Farewell, Kitty.

Written by yours truely, The Heroic Amazing Captain Zero (And Company)!

Hihihi, people. This, my first forey into the amazing world of fanfiction, is sure to be a treat to read for all of you. Ever wonder why Kitty from Hello Kitty is so _happy_? Why she looks like she's _so_ strung out on drugs? Welllll... here's your answer, folkies. Oh, and standard disc-lamers apply. None of the characters here are mine, and they are trademark and copyright and patent and whatever to their respective owners. Also, a bit of info tidbitties for you. This ficcy has a few things that are very NOT happy in it, and no one under 18 should read. Wouldn't want a little kiddy seeing this on accident, ne?

And, finally... enjoy Farewell, Kitty. I KNOW you will.

-<(o)>- Chapter 1: Late Delivery -<(o)>-

"Whee, today was such a happy happy fun day, I loved today!" Kitty was strolling through the park merily. "And my yummy double-chocalate bubble-gum flower cookies are coming today too, just as always! It was so nice of those people to give me all those cookies after I talked to the nice man who was nice!"

Kitty hoppity-hopped up to her pink house, and looked around. "My, where are my cookies? I don't see a happy box anywhere?"

Kitty checks her mailbox... and, to her suprise, there was a letter inside! "Oh, look! the name on this is the same as the name on my cookie box! Prozac sure makes good cookies! I wonder if my cookies are in here......?"

Kitty opened the envelope, and looked inside. "Nopies, my cookies aren't here! there's just a piece of paper!"

Kitty opened the letter, but too bad... she wasn't able to read! If she could, she would have seen...

"Dear Prozac Customers: We are dreadfully sorry, but our cookie asemmbly line has broken down. We know this is an inconviniance to all of you, but it could not be helped. The asembly line will be back open in a week. Have a nice day!"

Kitty shruged. "Oh well, I can live without my cookies for one day! Teehee!"

And with that, Kity went to bed.

-<(o)>- Chapter 2: Unfortuent Circemstances -<(o)>-

The next day, Kitty wakes up. "Rg." Kitty gets up, and goes downstairs. She reaches into the cookie jar... but can't find anything! "Mrg, where'r my cookies?"

Kitty slowly and sleepily searches her pink kitchen. "Where the hell are my happy cookies?"

Kitty looks in the bathroom. "I want my cookies."
Kitty looks in the garage. "Where did the bastard put them?"
Kitty looks in the attic. "Damnit."
Kitty looks in the basement. "Shit."
Kitty looks in the couch. "Goddamnit."
Kitty keeps looking, but can't find them. "Fuck."

Kitty gets up, and walks down the hall to her room. "I'm gonna find the bastards who have my cookies and get them back." Kitty opens a dusty box in the back of her closet, and pulls out a short black dress... and a nice, sharp butcher knife. "Yes, I'll get my cookies back... I KNOW I will."

Kitty gets dressed, and slides the sharp, deadly, intemidating blade under her dress. She then walks out of her home, and down the street towards Prozac Headcaurters, cursing all the way.

-<(o)>- Chapter 3: A Enemy -<(o)>-

Kitty keeps walking, sliping deeper into her depresion with everystep. She walks past the post office. She walks past the grocery store. She walks past the video store. She walks past the... no, she doesn't walks past the bank. Know why? 'cause the bank was being robbed! A man in broun clothes and a mask runs by Kitty, and he holds a gun at her. "Get in te car, your my hostage!" Kitty gets in the back, and the robber hops in thge front. They drive away.

"So girl, you stay stil and do what I say or you die!" Kitty said nuthing. "You here me?" Nothing. "Dammit answer me!" Kitty answers. She yanks out her knife and burys the cold steel deep in the robbers gut. "Aggguh!" the robber said. Kitty stabs in and out, in and out in and out in out in out in out until all the blood flys on the windshield and dashboard and the robber dies. Kitty takes the wheel and parks the car. Kitty then cuts the robber up into tiny tiny bits and sticks his fingers up his nose. She laughs at that. She then rips his eyes out and replaced them with his nuts, and sticks his dick where his tonge shgould be. "That's pretty."

She then walks out of the bloodspatered van, holding her knife and his gun. she then walks into the spray of a sprinkler, cleaning her fur of all the blood. She then keeps walking towards the great big gloing sign in the sky that said "Prozac".

-<(o)>- Chapter 4: The Beginning of hte End -<(o)>-

Kitty arives at the Prozac headquarters and walks in. She sits on the ground and rocks back and forth and back and forth and back forth back forth until her world blurs into a wonderous landscape of hate and death.
Then, a fat guard comes up. "Hey bitch we don't want your crazyshit here." "I need my cookies." "The machine is broke." "I need my cookies." "Too damn bad." "I need my cookies." "Too bad bitch, you can't have any." "I need my cookies." "Fine slut, your cookies are in the bathroom. lets go get them." "I need my cookies." "fuck'n crazy."
Kitty gets up and goes fo the bathroom. The guard goes too. "Okay whore, suck me off and youll get cookies." The guard unzips his pants. Kitty liks her lips. The guard fishes out his massive 2inch cock, already woody.
Kitty sucks and sucks and then he comes. Then Kitty bites his dick off. "Oww bitch!" the guard yelled. Kitty jumped up high and cut off his head, and a fountan of blood painted the ceiling red. Kitty sits down and starts singing as a shower of blood drips all around her.

"In the corners of my mind, always raining, all the time... no time for happy no time for play, too much death is out today. And if I want to stop the pain, I must kill and kill again. In the corners of my mind, always raining, all the time..."

-<(o)>- Chapter 4: The Massacre -<(o)>-

Kitty takes the other guards gun, and walks into the Prozac headcarters painted red in the wonderful murderseed she harvested from the guard. "My world is dark as an eternal midnight... join me in my intermenible exestance of death and dispair!"
With that, she opened fire Jon Woo style. *blam* "Aiiee!" "Mwee hee hee!" *blam* "Aguh!" "Hahaha!" *blam* "Uaaah!" "Hehehe!"
Soon the room was ankledeep in murderseed, and the beautiful sirens sounded through the night air. Kitty went upstairs, and soon a waterfall of deathred flowed from the upstairs ofices as her demented lafhter contenued.

An hour later she was in a side ofice, baricading the doors to the upstairs hall with a wall of corpses. "Heeheehee... my cookievengeance is almost complete!" Kitty is shooting at cops outside with deadly aim, killing over 50. Kitty made a necklaces out of the severed cocks of the men, and made a belt from the breasts of the women. Then, Kitty detected a scent waivering over the beutiful arouma of death. Cookies!

Kitty opend a desk drawer and their were cookies! Lots of her favorite kind! She ate them all up, all 20 of them, her usual number.

"My, this place is messy and icky. Maybe Id better go out and see if someone can clean this up."

Kitty walks out of the rooom and down the stairs, where she is teargassed and shot and blown up. But when she got better, she got put in a nice happy room with puppies and doggies and pink walls and a white coat... and no cookies.

"DAMN YOU ALL!"

-fin-

Hehe, funny story huh? Just the kind I like reading! And writing, too! Well, The Heroic Amazing Captain Zero (and Company) will have some more storys for you reeeeeal soon! Have a nice day! :)))

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