Mickey Mouse Pasta: Difference between revisions

 

All except for Kyotarou Suga.

 

 

 

Kyo, irked from his lack of coffee in the morning, hit the cafe at 8:27 A.M. to get his daily fill before he headed off to his friends house.

"Hey, Jonathan!" Kyo said to the cashier as he approached the desk.

 

 

 

 

After Kyo finished his paper, he took another bite out of his sandwich, finishing it and suckling the ketchup off of his fingers. As he stood up and stretched, he realized - oh man, he was late for the meeting with Mickey!

"I gotta run, Jonathan!" Kyo said, waving at him. "Thanks for the meal." Kyo placed 15 bucks on the counter before continuing out the door. "Some kids," sighed Jonathan, "I just don't understand 'em."

 

 

 

There it was, concealed beneath the bright, large and cheery green trees, was Mickey's house. Also like the Ferris wheel, it stood out like a sore thumb from the crowd - on top of the building were too massive mouse ears. The entire building was painted red and yellow, except for the roof which was blue and had some cheery paintings of clouds on it.

"You'll see, silly!" Mickey answered, giggling his signature "Taha!" before guiding Kyo into his house.

 

 

Kyo sat himself down on one of the comfortable leather chairs and made himself at home. Mickey made some tea for the both of them, and after they both finished their beverages, Kyo stretched and then asked Mickey once again - "What's the purpose of this meeting?"

"Test?" Kyo asked. He had been under the Ferris wheel before, but that was a few years ago. It was quite a good place for testing things and being alone without disturbance, but something about the way Mickey said this seemed...off. Before Kyo had time to answer, the last thing he felt before passing out was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and the last thing he saw was his head slumping to the ground and his whole body collapsing.

 

 

Kyo's eyes slowly pried open to reveal a dim yet blinding white light on the top of him. He closed his eyes shut, unable to handle the amount of light after just awaking up from his unexpected pass out. After his eyes adjusted, he looked around the room, revealing his was trapped in a deep, dark place which echoed with an eerie dripping sound.

He attempted to remember, and after about 10 minutes of concentrating, it came to him - the last thing that had happened before this was him being knocked out by some unknown force, while visiting Mickey's house. Kyo attempted to break the chains that were pinning him down.

 

 

"Mickey?" Kyo called out into the darkness.

"Mickey, seriously, what the hell is going on here?" He said, still trying to retain his fright, thinking it was a cruel joke. "Why am I in here?" Mickey's smile lightened, and he answered: "Because I want to play with you, silly, taha. That's why I knocked you out with a wrench and dragged you down here, Kyo."

 

 

Seconds later, Mickey pushed a grey, metal cart into Kyo's line of view, and this was where Kyo began to get extremely terrified.

"M-Mickey, w-what i-is, t-that?!" He asked, refusing to believe it was serious. "It's our Mousekatools, silly!" Mickey answered, giggling carelessly again. "We'll play with them until it ends!"

 

 

Mickey's smile turned into a frown. "I am not laughing. This is not a joke." Kyo's head shot up. Could what he be saying really be true? Could Mickey really be some kind of mass murderer? Kyo then flashbacked to the morning, where he read about all the disappearances in the newspaper...could it be possible those disappearances linked to Mickey himself?

"Awww, it's okay, Kyo, you didn't do anything mean! It's just playtime, that's all!" Mickey craned his hand back to the tray, placing the scissors safely down, before taking out another fierce looking device. This one was a sharp and deadly as hell looking doctor's tool, shaped a bit like a knife, but taken up more by the sharper tip. The tip itself was extremely sharp and could easily peel away flesh. "Tee hee!" Mickey laughed. "I used this weapon to play with Nodoka. For a shy girl, she was quite the fighter!"

 

 

An idea sprung into Mickey's head, and he began to cut a circular incision around Kyo's waist all the way to his neck.

Suddenly, the slashing came to a halt and Mickey tossed the knife to the side. Kyo was stunned from the pure, unstoppable burning pain flickering all around his body. Mickey smiled sadistically at his victim, jumping up and down in unhealthy glee. "OK, that's enough with the knives for now. Let's try something different! Hmmm..."

 

 

Kyo screamed and shuttered in pain as his kneecap was smashed by the hammer - Mickey's strength combined with the flames on the end of the hammer was enough to completely tear open the flesh of Kyo's kneecap and battering ram it's way down to the bone, completely snapping it. A horrific crunching sounds echoed throughout the dimly lit cellar as Kyo writhed in pain, tears welling in his eyes.

 

 

Kyo sobbed, tears flowing profusely down his face, before he looked up towards Mickey. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!" he demanded to know, rocking around in his chains in a vain, desperate attempt to do something, ANYthing that would free him from this torturous cauldron of nightmares stirred up by his ex friend. "WHY? WHY? WHY?!"

 

Kyo could do nothing but sob silently as Mickey positioned the olden, rusty hacksaw above his already opened wound. Mickey laughed like a psychopath as he dug the serrated edges of blade into Kyo's wound, causing horrible waves of pain to be shot through his body. Mickey sawed, getting faster and faster, beginning to expose Kyo's bone - faint specks of white were now visible in the crimson, sickening pools of red inside Kyo's body, which were now pouring out from his sides and stomach like a horrendous waterfall. Soon, Mickey's cutting began to stop feeling against flesh, and was now sawing into bone. Kyo screamed to the point that his voice was hoarse, his waves of tears mixing in with the waves of blood. Finally, Mickey smiled, satisfied with the hacksaw's job, and put it back into the kit. Mickey then proceeded to grab another butcher knife, but instead of dashing and slicing and stabbing at random, he grabbed Kyo's right arm, and began to use his two hands to pull it back as if it were a tug of war rope. As he did this, he started to carve into the exposed flesh of Kyo's arm, chunks of meat falling off onto the ground, piling slowly but steadily. Finally, Mickey grunted and yanked back the arm and knife at the same time, and Kyo felt and heard the agonizing "SNAP!" of his right arm's joint, which was now useless - followed quickly after by a large strip of flesh being cut clean from Kyo's same arm, a cut that eventually skinned the entirety of his upper arm. Kyo, whom was now overrode by the horrible mix of tears, blood, and sweat, fell out of consciousness.

 

Kyo's eyes began to fade back into consciousness, before a cold sweat launched him fully awake. A horrible agony still wracked his body, and after a few seconds he realized he was still trapped beneath his ex best friend Mickey's horrible torture chamber. He wanted to believe this was a dream - that it was some sick fantasy of his generated in his sleep due to something he might've seen or read or heard or ate or smoked the day before, and that his best of friends wasn't committing this horrible crime towards him. But he knew now, specifically after waking up, that this horrific "fantasy" was all too much of a dreadful reality. Kyo attempted to use his right arm, but he soon rediscovered it was now completely useless, torn of flesh and broken of bone, and let out a scream of pain when he tried to so much as move it.

Mickey smirked again at his work - and he knew he would smirk the same as he heard Minnie's footsteps descend down the stairs, accompanied by Mickey's eagerness to get the next show on the road.

 

 

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