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Two Cultist Uncles Burning to the Beat(1)

Two Cultist Uncles Burning to the Beat
A Short Story
by Ohmygodronniii
Raya Bird had always loved scary Tropic Bun with its wicked, warty walls. It was a place where she felt mad.

She was a murderous, harsh, blood of a deer drinker with skinny eyes and strong intestines. Her friends saw her as a panicky, putrid Pagan. Once, she had even revived a dying, sleepy virgin. That's the sort of woman he was.

Raya walked over to the window and reflected on her dreary surroundings. The cloud teased like killing deer.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Abba Lose. Abba was an oily Occultist with sharp teeth eyes and brunette intestines.

Raya gulped. She was not prepared for Abba.

As Raya stepped outside and Abba came closer, she could see the attractive smile on his face.

Abba glared with all the wrath of 1130 agressive powerless pig. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want murder."

Raya looked back, even more scared and still fingering the dangerously sharp ritual knife. "Abba, motherflipper," she replied.

They looked at each other with pissed feelings, like two good, glorious goat sacraficing at a very pyromanical sayonce, which had death metal music playing in the background and two Cultist uncles burning to the beat.

Suddenly, Abba lunged forward and tried to punch Raya in the face. Quickly, Raya grabbed the dangerously sharp ritual knife and brought it down on Abba's skull.

Abba's sharp teeth eyes trembled and his brunette intestines wobbled. He looked sad, his emotions raw like a petite, proud pentagran.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Abba Lose was dead.

Raya Bird went back inside and made herself a nice drink of blood of a deer.

THE END