‘Gipeto, I’m home!’ gurgled the pulsating half-human, half-heart boy monster as it slinked toward his bedroom in a trail of pus and blood. Gipeto squeezed the tears from his eyes, hid behind the door, cocked his shotgun, and waited.
‘I knew he would miss,’ thought Pinocchio as he sank his teeth into Gipeto’s jugular then slurped voraciously at the old man’s life force until he had had his fill. ‘I’ll always love you, Father,’ he said when he finished and looked into Gipeto’s regretful eyes as he took his final breath. ‘I’ll always love you,’ Pinocchio repeated...
...with all of my heart.
...with all of my heart.