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Villager: Toxic

Introduction:

"Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb! Mary had a little lamb made of flesh and bone. Mary had a little lamb that I took home. In the pot did Mary go, Mary Go, Mary go, In the pot did Mary go, with her lamb in tow!"

A soft hum accompanied and a sharp giggle pierced the air from a small dark corner of a small padded room. In the shadows rocked a mutated form, locked tight in a straight jacket.

"In the Pot! In the Pot! I ate 'em alllll uppp haha!" a responding cackle from the room adjacent.

Toxic and Voodoo, two sibling Hyenas that no longer resembled their former selves in mind or body. These rooms had become their homes since the age of 5, after their mother dropped them off out of fear for her own life.

Where exactly were they? An Asylum, run by a Mad Man, intent on meshing various beings together to create something new. The result, insane lab rats. In this case, Undead, Insane, Frankenstein like, Striped and Spotted Saber Hyenas. In other words, Undead Striotted Sabreynas. Little over the top yes, but what else could one expect of a Mad Doctor with hair brained ideas?

Unfortunately the Mad Doc had passed away due to a brain aneurism weeks ago, leaving an Asylum filled with crazies alone and unattended. (The staff had long become test subjects themselves)

"Yes the pot!" Toxic screeched, rocking back into a fit of laughter. "Hungry hungry beast Mmmm mmm must eat." she stood slowly. Turning to the door, and kickstarting into a run.

'SLAM! SLAM' her body collided, the door bounced back. Quizzically she peered at the unlocked door before jumping and cackling in delight. The Mad Doc had forgotten to lock her door!

"Free to eat, must eat, MARY! POT, LAMP! No... LAMB! Mmmmm!" She hollered in her joy. The laughter from the other side of the hallway only excited her more as she shoved the door aside with her shoulder.

"LAMB LAMB! MARY CRUNCH!" Voodoo giggled as Toxic approached the door. Keys, Keys unlocked doors. Toxic needed keys.

It took awhile before she found them, even longer before she managed to return to her sister's cell. The lack of use in her arms didn't exactly help, nor did the constant distractions, voices, or random thoughts that had her bursting at the seams with laughter.

Yet eventually she managed to amble back to her sister's cell and unlock the door. Together, they made their escape from the Asylum, paying no mind to the other Crazies attempting to catch their attention. They had each other, that was all that mattered to them.... that and getting a bite to eat.