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--- "Oi, M-Minish... You've gone crazy.." Wind crawls away, freezing when the young boy turns around. His talking hat lay on the floor, silent. If it could bleed, it would be. "What's wrrooooong Windy? Scaaaareeed?" He taunted, giggling madly. The sword was clean and sharp, and would soon be stained. "I just needed to teach him a *lesson.* ... Do you need one too?" His eyes widened, his grin growing bigger as he pulled the sword up to Wind. The sailor gulped, feeling the cold metal on his chin. "N-no.. I-I-I'm fine..." "Really~?" Minish pulled the blade away, wiping his finger across his. His nail scratching it. It was as horrifying as nails on a chalkboard. His eyes glinted red with malice. Or madness. "There's nothing *wrong,* silly... I just want to *talk..* ..It won't hurt, I promise~" The tip of the blade was faced back towards him again, but this time his heart. There was no escaping this time. "You'll soon join Twilight and Spirit! Ooooooh how *fun*~" "Minish... Minish you're insane.. Crazy.." "Oh crazy? I was crazy once! They trapped me in a room. A round room. A round rubber room. A round rubber room with Picori. Rou-" The tiles were cold. And Wind's blood was warm.
I dont really like this one
