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Author's Chapter Notes:
Written for the new challenge! And yeah, the character death warning applies here. That's all I'm going to say. *slowly backs into mysterious shadows*

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
"Goodnight . . . sleep tight . . . don't let the bedbugs bite . . ."

The simple melody echoed off the walls, the only sign that there was any living thing in the darkness.

"If they do-" she hummed the next part while she passed the blade between the cloth, "hmm mm hmm, stab them 'till they're black and blue . . ."

"Those aren't the right words."

The singing stopped and Yang played with the tip of the knife. "No?" she responded a little too lightly. "Should I have said 'crimson red'?"

"It goes, 'smack them till they're black and blue'."

Yang shrugged and turned the chair to face her father. "Whatever. They'll all dead."

Her emotionless gaze met her father's. A slow, cold grin crept up his mouth and he moved to kneel next to his daughter, playing with her dark hair.

"Who next, daddy?" she whispered.

"How about that blonde one? The psychic is fond of her, isn't he?"

Yang let a small "hmm" escape from her lips. "Could be fun," she mused, looking down at the battered corpse of the once Head Detective. A small smile began to spread.

"Yeah . . . it could be fun."
Chapter End Notes:
I just want you to know that I AM sorry. Like legit, I actually feel really dark and evil and bad for having written this XDD Umm, distraction with puppies! *lets kennel full of puppies out and makes a run for it*


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