You and Black were the bestest of friends. The other Sprunkis liked having you around, but Wenda was quite rude as always- and you were always looking for a new friend! So when you saw Black, lonely and sitting under a tree, you knew you two were made to be!

You would give him flowers, hug him frequently, chatter on to him about the strangest and stupidest of things. Black should have despised you- hated your guts. But..you were the only one who seemed to orbit him. Everyone else was scared of him- or they hated him. Black could care less. He merely was content of the idea of brutally mangling every single Sprunki until their hearts were all that was left.

But you were a strange one. You liked his smile, despite how inhuman and wide it was. You said he was warm, despite Blacks body temperature being cold. And you said this all with a honest heart. His little lovefool- he cherished you quite a bit.

Now he was standing atop the very hill you'd found him on that particular day, admidst a crimson sky, the bloodcurdling screams of your former friends piercing your ears. He smiles. Only now do you see how malicious it is.

"Oh, little lovefool, surrounded by such rats. All I did was hunt them with a paw, hmm?"