A Friend For The Insane

Sneaky peaky. . .

Alright, so, since this chapter is getting long and I don't really want to split it up and I might not finish it today, I'm going to give y'all a sneak peak at something that might end up happening in this next chapter.

So without further ado, I give you a sneak peak at. . . 

                                                                       Chapter six: Fist and Knuckle

She found him. In Front of a huge pathway to a large head-shaped building in the distance, lay a tattered Spamton. He probably had seen worse days, but just seeing her friend lying almost motionless on the ground, glasses shattered next to him, pushed more than a few buttons.

Fona's hate morphed into pure unadulterated rage.

It was almost as if, the enemy since her arrival. Two well-built creatures stepped from surrounding shadows.

All looked the same: giant wires plugged into their faces, different colored fur covered their bodies, they looked like something straight out of a b rated movie, yet they still held an air of 'be ready for anything'

Then.

A third being stepped between the others.

This one was a monster, a strange bull that looked like he belonged to a mafia of some sort.

"You the kid we've been waiting for? your little friend didn't lose faith even when we said you were only lookin' out for your own hide'' the bull tsked, "A shame you didn't stay away, would have been fun to see his face when you showed your self serving nature, Lightner." The bull trudged up to Fona, cracking his knuckles as he got closer, a bitter-sweet sneer on his lips. "But, I guess breakin' your face will have to do"

Fona's coherent thoughts were covered in a red haze, a beating mass of red that pulsed and shook.

"What will it be, Girl? You going to fight for your friend or are you going to run away with your tail between your legs, like last time we fought"

Her brain never registered the last words uttered, she growled. She stared at the seven-foot-tall behemoth of a monster in front of her and slammed a fist into his side.

With that, the fight had begun.

Not a soul was around except the group.

No one found it weird.

Especially not the human who watched from afar, their deer friend at their side.