In the depths of the dark sewer, Peeper sat comfortably on Frenzy's lap.
The dagger in her hand moved slowly.
In.
Out.
In again.
Each thrust tore flesh apart.
Muscle split. Bone scraped.
Frenzy's body trembled with every stab, yet not a single scream escaped him.
Peeper leaned closer, her glowing pink eyes shining in the dark.
— What's wrong, sweetheart?
— Don't tell me you're not enjoying this.
Blood slipped from the corner of Frenzy's mouth as he smirked faintly.
— Sorry…
— You're not my type.
The dagger sank into him again.
Peeper sighed.
— Ouch…
— How unlucky me.
Then—
She felt it.
A presence.
She flipped backward instinctively, landing lightly after two clean rotations.
When she straightened up, she was still smiling.
— Another toy?
— I must be really lucky today.
Someone stood before her.
Purple hair just like frenzy's, the tips tinted gold.
Sky-blue eyes glowing softly—almost gently
ALMOST
—yet unsettling.
A smile rested on her face. Nearly kind.
— Howdy.
— Thank you for taking care of Frenzy.
Peeper bowed slightly.
— My pleasure.
— We were just having fun… right, darling?
Frenzy groaned weakly.
— Chicot…
— Stop playing with your food.
Chicot walked to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder.
— Shhh…
— You're fine.
A faint vibration pulsed outward.
The massive hole in Frenzy's chest began to close.
Flesh knitted together.
Blood withdrew.
The wound vanished.
Peeper's smile thinned.
— Interesting…
Chicot tilted her head politely.
— How rude of me.
— I almost killed you without introducing myself.
Peeper laughed.
— Toys don't kill their owners.
Chicot smiled faintly.
— They call me Chicot.
Peeper's eyes brightened.
— Chicot?
— Hah… that's much nicer than the little brat's name from earlier.
Peeper tilted her head slightly.
— I'm Peeper.
— Pleasure to meet you cutie.
Frenzy pushed himself to his feet. He dragged a finger through his own blood, preparing to draw a symbol across his palm—
Chicot stopped him.
— Oh, come on.
— We can handle this pink one without using Last Rite.
Frenzy exhaled.
— You're still the same as ever.
— Fine. The stage is yours.
He paused briefly.
— I'm going to help Rasona-senpai.
Chicot nodded calmly.
— I understand.
— Then I won't keep you any longer.
Frenzy disappeared into the darkness.
Peeper watched him go.
— I didn't need him anyway.
— His blood tastes awful.
Chicot giggled and winked at her.
— You're right.
— It really does taste disgusting.
Peeper looked at her with visible satisfaction.
— Well, would you look at that…
— You actually understand me.
She stepped closer.
— What a shame.
— If we had met under different
circumstances, we could've made a wonderful team.
Chicot's smile did not change.
She was about to speak—
Without warning, Peeper lunged forward.
— Sorry, little toy.
— Azure needs me.
Her hand pierced straight through Chicot's chest.
Flesh split.
Bone cracked.
A deep hole opened.
Blood splattered.
And yet—
Chicot was smiling.
Peeper pulled her hand out.
She turned to leave—
Then—
Something warm rose in her throat.
Blood.
Her own blood.
She dropped to her knees.
The same hole had opened in her chest.
Her eyes widened.
— …What is this?
Chicot tilted her head slightly.
There was no wound on her body.
— Why did you stop?
— Get up.
Chicot stepped closer.
— Kill me.
— Carve me open.
Her eyes gleamed.
— Let's die together.
Silence filled the sewer.
Only the sound of blood dripping from Peeper's chest remained.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Chapter 10 – End