There was once a little girl who played with action figures.
She thought dolls were stupid.
All day she would sit on the porch and play with her action figures.
She liked to take a match and melt their crotches.
Her parents didn’t care though
She had killed them, and dead things can’t care.
She would use her fathers decomposing body as a battlefield for her soldiers to fight on.
After her father had been dead about three years, his chest collapsed.
She used the inside of his ribcage as a hideout for the bad guys.
When she was fifteen, the government people came to her house and took away all her toys.
She was a very sad little girl, and never smiled again.
And then she died, later.