And now, a classic story based on a classic animation!


Jissouseki Pedestrian Crossing


Tokyo, Japan
Nagoya District suburbs
July 2010
Approximately 11:45 pm


The night air gave Sayuri a pleasant chill as she stepped out of the convenience store. With her bag of food in hand, the young woman began walking back to her apartment complex. She came to the crosswalk and while waiting for the light to change, she heard something at her feet. No, two somethings...

"Mrs. Lady have food, techi!"

"Give food, desu?"

Sayuri looked down and, much to her disgust, saw two Jissouseki. Unusually clean ones, considering they were undomesticated. The two at Sayuri's feet were an adult and her young child, both about average height for their respective growth stages, the former up to Sayuri's knee and the latter the typical soda can size. They looked very hungry, not that she cared in the least. The child jumped surprisingly well and began tugging at the bag Sayuri was holding, grunting with effort. The little fucker's trying to tear it open, she realized.

"Please take us home, Mrs. Lady, desu!", the mama jissou said, doing the typical "cute" pose jissou are so famous for that makes most humans only want to hurt them even more, "We are little and don't eat much, desu!"

Shaking the child away from her bag, Sayuri's face took on a look of fear. She was neither stupid nor uninformed, she'd heard PLENTY of horror stories about these repulsive shit-goblins and was not about to let even one of them into her home. Running a shaking hand through her long raven hair and thinking fast, she decided to distract them and run a different route home. Looking in her bag, she found some candy she had bought, which happened to be konpeito, the candy that jissou are known to instinctively love for whatever yet-to-be-discovered reason. She quickly opened the package and took out a large pink one.

"You want food? Here's some candy!", she yelled, throwing the candy into the middle of the road, "Whoever gets it first is my new pet!" Within a second of it being thrown, the hungry jissou were both waddling after it. Sayuri took this opportunity to flee. How unfortunate, she thought as she ran, since she had wanted to see what might happen next. But getting home was far more important. She didn't want them or any other jissou following her, and it was getting late anyway.

What Sayuri missed began with an ever-so-charming display of cruel, thoughtless behaviour from the mother. She glared viciously at her child as they ran for the candy. Sayuri's distraction of food and false promise of a good home had made her want nothing more than the disappearance of the little jissou running alongside her.

"MY candy, desu!", she screamed, turning and kicking her own child right in the stomach. "Stay away, greedy shit jissou, desu!" The child went flying back onto the sidewalk, holding her belly in pain as her mother kept running, apparently completely forgetting she ever had a child.

"TECHA!! Why mama hurt me, techa?!", she cried, getting back onto her feet, watching her bad mama kneel down to pick up the candy.

"Mine, desu! All mine! First food all day, desu!", she shouted gleefully, "Now I get nice home, de--"

SPLAT!

The greedy mama jissou got her head and right stump flattened in an instant, likely on purpose, by a passing car she'd failed to notice approaching. It happened too fast for her to even let out a final death scream, thick green shit filling her panties and spilling onto the road. The candy was crushed as well, now just scattered pink sugar dust.

"Chuwa!", the shocked child whimpered, running over to her dead mother, crying and tugging on her shit-bloated panties to try and wake her. The child knew that her mother was hurt, but was in too much terror and grief to understand that she wasn't going to wake up.

"Mama! Get up, techi! We must go back to park, techi! Dangerous out--"

SPLAT!

She got cut off as another car drove right over her mother's corpse, again likely on purpose, crushing the torso with a loud, wet crunch and making even more shit fly out. The mother jissou's panties snapped off, her revolting diarrhea burying her child. Coughing up some shit, the child climbed out of the pile. While sobbing over the loss of her only family, she suddenly noticed a little lump of something poking up out of the shit--a little jissou maggot's peaceful sleeping face, covered in birth slime. It had been born from an automatic last-second preservation pregnancy. She gasped, knowing by instinct that it was a maggot and that her job as a good sister jissou was to keep Maggot-chan from dying.

"Maggot-chan?", she cried out, pulling the maggot out from the poop, "I help you, Maggot-chan!"

The child began cleaning the maggot with her tongue, dropping it and letting it tumble to the ground once it let out its cheerful cry of "Tetere!" She began digging, found another maggot, cleaned it and set it down, repeating this many times. Before long, the orphaned child now had a new family, three maggots and six thumbs.

"My new family, techi!", she squealed gleefully, her sisters assembled in a neat little group, happily staring up at the child as she greeted them from atop the pile like she was the queen of Shit Mountain, "There bright side to everything, just like Mama told me, techi! We go back to park together and live happily, techi! And then find Mr. Mans and Mrs. Ladies to go home with, techi~!"

A flood of happy "refu" and "rechi" reached her ears as her new sisters cheered. They weren't all that certain what they were happy about, they just knew somehow that they had a good reason to--

SPLAT!

A third car passed and the babies were mangled and flattened against the pavement faster than the eye could detect, their blood and guacamole shit painting the road. A thumb and the maggot she was holding, their faces intact, stared out at their older sister with bulging lifeless eyes, their tongues and intestines hanging from their gaping mouths, looks of sudden pain eternally frozen onto their faces. The rest of the unfortunate thumbs and maggots had been crushed from head to toe into paste.

The child stared at the gruesome mess in total silence for a moment, her face stuck in a dumb smile, forehead turning blue and breaking out in a cold sweat after several seconds. She didn't know how to react or what to say, her tiny brain flooded with the realization that her brand new baby sisters had all just died right in front of her, not even five minutes after their birth, that everyone she'd ever loved was dead, that she was a shit sister for not protecting any of the Maggot-chans and Thumb-chans, that she was alone and vulnerable, that she might be the next to die on that road. And if she didn't die there, she'd certainly die on her way back to the cardboard box she called home.

Left without anyone to call family and retaining absolutely no hope for survival, she fell to her knees on the pile, now filling her own panties in despair, and began to sob into her tiny stumps as the rain came down. All the shattered jissou child could do now was wait...