I have loved Stuart Little since I was 4 and have based my whole entire life to him. I watch Stuart Little to wake myself up, Stuart Little 2 in the evening and Stuart Little 3: Call of the Wild to put me to sleep. I haven’t moved out of my parent’s house and I’ve never gone to school, as I’m basically a criminal off the grid.
When I was 4, I went outside and robbed a pet shop not for its money, but for all of the white mice in the store. Ever since that day, I have bred the mice and used them for their organs and intestines. I ration myself on their insides everyday so that I don’t get hungry during the morning and I take the same syringe every day, and inject a hefty amount of mice blood into my veins. I do this so that I can someday transform into a mouse like my childhood Hero, Stuart.
This routine procedure has given me an untreatable and deadly HIV virus. If you’ve ever seen or talked to me you’d know that I love Stuart Little and I only wear His merchandise. Just thinking about him gives me joy and bliss, I’ve been told it’s the extremely unsafe amount of mouse blood coursing in my veins that move my face muscles around like Parkinson’s disease.
I only go out the house on one occasion, when We need more mice. If you have ever passed me, you’d know that my uncontrollable and very painful smile if very contagious and will probably give you HIV too.
This whole “obsession” started when I first watched Stuart Little. I was 4 years old, my step-mother poisoned my dad and left the house. The last thing she said was that I can sleep in their bed and watch movies, so I watched Stuart Little.
I woke up to nothing but the stench of my father’s decomposing body and Stuart Little on repeat in his room. My step-mother locked the door and I couldn’t leave the house until I was tall enough to unlock the numerous locks on the door. After days without food, I was going to starve to death until I saw Him. I saw Stuart Little, He said that He could help me in exchange for my father’s corpse for him to eat. He taught me the ways of the mouse, teaching me how to hide, burrow and forage. But I was never hungry, He rationed me on my father throughout the years and when I was old enough, I unlocked the top lock on the door.
Stuart died 2 weeks ago and I feel like it was because of my negligence, I haven’t gone outside since. I don’t think I’ll ever go outside again. In fact, 3 minutes ago, as I write this, I have consumed all of my dad’s old medication at once and will die in a few minutes. I did this because after He died, He told me to sacrifice myself for Him, so I did. And I will now enter the Promised Land with my childhood Hero, Stuart Little. I have never felt remorse for anything I have done for Stuart. No matter how many people I’ve pulled fingernails from, gouged out eyes from, scalped from, I have never felt regret for what I have done to get closer to Stuart in these past couple weeks. Even though I feared for my life, knowing that I will have to sacrifice myself for Him, so I tried sacrificing other people on the streets, hoping He’ll be full, he never was. So that’s why I am taking my life for Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
