Glitter sat, staring at the racoon sitting across from him. Twisty starred back, her head tilted slightly. Glitter almost jumped when the toast popped behind him, he wasn't usually paranoid, but the little racoon had attacked, maimed and even killed him too many times for his comfort.
He let out a relieved sigh and stood, spinning to face the toaster. He placed the two slices on a plate and looked over his shoulder, smiling shyly.
"I'm sorry, but we only have strawberry jam."
Twisty's eyes went wide and she let out a pained whine. Glitter's smile faded and he looked at his friend in concern.
"I could go ge-"
He jumped when Twisty threw the knife beside her at him, barely missing his head. Twisty's sclera had turned red and a cruel grin was plastered on her face. Glitter let out a small whimper and bolted out of the room, then out the front door. He spotted Candy, who was watering the garden, and ran over, gripping onto her tail. She looked at him with raised eyebrows, wrapping her tail around his arm.
"You look panicked, Flicker. Did those twins steal your ball again?"
Glitter shook his head, panting slightly as he tried to catch his breath. His tail flicked in slight annoyance and he pointed at the house.
"Tw-Twisty *pant* is trying to *gasp* kill me."
Candy let out a sigh and unwrapped her tail from Glitter's arm and pushed him away from her gently.
"I am really sorry, Sprinkles, really I am. It's just, I saved Tickle's cat from a tree yesterday and saving you right now would veer too much into the 'good'. In fact, I think I should go replace all of Fruity's sugar with salt again, just to be safe."
With that said the Sugar Glider flew off. Glitter starred after the self proclaimed 'Balance Keeper' in disbelief. His fur bristled angrily and he waved his fist at Candy's disappearing figure.
"Some guardian you are! I should just go back to the Arctic an-!"
Glitter froze when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He lowered his tail and slowly turned to face Twisty, who was throwing a knife into the air and catching it again. He raised his hands and smiled weakly, wiggling his fingers slightly.
"I'm just a figment of your imagination. The real Glitter went to get peanut butter, I swear, honestly."
Twisty raised an eyebrow. Glitter laughed nervously and with a mumbled 'It was worth a try' turned to run again. Twisty grabbed the fleeing Fox's tail and dragged him back into the house, throwing him into the middle of the lounge room. Glitter started screaming loudly when Twisty jumped on top of him, digging her knife into his arms, chest, face, anywhere she could stab the struggling fox.
Glitter let out one last gurgled scream when Twisty's knife found his throat.

Some time later Trippy walk up to Candy and Glitter's house, ready to pick her little (adopted) sister. She raised an eyebrow at the mark in the lawn that looked like someone had been dragged across it, but the lilac Fox shrugged it off. Candy was, after all, an extremely eccentric woman. Hell, they could even be from the ball that little Arctic Fox loved so much. Trippy rang the door bell and when there was no answer she opened the door cautiously.
"Twiiisty, Glitteeer, where are yoouu?"
Twisty looked around the corner of the lounge room's doorframe and smiled at her sister, before ducking back into the room. Trippy followed and paused in the doorway, her eyes widening at the state the room was in. Drying blood was splattered across the walls and the once plain white carpet now had a rather nice pattern. Glitter's decapitated body was propped against the room's far corner, his head had been thrown onto one of the armchairs, it's eyes gouged out and God knows where, and his tail had somehow ended up on the ceiling fan.
"Twisty, what happened here?"
Twisty smiled and nudged at Glitter's circus ball with her toe.
"He only had strawberry jam."
Trippy raised her hand and rested it on her forehead, letting out a loud sigh. She really needed to start sticking little warning post it notes on the small racoon's head.

AN: I truely have no excuese for this, I'm sorry. Anyone who can guess who Candy is referring to when she says 'Tickles' and 'Fruity' get a cookie. Okay not really, the cookies are a lie.
The last bit about the warning post it notes is a shout out to my little sister, who did that to me when we were younger. Love ya Wawa, now get offa my stories.