Toxoplasmosis by Mr.Peanut

His daggers pierced the skin of my thighs

as I gasped for air and stayed still, mouth agape, hoping that he would take my motionless body for a corpse and leave me be. Yet he kept on going, taking out the blades slowly before sinking them in anew, a few millimeters away from the places he’d already cut. 

They call him Mr. Cuddles. Such an ill-fitting name for the relentless being that he was. As my eyes roamed over his body, I tried to see what part of him deserved a designation like that and to my own sun rise, I found answers. Maybe it was my blood-deprived brain that dictated such demented thoughts but I found him quite… appealing? The way his tiny body fit perfectly in my lap could only be described as adorable and as he looked up at me, I was instantly lost in his eyes. They were ocean-blue and round. His gaze looked almost kind which was completely unmatched by the vehemence of his punctures. Mr. Cuddles blinked slowly, as if to demonstrate how much he didn’t see me as a threat. In the instant when his eyes were shut, my gaze traveled lower and I saw his mouth which was crooked in a line that would only be described as a smirk, were it on a human face. I didn’t think his kind could smirk and yet there was something so cocky in his expression and actions that I would rather believe it was a biological miracle than simply my fading consciousness creating fake images. After withdrawing his— well.. I keep calling them blades but it would be fairer to say claws, once again from my skin, he yawned. Yawned! As if my sufferings were simply a nuisance to him! His fishy breath hit my nose in an instant and I would gag if I wasn’t still stuck in place from pain and shock. Well… it was also the fact that he was so fluffy and petite that I couldn’t bear to look away for a second. What was wrong with me? I was beginning to adore my assassin! 

As I mentally berated myself for such feelings. Mr. Cuddles seized, after what felt like ages, and gently lied down on my dissected thighs, vibrating with little noises of satisfaction. 

Oh.

That’s why they call him Mr.Cuddles.