"Bleh!" Hanzo tried scarring the next customer, only to be poked in the eyes.
"Ve!" Carl mumbled as he poked.
Hanzo fell on the ground and rolled arounf covering his face, "Dude! What the fuck was that for?!"
"Stop being a prick, Hanzo"Carl muttered.
The small boy got up, feeling the pain still stinging in his eyes. "I wasn't" he mumbled then went to the kitchen.
"I'll get revenge Carl..." He whispered to nobody.
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As the hours passed the small boy smirked at the door then snuck out the house.
Once he arrived at the library, the one he apparently burned down. He got out a bag the hr magicaly stuffed in his shirt along with a lighter buut it wasn't noticeable.
He opened, well slammed open the doors to the library and yelled. "I'M Ba-"
The small boy was being picked up by one tall figure. "Such a disgrace.. how come a tiny runt could do so much damage on a library?" It muttered.
"Hey! Watch your ugly ass mouth! Image not tiny, bitch!" Hanzo yelled, he tried to wriggle out of his grip.
"Don't come back. Well you can if you're atleast in better hands" He grunted then walked away.
..."rude.." Hanzo muttered, glaring at the man as it walked back inside the library.
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The Friends(Not Continued)
RandomThis is a story about some friends. It first starts out a small trio of, Carl, Dan And Hanzo. All guys, and all weirdos. Carl the mean one. Dan the optimistic. And Hanzo.. Just Being Him. They encounter more people, but you'll have to read to f...
