Bzzzzzz bzzzz... VRRRRRRRR....

"Clean up, clean up, we all had fun today. Now it's time to clean up and put everything away! Hmmm hmmm mm~" A serene smile played on Koda's lips as he hummed the rest of the childish tune. His work was almost finished.

Sat idly on the workbench was Mimi, its lopsided head tilting in observation of the scene. A large, black sheet of tarpaulin had been carefully spread across the middle of the floor. It glistened against the dim basement lighting, stained with a dark, sticky substance. At the centrepiece was Koda himself, half-naked and kneeling. Body smothered in rich red. In his hands was power saw, churning and roaring voraciously, craving the taste of meat. Its vibrations bounced across the room as its razor sharp teeth persisted in tearing through flesh and bone.

Two legs, two arms, two halves of a single torso and the head. Each ligament of the man's body had been neatly sectioned across the tarpaulin, ready to be bagged and incinerated.

Isn't it strange how something that was once a person - a human being with thoughts, feelings, memories and ideas - could be so quickly reduced to a pile of gore all because of one unassuming college boy? Mimu, too, was an item of lost meaning. Born of thread and fabric, and sewn with the purpose of being loved and bringing smiles to a child's face; now forced to bear witness to every execution and crime against humanity. Koda finally turned off the power saw and swiped away a bead of sweat from his face, unknowingly replacing it with a red stain. He sighed with relief. Satisfaction. The job was done.

Or, the first part of it, at least.

"[Y/n], I-I did it! I got rid of the evil. You're going to be safe now. I promise. I won't let it happen again." Koda gazed into space longingly, eyes trembling at your non-existent presence. He blushed. "Are you proud of me, [Y/n]? Was I... good? I was good, wasn't I? And look! I'm making sure I don't make a mess this time. You won't notice a thing once I've cleaned everything up."

...

"Ah, don't worry, [Y/n]! I'm good at disposing evidence. Although, I kinda wish I was a cannibal. It would make things a lot easier. Hehe." Koda stood up, his soulless eyes scanning over the display of various body parts. This was familiar. And that made him feel calm. It reminded him of his early childhood days of morbid curiosity. Dissecting insects and watching them squirm and accept their new, useless forms. However, this insect, of course, was no longer alive. Pleased with himself, he directed his attention to Mimu slumped against the work table. He approached his cuddly friend, raising it into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Mimu. I had to put puppy out of his misery. I'm really sorry. I know you were looking forward to having a new buddy to play with. Unfortunately, this one hurt [Y/n] and I'd never ever want you to be friends with someone that treats [Y/n] like that. Do you understand?"

Mimu remained expectantly silent.

Koda chose to view this as acceptance. He smiled, giving the ugly stuffed toy a tight squeeze against his bloodied chest and planting several kisses at the top of its stitched head.

"Once I clean all this up, let's take a shower together, okay?"

━━━━━━━━━━━ Later... ━━━━━━━━━━━

A cascade of liquid warmth poured down from the shower head, enveloping Koda in a comforting embrace. The evening's toil and gore trickled away from his body and collected at the drain. Red water. Bright and ripe, like cranberry juice. The pungent scent of metal and rust seeped away, replaced by the fragrance of lavender, eucalyptus and sea minerals. Koda closed his eyes, breathing in the steamy air as it washed over him. The world outside of the condensation on the glass shower panel ceased to exist. In that moment it was just Koda, Mimu and, of course, his vibrant imaginations of you.

"I miss you, [Y/n]. I wish you were here with me."

Mimu lay in the bathroom sink, floating seamlessly on the water. Koda had prepared a makeshift bath for them to "wash up" in. A crown of soap bubbles sat on Mimu's head as the poor, soggy toy bobbed up and down.

"Mimu, am I... cool? I-I want [Y/n] to think I'm cool. Like in a hot way. But I don't really know how to do that." Koda said shyly, hugging his body. "You know how characters lick the blood off a knife after killing someone? I wanna do that for [Y/n] and be all sexy but, knowing me, I'd definitely cut my tongue by accident. And I'd doubt [Y/n] would want to see that. I just want to impress them, so they can proudly call me a good boy. Aaaah... I would love that. I really really want [Y/n] to call me a good boy. That would be so..."

As words trailed off, his hand began to do the talking instead. Leaning against the shower wall, Koda began grasping at his erection. Soft, shuddering moans escaped his lips with every touch. Your name whispered from his lips. A hue of feverish pink bloomed across his face, drool leaking from his mouth. He trembled, the intensity of his emotions steering him closer to a quick climax. He opened one eye, quickly noticing Mimu's vacant expression watching him.

"M-mimu...!! Don't look! I told you not to look. Y-you know that. I can't do it when you're watching me." Koda whimpered, turning away self-consciously.

His masturbation continued as he did his best to disregard Mimu's cold and judgemental stare. Thoughts of you bubbled up in his mind. The taste of you against his tongue. His undying service to pleasuring your body. Koda gasped, hand instinctively reaching to cover his girlish moans. He couldn't help but grin knowing that soon, his fantasies would become a reality. Soon he would be able to hold you close and whisper how much he loved you into his ear. Soon he would be able to worship the real you, tend to your perfect body, and keep you close by to him at all times. You would leave the world behind and become his and his alone. No more nuisances. No more heart ache. A happy ending for you both.

Koda finished in under a minute, for even just the mere thought of being with you forever was enough to make him reach a climax of ecstasy. He gasped at the release, shuddering as the sensation washed over him. His semen trickled down his stomach, mixing with the blood and water. His pleasure was replaced with a deep shame. He pouted and looked down at his now limp penis. Exhausted and pathetic. How could he ever hope to please with you such a weak and pitiful display? He felt emasculated, which was a new feeling for him. Perhaps it was because he was so close to attaining you that he was now starting to question his worth. If you were asexual, this would not be an issue. But if you were interested in having sex... then what? There was no way you'd be content with just that.

Koda cried to himself quietly, feeling inadequate and silly. He, then, proceeded to masturbate three more times. Mimu watched.