Cracky drew Faux close against the dank dimness of their private room.
"Faux?" she asked.
"Just call me Jewels," the older girl replied.
Cracky smiled back. "Alright... Jewels. Do you think I'm cute?"
"Yeah," she said, blushing hotly. A feeling she had never felt before built down below.
"Like... cute enough to kiss?"
"As in... cute enough to do other things with?"
"No." Cracky's expression shattered as she devolved into tears.
Faux reached down with one hand, bringing Cracky's head up to face her own. "But there's something that could make you that way."
"What, what is it?" Cracky-chan sniffled.
"This." The razor blade slid through her throat quickly and cleanly and a red torrent gushed from the wound. Cracky's mouth gaped open and closed several times, like a fish, her eyes wide and uncomprehending, before she collapsed slowly to the ground. A pool of crimson spread around her corpse.
"'Sup, 4chan," the older girl mumbled. "Now, let's get down to business."
She pulled off the clingy Gundam costume but did not let go of the razor..