Well here I am. Standing at my husbands funeral. well my 5th husbands funeral. Your probably wondering how my husband died. Well that's a long story...
Michael's POV
It all started in a small town in Cummingtonite. I was having a good day worshiping rats in the back of an ally like always when a strange man walked up to me.
"Hey.." he said in a deep voice.
"What do you want.?" i mumbled
There was a small pause.
"im not in the mood to buy any of your drugs."
he stepped into the light and i looked at him more closely. He had long dirty blond hair with a beard, chocolate brown eyes, and he was about 6'5. He was perfect..perfect for what you might ask? My next sacrifice. I stood up quickly and pushed him up against the brick wall of the ally way. he looked down at me confused.
"Now what do you you think ur doing..?"
his voice..it was so...so attractive?
"W-Well..um i was gonna use you as my next sacrifice for the rat god, but.."
i let go of him and backed away slowly.
"May i ask who this rat god is that you were gonna sacrifice me to..?" He moved himself off the wall and looked down at me. he was so tall...
"uhh sure i guess- His name is bruno and i've been worshiping him since i was a fetus. I've never met him so i don't even know if he's real.., but that doesn't matter."
He looked so surprised, like he saw a ghost. Then he smiled picked me up and spun me around faster then i could think.
"AHHHH PUT ME DOWN YOU PHYCO!" I shouted.
"IM SORRY IM SORRY!!" he put me down quickly and took a few steps back.
"It's just i worship him to. When i was little i went to the library and found a book about some crazy rat guy and ever since i've been into that kinda stuff i guess.."
I was shocked. I never met someone who worship Bruno like i did.
"What your name?" I said
"Bo Burnham. You?"
"Michael."
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The Hypothetical
Randoma story that a bunch of middle school kids wrote because we're stupid and bored🤘