The Worst Pasta

On [Birthdate], a young creep was born, she was small and weak at first. During the years she aged, she became wiser, stronger and quick. She slaughter those she hated, and took her sweet time to torture those she felt mutual to. After many read her, they became frightened, scared that she may come after them. She was known to hack and slaughter, stalk and slay, and even thrill for the kill. She had many methods to kill those who were guilty for what they done, she was one of the top twenty for those who feared. After the years passed by she became boring, no one feared her. No one was afraid. No one wanted her there. She became empty and dead, she was....no longer needed. Other pastas still spread fear, but her...no..she was past her dues. She felt gaps torn into her skin, she was slowly fading away. She wanted to...to tell this certain someone goodbye, to  thank them for the memories they shared together, good, bad, she didn't care. She loved that they were with her, to shed those unneeded tears away from her [color] eyes. She got up from her old couch, and she ran, to their homes, to give them a final goodbye.








To finally tell them she loved them.