Howdy, folks! It's Cadaver the Clown again, and I thought I'd share with y'all what an absolutely fantastic meal I had this morning. I call it my post-Halloween feast.


It was 3am eastern time on November 1st, 2018. And the great hunger was once again upon me. It was time to feed. And the little brat was still awake! All but bouncing up and down on his bed wired up like a friggin' Christmas tree on the insane amount of candy that his parents had allowed him to consume several hours prior to his bedtime. Nice parenting, ya crap-heads! Though the element of surprise was totally lost, I knew the Yo-child's fear would completely overtake him before he would have a chance to bellow out a loud and high pitched annoying scream that would send his parents rushing in like a cavalry charge.

I slowly emerged like a towering mountain out of the leagues of the sea from the dark dust bunny-ridden depths of his bed. He quickly saw me and all fell silent. I then beheld his innocent, sleepless, bloodshot, wired eyes widen and his once cheerful voice which was ringing with laughter and joy abruptly cease. He had become completely overtaken by the fear, just precisely as I had predicted. As he lay there totally petrified - barely able to breathe and completely unable to move or speak as he beheld the site of that evil and dreadful fiend that was known throughout YoWorld as Cadaver the Clown, his body began to tremble violently. I knew as I gazed deep into his innocent, little Yobaby eyes that he knew this would be the last night of his little, meaningless Yolife. The last Halloween he would have to enjoy. And the last piece of candy he would get to eat.

And as swiftly as the strike of a death adder upon a field mouse, I easily overpowered and ensnared my prey and subdued him. He made every effort possible to scream and thrash about as he desperately attempted to resist my grip which was as firm and aggressive as the squeeze of a large Brazilian anaconda coiled around a helpless capybara. I slowly dragged my victim underneath his own bed, and with a maniacal and menacing smile upon my face, and with drool pouring down from my long pointed white chin like a thick foul smelling ooze, the butchering began. The tears of that Yobaby flowed like water from a rushing river once my long yellowed teeth sank deep into his neck and shoulder. He then began to gasp rapidly and with all his might, he fought for his life as best he could, as they all do. But alas, his efforts were in vain. The blood flowed so deliciously and steadily down and began to pool all around us. His flesh tasted as sweet to me as a rare wine...as did his tears as they always give the meat quite an extra savory flavor of saltiness.

After several hours of prolonged sadistic torture and mutilation, and after I had eaten my fill of this Yobrat's tasty flesh, it was time for me to slink back into the depths of my sewer from whence I came. When I had finally returned back to the comfort of my sewer, I fondly recall licking my chops and dwelling on the details of what had transpired. "Another successful meal was had and thoroughly enjoyed this night," I thought to myself while patting my full swollen gut softly. "And many more fine meals are to be had still," I thought.

Truth compels me to admit that it also brought me great amusement to think of how this little brat's parents are going to react once they awake from their restful slumber the following day and open the door to their boy's room to peek inside and admire how sweet he looks while lying there so warm and safe in his bed, only to behold a terrible and grizzly site that would make even the bravest of YoWorldiens collapse in fear as well as bellow out a loud and terrible scream. The very room where their brat had ever so peacefully slept many countless nights in times past had now been turned into nothing short of what could only be described as a slaughterhouse that would turn the stomach of even the most experienced and hardened medical examiner on earth. The bed where they expected to find their precious, adorable, little Yo-angel the following morning would be completely drenched in blood, and scattered all about the room would be the smallest pieces of bone fragments and pajama shreds that even cadaver dogs would have difficulty locating. What joy and delight these thoughts brought me, and bring me still while my meal is slowly digesting.


My friends, It is my sincere hope that your Halloween was as fun and eventful as mine was last night. I hope you had lots of fun and were able to acquire lots of free candy from strangers, and that it wasn't your Yobaby that I had for my spooktacular post-Halloween feast this morning at 3am. If it was, sorry for your loss, I suppose.

Thanks for reading! And until next time, Kiddies...

xXxZombie QueenxXx (105012797) wrote:YoBabies:

You

That's accurate.