The Temperance of Kiki
Cutesy edition.
By BitchNigga
Part 1
	Cutesy shuffled her whale like legs to her bed just recently getting off the computer… Cutesy was tired. Not tired of the streams, not tired of being called a whale, not even tired of Kika and Msn stealing what use to be hers. Cutesy was tired of not having Kiki hold her, caress her, and cyber with her. Cutesy couldn’t go on any longer without Kiki’s love. This act had been on her mind for days, weeks, months…. All acuminating into this final night where Cutesy decided enough was enough. Cutesy opened up her drawer and took out a pistol from it; she reached back in and grabbed a twinkie. Stuffing her mouth with the twinkie while tears streamed down her cheeks she finally cock the gun and stuff it where remnants of the twinkie were left in her mouth. As Cutesy pulled the trigger a brilliant flash of light consumed her.
Part 2
The surge of light consumed Cutesy’s vision as she was left completely blinded and immobile. Moments passed where Cutesy was left wondering if this was death or if she was just in the process of death and this is what it felt like disappearing into the void or whatever THIS was.
Milk.
Light.
Moloko with knives… shiny shiny knives.
BIRTH, BIRTH, BIRTH, BIRTH, BIRTH, BIRTH IMPLIES WHAT, WHAT, WHAT? LIFE? LIFE IMPLIES DEATH AND DEATH IMPLIES BIRTH WHICH IMPLIES LIFE.
All these questions assault Cutesy with increasing tension. The voices surround cutesy to the brink of insanity, a punishment of a schizo.
Suddenly the voices stop but the bright light doesn’t clear. Why doesn’t the bright light clear? Why won’t the bright light clear? Is it a remnant of the final image of her death, is it to remain forever to remind her of her actions, of the supposed sin she committed?
Eventually after a while Cutesy thinks of finally moving and notices that she is able to see her hand. Confused by this since she shouldn’t be able to since she is entrapped in white light forever Cutesy ponders the though… Suddenly a though comes into her mind that is soothing and calm, this feeling was so strong Cutesy never felt such calmness and serenity come from such a though… The voice… that voice… sounded so familiar…. Like a mother of sorts… The voice repeated itself again which snapped Cutesy out of her trance “You aren’t entrapped in such a whitewashing. You are simply in a room, a blank slate, a tabula rasa.”
Cutesy fearful, as most humans are of the unknown, screamed “Who are you?! Show yourself!” To which the voice replied “As you wish.”
Cutesy looked around rapidly as her heart raced to find the answers which the mind sought. Her eyes pass a mysterious figure and instinctively she focuses on it.
Cutesy’s mind shudders as she realizes who the dark figure is.
It was Kiki…