What if Elmo was a serial killer? Hear me out, he’s easily irritated, lovable, smart, the person you’d least expect. Why don’t I take you on a journey, a journey through Elmo’s first kill. We’ll start at the beginning…
“ZOE! Rocco is a rock! Rocco is not real!” Elmo slammed his soft hands on the table, almost knocking off Rocco. Zoe gasped, quickly saving Rocco from falling. She held him and collected herself.
“Rocco doesn’t appreciate how unkind you’re being.” Zoe petted Rocco and gave him a little kiss on the head. Elmo stood up from his seat.
“ROCCO DOESN’T HAVE FEELINGS! ROCCO IS A ROCK!” He yelled in his high-pitched voice. Zoe held Rocco up to her ear and nodded.
“Rocco says you need to calm down and take some deep breaths.” Elmo’s plastic eyes filled with fury.
“OH MY GOD ZOE!! ROCCO IS A ROCK! I’M DONE! YOU CAN PLAY WITH DUMB ROCCO BY YOURSELF!”
“Fine, Elmo. But me and Rocco are a package deal. If you can’t play with Rocco, you can’t play with me.” Elmo stormed off like a teenage girl, you could hear his steps from inside Oscar’s trash can.
Zoe’s words stayed pounding in his head all day. Why couldn’t Elmo and Zoe play together without Rocco? What was so special about that rock? Maybe, Elmo thought, if he could get rid of the rock, everything would go back to normal. He wished Zoe would get a real pet. He hated that rock. He wanted him gone.
His plan was perfect. He would sneak through the window of Zoe’s room, put paper over Rocco (as he learned playing a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors) and run off. He knew he couldn’t kill a rock, but maybe Zoe would think he was dead. Maybe Zoe would see the paper over Rocco and pronounce him deceased. So that’s exactly what he did.
As he ran off, after “killing” Rocco, he realized he loved it. The thrill of it all. He craved the feeling. Maybe that feeling is what led to Elmo’s downfall. But that’s a story for another time.