written by author #2
Sam and Spock were the USS Enterprise. They were headed to a planet, but Sam had forgotten which one. The turbolift had been broken, so everyone on the bridge had to stay there for much longer than necessary, and so Sam was on the bridge. There was a lull of silence on the ship, which, to the Butt Witch, must have seemed like the perfect opportunity to try to ruin Sam and Spock's life once again. So she ran there for much longer than necessary, and so Sam was on the bridge. There was a lull of silence on the ship, which, to the Butt Witch, must have seemed like the perfect opportunity to try to ruin Sam and Spock's life once again. So she ran from the turbolift, which she had purposely broken, and jumped to the front of the panel, blocking the view of space and knocking Sulu and Chekov to the ground. "DID YOU REALLY THINK A LITTLE SCRATCH COULD KILL ME?!" She bellowed from the panel. Sam clung onto Spock and screamed. Spock fumbled for his phaser, but before he could, Garfield ran out of seemingly nowhere-- I'm sure he came from somewhere, but I don't know where, and it's not important to the story-- and scratched the butt witch with all his strength. He gauged her eyes and ripped a solid 5 inches into her chest, and she fell to the ground in pain.
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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.
