one of MePhone’s arm in an attempt to calm him down.

“Okay kiddos, follow me!” Toilet was excited. Bow and Dough followed him.

Bow and Dough had arrived at the Meeple store, and of course it was busy. They walked inside and were immediately approached by Tim Cooker, vice president of Meeple, and father of the two children.

“Hello my lovely children!” Cooker greeted them. He loved his kids and would do anything for them. “How was after school care?”

“It was okay.” Dough said.

“Well,” Cooker responded, “the kids area is over there, other workers have their kids over there too, so you won’t be alone.”

Bow and Dough had gotten to the kids area, and was met with scrutinizing judgement.

“Ugh, it’s one of the big boss’ kids…” One kid spoke up.

“What does **that** have to do with anything?” Bow got snappy. She felt intimidated and outnumbered.

“You think you’re better than us, do you?!” Another kid got aggressive.

“Uh… no?” Dough spoke. He sounded like he had an attitude.

“They do!” A third kid spoke up. “Throw them to the streets.”

Despite their protest, the children pushed Bow and Dough outside through the nearby door, and shut it. As Bow banged on the door, she could hear laughing from the other kids.

“Ugh, those jerks!” Bow groaned.

“It’s whatever.” Dough responded. He didn’t really care.

A car’s headlights came approaching. It parked right in front of the two children, and a familiar face to them stepped out of the car. The children recognized his curly golden beard, that wrinkled face, and those round glasses.

“Oh, look!” Dough sounded hopeful. “It’s Mr. Cobs! Mr. Cobs, we-“

*SHRNK*

Dough was stabbed in the neck by the older man. Bow stood there, shocked. This was her father’s most trusted ally, and he just stabbed her brother in the neck. Dough fell to the ground, limp and bleeding.

“Dough!” Bow rushed to her big brother’s side.

“**You.**”

Cobs approached the little girl.

“You gonna say something? Or are you gonna keep that mouth sealed?”

Bow was threatened, but she couldn’t just let her brother die in vain. She had prepared to scream. Cobs took notice of this, and stabbed her 1 times… which turned to 4… which turned to 16… which turned to 64. He had stabbed the little girl 64 times in the stomach and gut. He gathered their bodies in a trashbag.

“I’ve got what I’ve needed. Time to see if my

hypothesis was right.