Bonnet's dead dog

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: The Grand Circus
A story devoted to the Bon Bon demon also known as Bonnet.
this will also tie in to several different short stories that I will be writing
based on the characters from Kossette's List.


Enjoy.

Submitted: July 29, 2017

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“No…..” she heard the sound again, that same sound that they all made. It hadn’t worked again, it never works.

“Don’t go away again” her voice quivering as she felt the sound of his whimpers strike her ears from where she stood in the threshold of the rooms entrance. She was a young girl, tiny, no older than maybe 11 or 12, no taller than 4 foot 3. Dawning a baggy black jacket, which acted as a dress, hanging down just above her knees, the hood shading her face in shadows, as she entered the shadow plagued room. Her legs so thin at the calf and bony toes, the weight of her thick coat looked as if it would snap her brittle bones.  In her arms, she carried four bags of Wonderbread, hugged closely to her flat chest, so tightly that she smashed the slices.

“Don’t go yet…..” her voice a silent whine as she held back the sorrows that wished to spill from her soul.

“Bonnet brought food” she whimpered as she walked farther into the room, her little bare feet kissing the hard cement floor with subtle slaps. She entered the realm of nothing but blackness, no windows, no light, no walls, no life.

“Bonnet’s going to take care of you okay” she sniffled as she took a few steps more into the blackened room. Soft whimpers growing louder as she neared the end of the solitary dark, falling upon a dim orange glow not too far from where she stood. At the end of the room in the midst of the dull orange light, the source of the whimpers, the reason why she held back her cry. A small pup, no more than a few days old lay on its side. It pawed at the emptiness around him as it attempted to reach for a life that was slowly slipping away. This tiny thing, plump with tan fur that looked near white. Folds of excess skin rolling like waves across its body. The thing was smaller than the bags of bread the young girl carried. She fell to her knees beside the little thing, letting her food fall to the floor. “Bonnet brought…food” she said reaching out a hand, draped over by her oversized jacket sleeve, tapping the dying creature, the girls face illuminated by the things melancholy light. Her face a pale white tint, eyes a pure white hue, her iris tinted over with a gray film, like a cataract.

“Hey….” She said, nudging the thing softly.

“Don’t go yet” she said softly. “Bonnet…” her shaking voice finally devolving as her soul shattered at the impact of the puppies’ final whimper. Tears began to pour from her eyes as the puppy’s light faded with his life and she was left alone in the darkness.

“This one wasn’t right either?” she sniffled as she reached down, grabbing her puppy’s corpse with both hands, holding it up, looking to it, studying it. She jostled it around, looking for a sign that she was not wrong, that this one was finally right.

“You can’t be wrong –“ she began before seeing it. Like a crack in the cement floor on which she sat, a small fissure, there on the puppy’s stomach, just below where his tiny heart should be beating, emanating a glint of orange light.

Within the pit of the oversized hood that plagues her face with shadows, the white of a wide toothy grin broke free of the peerless black.

“I found you” the smile spoke, it’s body concocted of razor like pearls and blades. Perfectly fine points and edges all packed into that small mouth, the tiny face of which could surely not hold so many teeth, could surely not make such a wide grin, even if she had smiled ear to ear. Her eyes lighting up in a dim white glow, illuminating her face within her jackets hood just a tad bit yet unable to pear through the shadows to clearly show her features. The smile opened wide, the jaw stretching down till the chin pressed against the chest. She pulled the corpse into her mouth, angling her head upward, allowing her hood to fall off briefly as her neck elongated, making room for the puppy’s entire body to be swallowed. A thick gelatinous gray blob of a thing being revealed as the girl’s neck and forced its way higher, out of the jackets hood. The blob of flesh’s body near transparent, allowing for the puppy’s body to be seen through its flesh as it was worked downward by the neck muscles of this monster. The mass of flesh was nothing but a wide smile, and glowing white eye, hovering like some strange projection over the body of the gelatinous mass of flesh. As the bulge in the creature’s throat was worked farther down into coat to sit, wherever it was that this things stomach might have been. The elongated mass fell back into the hood of the coat, the hood, as if autonomous re-crowned its wearer and she stood. Picking up her bread and sniffing. She turned back to the doorway where she had come from, looking to the nothingness beyond.

“Almost found you” her soft voice spoke. She maneuvered the bread to be cradled in one arm before grabbing the edge of her coat pocket with her thumb of her free hand.

“Bonnets…..on it” she said with a slight giggle before pulling her pocket wide, her arm outstretching 3 feet longer than her normal reach, pulling the pocket with it, opening the way to an even darker passage than the doorway.

“Bonnet’s……” she began before allowing her body to elongate, pulling the jacket with it this time as it snaked its way into her pocket, forming a ball as the coat devoured itself and her and then vanished leaving behind this world of darkness and a fading: “On it…..”

 

 


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