Berry Punch Adventutes

Berry and Colgate sit on the grass and hold each other.

"Isn't it nice here, Berry?" Colgate says with her beautiful voice.

Everything beyond Colgate is blurry and indistinct, and it doesn't really matter.

"Your mother called. She says she wants to talk to you again. She says she wants to come to our wedding, Berry. Isn't that nice?"

It isn't nice, because when Colgate says that, Berry remembers how her mother disowned her when she found out Berry had kissed a girl, and when that happens, the grass feels like a dirty, stone floor, and Colgate looks like a creature with green, glowing eyes, and her skin feels like a thick, black carapace.

"Isn't it nice here, Berry?" says the not Colgate, and its voice isn't beautiful anymore.

Berry wants it to be a dream, but the stone is too cold, and the eyes are too monstrous, and the touch of the thick, black carapace makes her skin crawl. She cannot wake up to the sunny, green meadow, no matter how hard she tries.

"Yes, it's nice," Berry says, and her heart feels like a cold, metal vice is squeezeng it, because the monster will surely notice that something is wrong, that Berry isn't dreaming of the meadow anymore, and then it will do terrible things to her.

Berry kisses her monster. She kisses it on the neck, feeling it purr with pleasure, and then she clamps her jaws around its ugly throat and bites, and rips, and tears, and tastes its breath on her tongue as it tries to scream. She watches the light go out of its monstrous, green eyes.