Who Knows?

“Why should I trust you, of all sheep?”
“Listen to me, Noils! I can help us find-”
“‘Help?’ All you have done is make this camping trip much worse for us!”
Spunky and Noils yelled at each other as the two had opposing views on where to go in the deep dusk forest, with its trees all around. What was a trip to get more wooden sticks for the weakening fire became a hunt for a way back to the campsite.
“I’m sorry, Noils, I just wanted to have some fun!”
“There is a difference between having fun and making me go on a wild goose chase looking for you! We could just always play with our friends back there, but no, you have to be so impatient and hide in the bushes where they blend in the dark!”
“I called out for you when you were looking for me!”
“I guess I couldn’t hear your voice from far away, I suppose!”
As Noils continued to vent out his frustrations about the whole thing, Spunky began to feel the same.
“I guess you were too distracted with your ignorant mind, you dimwit!”
“What did you call me, Spunky?!”
“A dimwit! Are you deaf or something?!”
“I guess so if I’m unable to hear your stupid voice, fool!”
“So you’re calling me a fool, huh? You’re calling me a fool?!”
“Exactly, and unless you somehow come up with a solution to this, I’m going to call you a fool!”
At this point, Spunky’s tolerance was beginning to hit a new low and he couldn’t help but feel aggressive towards the displeased partner.
“If you just heard my loud voice and forgot about all of this, we wouldn't be here right now!”
“Well if you just didn't play hide and seek, while I had to do all the work, then we wouldn’t be here right now, so wake up! Wake up, you fool!”
Hearing Noils use his own words against him with calling him a ‘fool’ on top, Spunky had finally lost his patience for him. In a sense of joyful fury, Spunky lowered his head and began jolting towards Noils.
“Spunky, fool, what on earth are you doing-”
Noils was about to question Spunky’s actions when he suddenly felt a jarring feeling on his body, like he was being pushed across the surrounding forest.
“If I’m a ‘fool,’ then could I do this?!”
Noils continued to bring up Spunky’s sanity, though he cared about what he was doing as he begged for him to stop, even in a panicked tone at times. Spunky, on the other hand, didn’t care about it in the slightest as he only set his mind to letting go all of his annoyance onto Noils and show that he wasn’t a fool. One moment, they were looking where they’re going, but now they lost their sense of direction as they were in a situation that affected their mental state. Then, in just under a second, everything happened all at once.
Spunky suddenly crash landed onto something and landed onto his hoofs, as Noils somehow came to a stop next to a tree. After he had landed onto the ground, he was feeling mentally weird as his vision went blurry and there were so many thoughts going around that he couldn’t think.
Spunky took some time to get himself together and, with some focusing, slowly got back onto his hoofs. However, when he looked back up, he almost screamed at the sight laid in front of him.
Noils didn’t stop next to the tree, but rather crash landed into it along with Spunky. He was still, his gray wool was now a dark crimson red, and his face could only show fear and agony. Noils was now like a statue, though one that used to have a concience, with its last moments filled to the brim with frustration.
Spunky’s eyes began to fill up with tears after learning the aftermath, or consequences, of his own actions. He tried to get rid of the view entirely by telling himself that it was “just a dream,” but every time he opened his eyes, the gruesome set piece was still there.
“What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?” he sobbed quietly as some of the tears landed onto the inanimate body of his former friend.
“Spunky?” a quiet voice called out. Spunky’s eyes then open up wide upon hearing it, before moving his attention to where it came from. It was Trudy, who somehow heard the commotion. 
Spunky was about to hyperventilate once more and to think about what would happen if Trudy saw Noils, when an important realization came to his head.
“No… She can’t…” Spunky whispered to himself as he grabbed his scarf, which was partially covered in red blood from you know who. “Spunky? What are you doing,” Trudy called out. “Did something happen or-?” Just before the pink sheep could finish, she suddenly felt her throat get tight and was struggling to get some fresh air, before getting a good view of the panicking sheep. “Stop. It. Stop.” Trudy gasped. All Spunky could say in between his tears was a simple “no.”
As Spunky continued to hold onto Trudy, she began to feel numb all around and even saying a single word was too much for her. “Please.” she coughed out loud, trying to convince Spunky to listen to her weak speech. Spunky kept his mouth closed as he pulled his scarf tightly.
It wasn’t before long that Trudy was just like Noils, unmoving and quiet. Spunky, upon seeing her in this state, pulled the scarf away, resulting in the pink sheep falling hard onto the wet green grass with a thud. Spunky took some deep breaths and set his mind to the predicament he is currently in, before he slowly accepted that what was done was done, and he simply had no choice but to do what he did, which was necessary in the long-term if he wanted to continue his own life without the consequences.
Spunky took one last look at the two sheep, which had their lives stolen away, before looking down and making his way back to the campsite.
If anyone else knew what Spunky did, who knows what would happen?
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