This chapter is written by Author #2
It all started on a Tuesday. In Sam's head at the time, it seemed like a particularly eventful Tuesday-- the day he would get remarried. But really, that was the relatively normal start of the most insane time of Sam's, his husband's, any of his friend's already weird lives.
Sam had been planning this wedding for quite the long while now, and he'd had quite the list of invitations: his husband-to-be, Spock, of course, his closest friends, Colin the Computer and Tony the Talking Clock, a few family members, friends of friends and the list goes on. But a "special guest" had been invited, Colin's doing, of course without anyone else knowing. And so we have the situation our good friend Sam was now in: the church was being destroyed, children were being attacked, the cake had been thrown against the wall, the list goes on... all by the Butt Witch herself. Of course it was a disaster, the Butt Witch and children really don't mix, so Sam and Spock had decided to take refuge at Colin's house. One of Colin and Tony's friends, Garfield, was staying at the house, and he'd had some trouble with the Butt Witch in the past as well. And so assuming she was still ruining the wedding, Sam and Spock went into Tony and Colin's room. They were expecting a room with things in it, as rooms usually are, but they were NOT expecting what was in that room to be a face-to-face encounter with the Butt Witch.
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The Crossover Of Many Fandoms.
FanfictionThis Story includes fandoms, including, Don't Hug me I'm scared Everything is fine 12 forever Garfield And Star Trek. This may change as this story is being co-wrote with my dear friend on Picsart.
