Night 2:
JujuFish always liked to play in alleyways. Ever since he was a little Fish, the alleys had provided a sanctuary from the yelling and throwing of things at home. Tonight, however, the prancing about in the alleyway behind the local grocery proved to be anything but a sanctuary for the Fish. As he pirouetted about, a figure came into view under the cliche, lone streetlight. Juju stopped spinning and instantly recognized the face in the light.
"You son of a fish," Juju exclaimed.
"You're the son of a fish, Fish," the figure retorted as he raised his pistol and calmly pulled the trigger. Juju clutched his chest and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
"I missed, you idiot," the figure stated as he walked out of the light to a writhing JujuFish.
"It still hurts," screamed Juju. The figure had closed the distance and leveled his weapon at Juju's head.
"Let me help with that," the figure said stoically.
"Thanks!" shouted an unreasonably happy JujuFish. The figure pulled the trigger and the bullet quickly ended the life of a smart, caring, happy Fish.
JujuFish the
is dead!
*Day 3 Begins*