Bobb sat by the river.
“Why? Why did you did that?” Said Floe.
“Because. She was a bad person.” Bobb replied.
“Yeah… so?” she asked ignorantly.
“Every one is a bad person.” he said glumly.
“They are…” Floe reluctantly said.
“They should die.
Every one…
needs to die.
Young, old.
Boy, girl.
They are all evil.
Evil in their hearts,
evil in their minds.
I need to stop this.
This.
Ends.
Now.”
Bobb cackled loudly; a maniacal look on his face.
“Wow, you’re a looney.” Floe said, unimpressed.
“You would know. You’re the voice in my head.”