Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted ❯ Twisted ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

By: Maryssah the Beauteous Maiden of Pulchritude

Okay, so the only reason I made this is because I liked the nursery rhyme There was a Crooked Man. It’s one of my favorites. The other one is Five Little Ducks! They’re awesome! ^.^ So, yeah. I also kind of got bored during health. We were watching the movie Rudy, and I got bored. And, I write when I’m bored. Therefore… This! Hope you like…

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There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,

It was disgusting. It smelled of blood and rotting flesh. He loved that smell.

He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile;

He couldn’t wait. Soon, he thought. Soon, he’d have his precious kitty back. He couldn’t believe his pet had run away. None of his pets had ever gotten away. He kept a keen eye on them. After all, they had all cost a pretty penny. Wouldn’t want to lose something that had cost so much. But soon, he thought. Soon, he’d have him back.

He bought a crooked cat, who caught a crooked mouse,

His kitty was kicking at screaming. Kitty was putting up quite a fight! Apparently, Kitty didn’t like the blood being everywhere. Or the smell of rotting flesh. Kitty especially didn’t like it when the smell was coming off of him. But none of that mattered now. Not now that he had his kitty back. He brought his kitty to his room, and locked him in. And then, there was a knock on the door and a mousy came in. She came because she heard Kitty screaming. He couldn’t very well let the mousy go! She would be fun to play with. Especially since she didn’t really like the sight or smell of blood and rotting flesh everywhere. He wondered if the mousy knew his kitty. He figured it would be fun to have a new pet. No, he knew it would be fun. He had his favorite pet, and his new pet. He already knew that the mousy would end up being one of his favorites. And he’d never, ever let either of them go.

And they all lived together in a crooked, little house.

It was disgusting. It smelled of blood and rotting flesh. He loved that smell. He especially loved the fact that it was coming from his two favorite people. He walked into his room, smiling. On the bed lay the kitty and the mousy, eyes widened in fear, mouths open in twin screams of horror (pain?) that would never be heard. He smiled and crawled into the blood soaked bed between his two favorite pets. He’d close their mouths and eyes tomorrow. For now, he just wanted to stay with them. He wanted to stay with them forever. He would never get rid of them. He’d keep them forever and ever. He loved them, after all. And he knew that, no matter how many times they had both denied it, the mousy and the kitty loved him back. So with those happy (morbid?) thoughts in mind, he snuggled deeper into the bed, pulled the bleeding bodies closer to him, and fell asleep with a blissful (or was it insane?) smile on his face.

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So, yeah! You can really make nursery rhymes seem morbid, huh? …Well, I can anyway. Yes, I do know it sucks. And yes, I do plan on writing and killing you all with this crap. (I hop you drown in it! >.<) But, you know what? I don’t really care.

So, just read and review! I collect the flames and burn my homework with them. ^.^ Thank you, and have a nice day (night)!

-Maryssah, Maiden of Pulchritude