Post by Tic-Tac on Mar 4, 2020 20:26:31 GMT -5
"Bring...me...spots... I want spots. I want them. All of the spots. From the farm. Over there. I...want...puppies..." Cruella hissed softly, lifting a trembling, spidery set of fingers that lurched towards the door. Jasper and Horace glanced at one and other grimly.
"Y-yes, of course Miss Dev-" Jasper began, but Cruella cut him off, shaking her head. She lifted herself from her seat, slender frame jerking forward, as if tugged upright be invisible strings and she stood before them, crooked as ever.
"I am...tired...Jasper...Horace...of...failure. I am...tired. So tired. I am tired." Cruella whispered, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. Her gaze darted from Horace to Jasper, to Horace again, before slowly coming to a stop on the small gleaming knife she held daintily in her fingertips.
"I'm going to remove the fur from something. I have to remove the fur. I must. I must. If not the fur....maybe...maybe I'll remove something else.....oh...yes...I'm going to skin something ......tonight. I think. It's your choice. It's your choice. You get to choose. " Cruella said, voice oozing from her throat, much like the saliva that trickled from her lips. Jasper lifted a hand up to wipe away the ever-increasing sweat on his brow and quickly nodded.
"O-of course, Miss DeVil. S-spots." He said, while Horace quickly and eagerly nodded his head. Cruella nodded her head again.
Cruella tilted her head slowly to one side. Further and further still, until it seemed as if her neck were about to snap, and she stared into the void of space between her and Jasper. As if she were calculating the distance between them.
"I didn't...quite...catch that. What? You have to pick. What shall I skin? Puppies or...something else... Pick. Oh...Oh please. Please pick. Pick..." Cruella whispered, her foot lifting from the ground only to drift forward and inch. But it was an inch closer.
"The Puppies!! We'll bring you the puppies!" the words raced from Jasper's lips faster than he intended them too. Faster than he had a chance to stop them. Cruella tilted her head ever so slightly more, and Jasper could swear he heard a 'snap'
"...oh? Good. That's very good. Go now. Bring. Me. Spots." She said softly, and sat back down, like her legs would no longer support her wait. She crumpled into the chair and went limp, though the knife in her hands still glinted in the gloom and her eyes followed Horace and Jasper until they left the room.
"Soooooooo...I'm thinking Canada." Horace said. Jasper frowned.
"She'll find us there. How about we go to Russia?" He asked. Horace winced.
"I hear Japan is nice this time of year. I've always wanted to visit Japan." He said.
"Ya know, Horace, I've always wanted to visit too. That's not a bad idea. "
"So Japan it is?"
"It's settled.