#isshh

azzsdfghjkl i've been messing around for about an hour without even getting frustrated or angry it's a magical place a magical land i don't even care about anything

yeah so

i can draw

but it doesn't mean what i do is really good u feel

"Don’t worry, soon it will all be over."  Sasori couldn’t help but to smile slightly as he held a scalpel in his hands and looked at his new, soon new, puppet. The boy was current tied down to his working table, he looked so scared. Yamimaru, the boy never saw is coming. As Sasori started to learn more and more about him his interest in him started to grow.  The only time he grew truly interested in someone was when he saw an opportunity to get a new puppet. He always jumped at the chance to get a new puppet.

"I have such high hopes for you after this is done. You might even be my new secret weapon." The blade cut one deep, long line into the boy’s stomach, and then another. Sasori paid no mind to the screams, he had learned long ago how to ignore them. A pale hand moved the skin and fat back to reveal all of Yamimaru still working organs. He wouldn’t need these again. Blood ran endlessly from his body, it was all over Sasori’s hands already and all he did was was pull the skin back. A heavy bleeder, he hated those kinds of people.

The puppeteer reached into him and started to cut away at his little and big intestines. They came out with a satisfying squish and were placed into a nearby jar. Next he took out the liver and stomach,. As he was pulling them out the acid from the stomach started dripping out and into Yamimaru. “I hope that only does a small bit of damage. I would hate to have to be set back because of this.” Those organs also went into the jars.

Sasori took his time as he pulled, cut, and yanked out each organ while being careful of the bones. Those would come out later so that he could get to the heart. The only reason that he was still alive for the process was because he needed the heart to still be beating. That why he could access the chakra channels.

As he was lost in his thoughts the liver in his hands and slipped and landed back into Yamimaru’s body with a loud, wet, splat. “Oh dear.” He reached back in a picked up the dripping organ. After putting it into the jar he wiped the sweat off his face causing a blood streak to be left there. Hazel eyes met black.