The Sonee/Rosey torture fiction community -

[Le Bateleur]

Y'all should know Sonichu by now. You may be familiar with the "endearing" infant forms of Chris's Electric Hedgehog Pokemons - Sonees and Roseys.

Most Sonichu "fans" dislike these brightly-coloured blobs, but a certain section of Chris's follows take it a step further and write or draw incredibly detailed fantasies of Sonees and Roseys being tortured to death, no doubt while the creators of the fics furiously Mass Debate (although outright fapfiction seems to be frowned upon.)

The most influential of these torture fics is CWCollateral, but there's a whole expanded universe of imitators. Among the notable SRTF (as they abbreviate it) authors is @Xalver, who Kiwis may remember is a butthurt former Kiwi who can't decide whether he hates Null or Adam Wan with greater ferocity.

Needless to say, 99% of this stuff is torture porn, edgelordery, or both. Search on dA for "Sonee Rosey torture" and you'll find stuff. Post the best/worst.

Here's something mild to start off. It's the first thing the artist drew in 10 years, so no bully.

Spoiler: Over 9 hours work

https://archive.md/3OIw4/afa582570034d386535228552aa521e1b5f500bd.jpg

 

[Jewelsmakerguy]

Why must this be a thing?

 

[CWCissey]

Have you read CWCollateral lately? It's moved away from SRTF since Hedgeclipper.

 

[Piga Dgrifm]

Here's a fic to get us started: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Afternoon-Chapter-1-171829939

Edit: Quoted for people without a dA account.

In Which Kitty Rosechu has Trouble with her Television and Mitch Sonichu is Caught in Legal Trouble

Kitty wasn't exactly sure how long she had been in CWCville. Sonichu had told her that he'd rescued her from... somewhere and cured her of her Asperger's syndrome, but she had no memories of this. She had no memories of life before CWCville. All she knew was what they told her.

She'd been instructed to devote her prayers to Mayor Chandler, begging for forgiveness for... she couldn't remember. Whatever heinous deeds she'd supposedly committed under the influence of Asperger's and some mysterious figure called Alcbessonleary. She wasn't sure how to spell it, because she'd only ever heard it said out loud, and very quickly. Or rather, "CWCly". The mayor was trying to officially change the spelling of the word, and it was generally a good idea to humour him or else he'd accuse you of slander and have you brutally executed.

She'd witnessed the execution of Alcbessonleary and a few others, shortly after being rescued. And she'd wondered whether it would have been easier just to shoot them or quickly cut their heads off. So soon after the rescue (no, it was a reconditioning, let's face facts) she'd been naïve. Now, she realized that the execution was never meant to be easy. It wasn't about killing those four. It was about torturing them, humiliating them. And it was about making a show of it for the rest of the town. This was what happened when you antagonized the mayor.

Kitty sat in her living room, flipping through the channels on the television. Family Guy was on, playing at way too early a timeslot, and it was an episode she'd seen a million times anyway, the one where they go back in time to World War Two. There was a segment she was sure wasn't in the original episode, where just after Mort goes through the time machine, the face of the mayor appeared and explained that this was a reference to a skitch in one of his comics. She wasn't sure she believed it.

The worst of it, however, was that they cut out the Flash Gordon parody scene, because the use of a Queen song was considered to be "degenerate", so Kitty wasn't getting her daily required dosage of BRIAN BLESSED.

She was sick of Family Guy anyway, especially in the cut-up form it took in CWCville. References to homosexuality were removed, and the mayor's ugly face kept popping up to point out things that were "parodies" of his work.

So she changed the channel. Mary Poppins was on. Of course it was. It was the Mary Poppins channel, or something. And she'd seen that movie a hundred times. Kitty changed the channel again. Some lame cartoon that claimed to be Ghostbusters. Old episodes of I Love Lucy. The American Rabbit. Was there no escape?

She turned on something that her channel guide promised was an episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus, but...

Kitty let out a cry of horror as she realized what was happening onscreen. This wasn't Monty Python. This was some video of the mayor running around in a filthy room, naked, screaming. The last thing she needed to see right now was his flaccid, horrifyingly-crooked penis.

She got out her cell phone and called the number for the TV station. For some reason she was sure wasn't normal, all of CWCville's TV was broadcast within the city, from the same station. Whatever.
"Hello," said the Rosechu secretary at the station. Most secretaries were supposed to say more than that, maybe "Hello; this is CWCville TV station. How may I direct your call?" but nothing worked in this town.

"I think something's wrong with the menu on the TV," Kitty explained, as politely as she could. "I'm trying to watch what it says is Monty Python, but instead I'm getting one of the mayor's home movies."

"We've lost the rights to Monty Python. The BBC won't let us broadcast it anymore." She hung up, without even saying goodbye.

So no more Python. Fantastic. She could always go and stuff herself with baked goods and caffeine. At least it was something to do for the rest of the afternoon. Not like anybody had a job or anything.

When she was first brought to CWCville, the mayor had forced her to go through some kind of dating education programme, where she was repeatedly steered in the direction of Mitch Sonichu, one of the others who had just been rescued. For some sick reason, Chandler had already paired the two of them up. But as she got closer to Mitch, she realized that although she found him reasonably handsome, he had no interest in her. He kept glancing at one of the government agents, a purple sonichu named Magi-Chan. When the mayor had not-so-subtly sent her over to Mitch's house on some ridiculous errand, assuming that sex would just "happen", she found Mitch and Magi-Chan together in bed. Magi-Chan was on his hands and knees, gasping, while Mitch gripped the other's thighs, pushing his cock up that purple ass. Despite recognizing this as the homo sex the mayor had warned her about, she didn't feel angry. Just awkward, knowing she had walked in on something she was never meant to see.

Kitty was happy to play as Mitch's beard, and easily convinced the mayor that the two were now a "true love couple", as he liked to call them.

So now she was on her way to the bakery. Walking down the ugly, brightly-coloured street, with ugly posters of the mayor everywhere and ugly zapbuds growing along the ugly, bright green grass. A Sonee waddled up to her on the sidewalk, and joyfully introduced itself.

"Soneeeee! Goo-goo!" it squealed, waving its ugly, stumpy arms and scrunching up its face in happiness over God knew what.

"Fuck off," she said, striding right past it.

"Fug off!" it repeated, staring right at her back with hideous, unblinking eyes, and savouring the sound of the words.

The bakery didn't look like a bakery should. It looked like a bakery is thought to look by someone who is only familiar with them in a video game context. It was poorly lit, and there was barely anything on display, and the constant stream of Britney Spears and the mayor's "original" hits did nothing to create a fun atmosphere. Kitty ordered an apple turnover and a cappachino from the Pokémon at the counter (she had no fucking clue what kind of Pokémon he was) and sat down on a stool, bored out of her skull.

Suddenly, her cellphone rang, and God damn it, it was the mayor. "Hello, uh, is did, uh, is dis Kitty Rosechu?"

"Yes. How can I help you, mayor?" she asked. Trying to be polite.

"We have, uh, we have had to arrest your boyfriend Mitch Sonichu. I have discovered that he is secretly a homo."

"What!?" she said.

"We did. My advisor, Magi-Chan, read his thoughts." Magi-Chan. That closeted, hypocritical son of a bitch. It was just like him to sell out Mitch, really. "I think that when we were, uh, helping to cure Mitch Sonichu of his Assburgers, we must of missed something. We need to cure him of being a homo, and I want your help in doing it. Normally, it is, uh, it's our policy to use female convicts or prosts, but since you're his girlfriend, I decided to let you do it. We need you to reprogram him with pleasurable STRAIGHT moments." The penultimate word was yelled so loud it hurt her ear.

"Chandler, you fuck, Mitch is who he is. If he wants to fuck other men, then why do you care?" She'd had it, and wasn't going to be polite any longer. Sure, she gave Mitch a hard time, but she still cared about him. Or maybe she didn't, and just wanted a reason to lose her temper with Chandler.

"Do not take that tone with me, YOUNG LADY," Chandler said. "You are obviously still under dee influence... of de Assburgers. I'm, uh, I'm going to hafta send Sonichu to bring you in so we can cure you."

"The fuck you will," Kitty said. "I'm going to rescue Mitch from you. What's more, I'm going to do it this afternoon. And by evening... well, who knows?" She hung up and ran outside before the barista could stop her.

"Goo-goo!" said the Sonee again, flailing its little arms at her. Kitty kicked it in its fat face, and as she watched it soar through the air ("WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!") she beamed with pride. It was a magnificent kick. Maybe she had a chance, after all.

The Sonee landed on the concrete pavement about thirty yards ahead of her, its soft skull shattering against the ground like a watermelon. A solitary eye rolled toward her, and she crushed it underfoot. The sound it made was as satisfying as anything.

The pastel-coloured streets were deserted, except for that one, unsupervised Sonee. But Kitty knew she couldn't just run into the police station, guns blazing. They'd be waiting for her, and she'd be totally outnumbered. What she needed was a bargaining chip, and the dead Sonee had given her an idea of just where to get it. She scooped up a shard of its crushed skull and ran, as fast as the speed limit allowed, stopping briefly at a convenience store to pick up one or two supplies.

 

[Scratch This Nut]

Spoiler

I only had to look up "Sonee."

 

[Piga Dgrifm]

In Which Kitty Rosechu Pays a Call to Sonichu's Family and Shares a Snack with Rosechu

14 Brunchville Lane. Sonichu would be out helping Chandler, which left Rosechu at home with the kids. Fantastic.

The door wasn't even locked. She snuck in, as quietly as she could. Rosechu was in the kitchen, washing some dishes, while the children sat around the table, messily devouring bowls of Cheerios with their ugly, harelip faces. Kitty knew she would have to take out Rosechu as CWCly as possible. She was the only one to be, potentially, a threat, and more importantly, she wouldn't make much of a hostage.

A shaft of yellow sunlight pierced the window, casting a false but cheery light over everything. Robbie was blabbering something to his sisters about how one day he'd run as fast as daddy. Christine, plainly not listening to anything but herself, was talking about how pretty she was, while Cerah was insisting to Robbie that she really would marry Kyle one day, whoever the fuck he was. Did these creatures ever say anything that real children might? Why weren't they talking about video games or swearing at each other for being poop heads?

Rosechu, having left the dishes for now, was bent over the stove and wearing what looked, from behind, like an apron. She was whistling to herself as she stirred an enormous pot of boiling... something. It was probably the kids' lunch. Soup, maybe? None of them noticed Kitty as she silently padded up behind Rosechu, moving her face towards those triangular ears until...

"SURPRISE, BITCH!" she shouted, ramming Rosechu's face into the bubbling liquid.

It, perhaps, foolish for the housewifely one to utter a "Huh?" of blank, vacant surprise, because that inhalation of breath sucked in a mouthful of boiling soup, scalding her mouth. The children all began screaming, with ear-piercing frequency, as their heads swivelled towards the kitchen.

"MMMMOOOOOOMMMMMMYYYYYYYY!"

Rosechu fought to escape Kitty's grip, but without air, there was little she could do. Cera, being the oldest of the hideous broodlings, was able to pull herself out of her highchair, and began waddling toward Kitty, as fast as her stumpy legs could carry her, which wasn't very fast. By the time she crossed the kitchen, Rosechu's struggles were ceasing. "You leggo my mommy!" shouted the infant, pounding her little arms against Kitty's shins in a display of comic futility that earned her nothing more than a kick in the face. "WAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" she wept, as the wound bled into her soulless eyes.

By now, Rosechu's struggles had stopped, although she was still breathing. Kitty pulled her face out of the pot and the creature collapsed on the floor. By now, that face was a discoloured bright red, covered in ugly burns and swellings. "Take a look at your mother, kids," said Kitty, sweetly. "This is what mommy looks like without makeup!" Cera continued bawling. The other two were too horrified to even speak. And Rosechu... all she could do was make a sputtering sound. "So Rosechu," continued Kitty, unpacking the plastic bag onto the floor, "would you like to play with a pickle?" Kitty pulled out a large jar of dill pickles, and twisted the lid. It wasn't coming off. "Oh," she said, her voice full of innocence, "I'm sorry. This is terribly embarrassing. Give me a minute." After a brief struggle with the jar, the lid was off. "Open wide, doormat," she said, pulling Rosechu's jaws apart and forcing one of the pickles down her burnt throat. Rosechu choked and sputtered, her eyes full of animal panic. Kitty pulled another pickle out of the jar, and took a bite of it. "Mmmm," she said, crunching at the vegetable, "I love pickles. They're delicious. Why don't you have another?" She forced the second down the pink creature's throat, and then a third. Rosechu's eyes were really bulging now, her respiration cut off by the forceful entry of the cucumbers. Cera, desperate to save her mother, concentrated really hard and shot a jolt of electricity at Kitty, but it was little more than a spark.
"Ouch," she said, smacking Cera in the face with the fourth pickle, before ramming it, too, down Rosechu's throat. Cera fell back, in utter defeat, spared any impact damage by her layers of fat, but her limbs were too small and useless to right herself. "Oh, look! You've fallen and you can't get up!" squealed Kitty in delight. She pulled the skull shard out of her pocket and sliced open the mother's wrist with it, rinsing her hands in the blood that shot out. It felt nice. Kitty leaned over and smeared the blood against Cera's face, causing the infant to recoil in horror.

As she did that, Kitty noticed that Christine had pulled herself out of her chair and was making a run (or rather, waddle) for the door. "Oh, no you don't," she said, teasingly, as she easily dashed past Christine toward the front door, pulling the bolt all the way home. It was far too high for any of the babies to reach, and besides, without digits, what could they do?

She then turned around and faced Christine, whose face, oddly, was still utterly blank. No tears for her mother. No flushed face. Just pure, subhuman self-preservation. "Bad, BAD Rosey!" shouted Kitty, "running out on your mother like that!" This got a reaction. If there was one thing Christine, insecure little princess that she was, couldn't handle, it was criticism. Her hideous, fake-looking eyes got bigger, and she began to cry enormous, round tears and make that "WAAAAHHHH!" sound, which actual weeping children don't really make.

Kitty lifted up the weeping Rosey in a single hand, meeting no resistance whatever, and walked back into the kitchen. She plopped the baby back into its highchair, where it sat in utter woe. "You're mean!" shouted Robbie, finally speaking up in his whiny voice.

"That's not a nice thing to tell someone," said Kitty. "Especially when you are completely at the mercy of that someone."

"My mommy's going to save me," insisted Robbie, crossing his stubby arms and swelling with smug familial pride.

"Is she?" asked Kitty. She bent over at Rosechu's side and took a pulse, just to be sure. "She's dead, Jim."

Robbie's lip trembled, and Cera resumed her bawling. Kitty didn't know, at the time, why she did what she did next, but some pleistocene voice in her said she should take a big bite out of Rosechu's arm, and she did. The meat tasted somewhat sweet, and strangely familiar. She was sure that somehow, she had eaten the flesh of her own kind before.

Kitty shook herself back to the here and now. "Alright, kids, here's what we're going to do."

"My daddy's going to save me!" declared Robbie, bouncing right back. "And then Gwampa Chwis is going to find a way to bwing back Mommy!"

"Maybe," said Kitty. "It'd be just like him to come up with some retarded deus ex machina to save you all, or to retcon this whole afternoon away. But until then, I'm going to have a lot of fun." She reached back into the plastic bag of things she had picked up at the convenience store, and pulled out a roll of duct tape. "I'm going to tie up you three. Then I'm going to make a movie about you. Don't you want to be in a movie, Christine?"

The purple thing, forgetting the circumstances, clapped its stubby arms in joy. "Yesh! Because I'm such a pwetty Wosey! I'm gonna be famous!"

"You just might," said Kitty, with a wink. "Then I'm going to phone up your grandpa and give him a copy of the movie. And then maybe he'll listen to me more. After all," she said, with mock sadness, "all I ever wanted was for someone to listen to me."

"Goo goo," said Cera, with fear.

 

[ColorfulCassowary]

I didn't think you could get more autisticly disturbing than fluffy ponies, but there you go

 

[niggers]

>noone mentions xalver

am i old or something

 

[Sczylak Madgar]

Keep fighting autism with deviant autism, guys.

 

[NegaCWC]

Some of Chris's trolls and "artists" whose work is featured on the CWCki have engaged in this faggotry as well.

 

[Piga Dgrifm]

In Which Kitty Rosechu Has a Word with Christian Weston Chandler and Watches Some Movies with the Kids

"Uh, hello? Who is dis?" said Chris, into the phone.

"Why, Ian, I'm surprised you don't know already," said Kitty.

"MY NAME IS NOT IAN! I AM SO SICK OF DAT DAMN NAY-UM!" he screamed, like a child having a temper tantrum.

"This is Kitty Rosechu. And you'll never guess where I am," she said.

"Where?" he said, truculently, and after a long pause.

"14 Brunchville Lane. And I've made a movie for you. I found a PSEye in Sonichu and Rosechu's bedroom, and thought I'd try my hand at filmmaking."

"What are you doing in dare house?" asked Chris. She could hear the fear in his voice.

"I wanted to talk to you about Mitch. But before we talk, you should watch this movie. It'll be in their mailbox. If you don't come and collect it within ten minutes, I'm going to kill one of the kids."

"WHAT – THE – FUCK?!" he shouted. "What kind of heinous monster are you?"

Kitty considered her response. This was a great chance to say something really clever. She contemplated stealing a line from Vincent Price and saying "The kind that wins," (Chris would never spot the source), but eventually she decided on "I'm a Rosechu. That's what kind.

"I created you!" he sputtered, almost too angry to get the words through his flabby lips.

"Did you? I thought that Leary guy created me and you rescued me from his abuse."

"I am the ORIGINAL CREATOR of the ORIGINAL ROSECHU! And as such, all Rosechus are OFFICIALLY MINE!"

"Chris, Chris... I could argue copyrights with you, but then my glass of milk would get warm. Oh, but that reminds me: the original Rosechu's dead."

"What?" he said, in utter shock. "You're just a slanderous troll, aren't you? You're lying!"

"Come watch my movie," she said, and hung up.

The babies shuddered with fear, eying each other. "I hate you!" Cera screamed at their captor.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it's not nice to hate? But you know whom you should hate?" said Kitty, absentmindedly. "Christine. She tried to run away. She was gonna abandon your Mommy." There followed a deliciously awkward silence as Cera's and Robbie's empty eyes turned towards their sister with looks of horror.

"Dat's wight," murmured Robbie.

"But... but I..." stammered Christine, tearing up again.

"But you only care about yourself," said Kitty, sweetly, flipping a slice of Rosechu's leg over in the frying pan. She bit into it to see if it was ready. It tasted delicious. "Are you kids hungry?"

"No, we're not!" said the girls, in perfect, creepy unison, but...

"Yesh," said Robbie, without thinking.

Kitty's face lit up. "Well, then, Robbie... have some steak," she said, carving up a few bite-sized pieces and dropping them onto the table in front of him. Robbie's retarded mind still hadn't registered that the offered meat was his mother's flesh, or else he didn't care. To his childish mind, food was food. He couldn't move his arms, because of the duct tape, so Kitty popped a piece into his mouth, and he chewed it happily.

"Wobbieeeee," whispered Christine.

"Yeah?" he said, after swallowing. Always the well-mannered little kid, he was.

"Dat's Mommy..."

His eyes bulged and he started spitting the meat out.

"That's rude," said Kitty, smacking him across the face. "I worked hard on that steak." Blood rushed to his cheeks, and he started bawling again. Kitty grabbed another piece of the Rosechu steak, and delicately dropped it into his wide open little mouth. He started choking. "Well, more for me, then," Kitty said, biting into the juicy meat. "Mmmmmm... that's so good..." She was wondering how else she could torture them while she waited for the mayor's response. Perhaps she could Freud the hell out of them and force them to watch some of their parents' home-made porn. "You kids want to watch a movie?"

"Is it Mewwy Poppins?" asked Cera. Damn, these kids were forgetful.

"Nope. It's a movie your parents made!"

"Yay! Pawents!" they cheered, once again in creepy unison.

They got married on March 17, 2006

, thought Christine and Cera, still in unison. Somehow, they thought the smiley.

Kitty picked up the chair to which she had taped them, and plopped it in front of the TV. "Now you kids just wait here for a minute, and I'll get the movie from upstairs." It really was amazing how stupid they were; less than an hour ago, she had murdered their mother in front of them, and now they were completely trusting her to pick out a movie for them. Hell, Cera was still covered in blood.
Kitty dashed upstairs and went back into the bedroom, turning her eyes away from the bed for fear that the horrible deeds committed within would somehow rise up and attack her. She found their movie closet with ease, and began perusing the titles, looking for the most lurid video possible. Sadly, the names were mostly just dates or unintelligible codes. She selected a "10122009" at random, but then something caught her eye.

There was one cassette in there with the word "Rescue" written on it, in obviously different handwriting. Maybe it wasn't porn? Maybe it pertained to her own situation?

Taking both cassettes, she skipped back down the stairs. "Did you miss me?" she asked the kids.

"Put on the movie!" shrieked Robbie. "I wanna see my daddy!" Ah, so young. So naïve.

"Well, fine, if you insist," she said, putting it into the VCR and pressing play. Averting her eyes from the screen, she ran back upstairs. All she could hear, aside from her own footfalls, were the screaming voices of Sonichu and Rosechu, locked in unholy yiff, and the children's whimpers.

"Mommy?" whispered Cera, horrified by what she saw.

"What's the matter?" Kitty called down the stairs. "You're going to have to learn about this sooner or later. Maybe the FCC will save you." You'd think watching Family Guy since they were old enough to talk would have given these little fuzzbags some idea of how these things worked...
There was another TV in Sonichu and Rosechu's room. Probably the one on which the porn was usually watched. She put the "Rescue" video into its VCR and watched. Standing, because she didn't want to sit on the bed.

It wasn't porn. It was security footage of an interview with Trisha, another of the Rosechus who had been rescued. Kitty recognized the room; she had been interviewed many times there.

Sonichu was separated from Trisha by a glass pane. "How are you feeling today, Trisha?" He stressed the pronunciation of her name.

"A little better," she said, listlessly.

"You don't think you're Angelica?"

"No. I'm not the real Angelica Rosechu. My name is Trisha."

"Are you sorry for what you did when you had Asperger's?" Damn, but Sonichu's voice was annoying. Almost as bad as the kids'.

"Yes."

The interview was very dull, but Kitty knew what was going on. This was how they were reconditioned. Sonichu had been involved in creating these new identities for everyone, so it was a sort of justice that his family should suffer for it.

"Wait, what time is it?" Kitty asked herself. She glanced at a nearby clock. 3:10. If Chris hadn't picked up the video yet, then he was ten minutes late. She looked out the front window at the driveway. Nobody was there. The flag on the mailbox was still up. She checked her cellphone. No missed calls. It was time to execute a kid.

Kitty went downstairs, careful not to look at the screen, although the orgasmic cries were taking enough of a toll on her sanity. Edging against the wall, she reached over and switched off the TV, and the toddlers' eyes emerged from behind their stubby arms.

"Bad news, kids," Kitty said. "Grandpa Chris is late. This means one of you has to die."

"I don't wanna die!" screamed Christine. Kitty lifted up the chair and began carrying them all upstairs.

"This is going to be so much fun," she said to herself. "Now," she said, louder, "since I'm a better person than Chris, I'm going to keep my promise, and I'm also going to hold an election. Which one of you will die?"

"None!" yelped Robbie, his eyes bulging with tears again, the memory that this mysterious blue Rosechu wasn't to be trusted leaking back into his stupid skull.

"I'm going to give each of you a scrap of paper," Kitty said, passing them out, "and a crayon. Then you're going to write the name of the kid you think should die. If one of you doesn't vote, it'll be them. If only one of you votes, then only that vote will be counted. If none of you vote... then I'll have to kill you all."

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you wuv us?" asked Robbie. Hilarious. He'd only been accustomed to that saccharine love his parents gave him, so he had no idea that nobody else would ever love him.

"Because I need to save my friend. Because you make good hostages. But mostly because you're annoying. I'd probably get around to doing this anyway, sooner or later. Now choose who dies."

"I don't wanna kill any of you!" whined Cera. Naïve bitch.

"I think it should be Wobbie," said Christine. There was another delightfully awkward silence. "Well, he ate Mommy!"

"That he did," said Kitty, "but remember, you tried to run away. Cera, Robbie, I want to remind you that Christine tried to run away. Remember? She was gonna leave you two to get hurt." Kitty was hoping to make this decision as hard on them as possible. No forgiveness, no understanding. Whichever one she killed now would die knowing that it had been sold out, that nobody loved it.
Kitty clapped her hands with joy. She loved watching them squirm. Even if it had taken the threat of immediate death, she had finally got them to do something that real kids did: fight.

Suddenly, she heard a honking noise from the driveway. She looked out the window, and there was Chris, in his stupid car with the SON-CHU license plate, Sonichu by his side. He had arrived, yes, but he was still late. The execution would proceed as planned.

"Kids," she said, sweetly, "I'm going to go over the window for a minute. When I get back, I want your votes to be cast." Really, she knew that it was up to Cera. Robbie and Christine had both got a reason to be scared, and would obviously vote for each other. They both quickly scribbled something on their scraps of paper, and started crying, eying each other nervously.

"You're late, I'm afraid," Kitty called out the window. "We're just deciding which one to kill right now. Sit tight."

"You give me back my kids!" shouted Sonichu, raising his fists.

"In a minute," she said. "And don't try anything heroic, or I'll just kill them all. The only way you can save them is by going along with my demands."

"She's right, Sonichu," said Chris.

"But... but she said she was going to kill one of them now!" exploded the recolour, his voice rising with fury to an ear-splitting pitch. "Fuck, she's already killed Rosechu!"

"So one of them will die. Rosechu's already dead. I advise you to move on, find another woman, and have more bay-bies."

Even Kitty was appalled by his callousness. Although she wasn't really surprised. It was perfectly in character for him. What she didn't know was that he was actually sexually fantasizing about her at that very moment.

 

[Too Many Crooks]

Does count as an appropriate response to these "artists"?

 

[Gensdupays]

I think this is a result of people only knowing the caricature of Chris that the CWCki pushed for so long.

 

[Jozef]

I've seen these all over Deviantart. From what I remember, there was a sonee and rosey torture story posted on the CWCki, then it exploded from there. Most of it is very disturbing.

 

[Sanae Kochiya]

The last Sonichu-related comic was fucking years ago. People still care about Chris's autistic Sonichu babies? Enough to write fanficion about their horrific deaths?

Jeez, Chris seems goddamned normal compared to the autism of these idiots.

 

[Le Bateleur]

>noone mentions xalver

am i old or something

I mention Xalver in the OP. Although he's notable for trying to ingratiate himself with the SRTFags, I've not seen any stuff he's produced himself. If you know where some is, links pls?

 

[Piga Dgrifm]

In Which Kitty Rosechu is Reminded of an Old Friend who Suffers from Headaches, and Christian Weston Chandler Fails to Save Christine Rosey from a Gruesome Fate

Kitty turned her attention back towards the TV, just as the Trisha interview ended and a title card came up.

CWC PSYCHIATRIC INSTITUTE
REF: no. 32407
March 2, 2010
SUBJECT: Swift Sonichu, Age 22

Kitty hadn't seen Swift in a very long time, not since before this video was taken, and she wondered how he was doing. It occurred to her that the reconditioning would be even harder on a psychic like Swift; he'd be able to hear the thoughts of the liars. It would take something special to crush his will. So she sat down to watch his segment, giving the kids a bit more time than she'd originally offered.
The title card went down, and the black and white shot opened on a close-up of Swift's face, his head bent down. There was something taped to the bridge of his nose. The camera CWCly zoomed out, showing that he was seated at a table in a blank, antiseptic room. He was dressed in loose, white scrubs, and there was a glass of water to his right. There was an empty electrical outlet on the wall, and at the bottom of the screen, she could see the top of a doctor's head.

"Tell us what you did, please, Swift," said the doctor. Kitty recognized her voice; she'd been interviewed by this same doctor.

Swift sat back, and said, with a tone of annoyed exhaustion, "I drilled a hole in my head."

"Where?"

Swift chuckled. "Kinda obvious, isn't it?" As the camera zoomed back in, Kitty could see that the thing taped to his head had an eye drawn on it. He gestured to it and said "Right here."

"Why did you do it, Swift? Why did you drill the hole?" asked the doctor, long-sufferingly.

"Too much pressure. Had to release some pressure."

"You wanted to let the pressure out. You wanted to let something out of your head?"

Swift laughed again. "Maybe I'm so smart," he said sarcastically, "I can't contain the thoughts in my head."

"You wanted to let something out of your head?" repeated the doctor.

"Uh-huh," he replied, mirthfully.

"What?"

"People," he answered, the mocking laughter vanishing. "There are people in my head. Not enough room for Swift."

"You mean voices?"

"No. Whole people," he said, sadly. "Arms. Legs. Hands."

"What's that you've put over your head?"

"It's a door," he explained. "Put an eye on the door so they won't know it's a door," he continued, waving his hands, "and they can't get back in 'cause they'll see the eye. You know?"

"Do you think that will fool them?" asked the doctor.

"Sure. Sure it will." He faltered a bit. "I mean... I mean, sure it will. You know?" he repeated, in desperation.

"I mean, is that the only way to-"

"NO!" shouted Swift, interrupting her. He looked ashamed of himself for a minute, but then continued. "What do you know? You don't know nothing, do you? What's it like in there, eh lady? You want to see how to get in?" He lifted up the glass of water and poured it on the ground behind him, grinning insanely. The doctor got up and ran to the right of the screen, just as he threw the empty cut at the glass that separated her from him, with a scream of anguish, of rage, before collapsing on the table as the pane shattered. The shot zoomed in on him as he angrily pulled the "door" halfway off his face, revealing the ugly hole he had trepanned.

"You want to come with me, Swift?" asked another voice, a more authoritative one.

The camera zoomed out to show a pair of orderlies dragging him off as he repeatedly shouted "Get your hands off me," and static took over the screen. That was what Chandler did to people. Turned them into self-destructive messes like Swift.

"Have you fat little fucks made a decision yet?" asked Kitty, with a fresh resolve to cause the mayor as much pain as possible.

She pulled the scraps of paper out of their trembling stumps. Frankly, it was a wonder they managed to manipulate objects at all.

"You said a bad d," said Robbie.

"Can it, shiteater," she replied, reading the cards. "Well, well, well. Robbie voted that Christine should die. I guess you just couldn't forgive her for trying to run away, eh? And Christine, self-preserving little shit that she always is, voted for Robbie. Which means that Cera has the deciding vote."

"Cewa, if you vote for Wobbie, I'll be your bestest fwend fow evow," slurred Christine, somehow, still smug.

"Well, she didn't," Kitty interrupted. "She voted for you. Time to die, Shining Rosey!" She yanked Christine out of the duct tape and pulled her to the window. "Your cuteness doesn't get my awe!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSEEEEEYYYYYY!" she howled, reverting to her primal stage of saying only her species' name. The duct tape had torn a lot of her hairs out, leaving bald patches.

"Ian?" Kitty called out the window.

"MY NAME IS NOT IAN! BRANDON! SOMETHING! MY NAME IS CHRIS! CHANDLER!"

"I can't believe you care more about your name than saving the lives of these ugly little babies," she called. "But there's still a chance!"

"You want to go for a ride, Christine?" asked Kitty, but the false kindness wasn't working anymore. The little fuzzbag was writhing in terror, pounding its little limbs against Kitty's hand, but to no avail. "Can't have that skirt acting as a parachute, though," she continued, tearing up the garment. "Catch!" she called to Chris, hurling the baby at him.

But Chris, unmotivated fuck that he was, didn't make a dive to catch her. He lifted his hands up a little, but made no real effort as Christine fell to the ground only a metre from his feet. The impact crushed her skull open, sending what little brain she had splattering against Chris' feet. Her limbs splintered against the asphalt, and her ribcage smashed open, with bones sticking out at ugly angles. A spreading pool of red formed around her as Sonichu just stood there in speechless horror.

"That was to show you that I'm serious. Now watch the tape, and you might be able to save the other two." Chris reached into the mailbox and, sighing, pulled out the tape. "Oh, and Chris?" Kitty called to him. "You easily could have caught her, if you'd put the least effort into it. But you never do. You don't work on your comic. You don't try to find a job. You don't do any of your mayoral duties; you just pass all that on to your secretary. And you sure as hell don't try to rescue your own creations."

"YOU are my creation!" he yelled, pumping his fists like a little baby.

"No I'm not. You stole me from someone else."

"Alcbessonleary stole you from ME! I am the ORIGINAL CREATOR of Sonichu and Rosechu!"

"Watch the fucking tape," said Kitty, pulling her head back in the window.

"What are you gonna do wif us?" asked Robbie.

"Why the fuck are your feet so big?" Kitty replied.

"You said a–"

"I know I said a bad word. But right now, I'm in charge. And you need to stop being such a stick in the mud, Robbie."

She took the chair back downstairs. It felt a little lighter than before. "You guys want to have fun in the kitchen?"

 

[Le Bateleur]

Have you read CWCollateral lately? It's moved away from SRTF since Hedgeclipper.

Well that's good to hear. Manajerkop can write...it just got deeply repetitive that a Sonee had to slowly die on every page. Most of the really awful stuff seems to be from the wider SRTF community.

 

[QE 757]

the people who draw this are a-logs and undiscovered lolcows.

NSFW and Mature Content:
http://xanabit.deviantart.com/art/Mutant-Sonee-174735074
http://xanabit.deviantart.com/art/Fear-and-Loathing-Page-49-172238467
http://johaely.deviantart.com/art/A-Very-Sonichu-Adventure-Extra-177741499
http://johaely.deviantart.com/art/Creepychu-s-Midday-Snack-177340757
http://johaely.deviantart.com/art/A-sonichu-Adventure-Batch-1-177513892
http://worldchampionmario.deviantart.com/art/Olympic-BMP-sketch-by-Manajerkop-319500177
http://worldchampionmario.deviantart.com/art/Sonee-Rosey-Skeet-Shooting-321023717

The SRTF deviantart group appears to be deleted. so perhaps the community is dying

 

[Kaz]

Almost as bad as those fluffy pony torture fictions.
ALMOST