Last time on I'm Hank Wimbleton....which was almost a year a ago.
Hank: Do you want to tell me what's on your mind?
Rasazy: Hank...when will you stop fighting for good?
Hank: What do you mean by that?
Rasazy: I want to know when you will finally stop fighting
Hank:.....Why do you want to know that?
Rasazy: B-Because I want you to stop fighting, y-you keep getting hurt!
Hank: Come on, you should know by now that I would be fine. Besides, I'm one of the few people who can actually fight big threats such as these things.
Rasazy: So? Let Tricky fight them!
Hank: I'm not going to let him have all the smoke, I'm about that action as well and I can't have the clown one up me.
Rasazy: You don't need to fight, you have changed ever since we first met, I know what you were like before you came to this world. You were....a killer
Hank: Yeah people get shocked about that until they see the bodies
Rasazy: Y-Yes but you don't need to be this murderous killer, you can just stop fighting and become a completely changed person. It's slowly working as well!
She has a point but the the only reason I'm changing is because I am not the real Hank. I am just a soul impersonating him really well, but I'm slowly becoming my own person and mixing it with the traits of Hank.
Rasazy walks ahead and I was debating whether I should tell her.....tell her who I really am. Yes it is weird that I am going to tell her and not one of my good Nevada friends but I feel like.....I feel like I can trust her with this secret.
Hank: Hey ki-
Tricky: HAAAAANK!
Hank: Son of a-
Blair: Haaaaaank!
Hank: -BITCH! WHAT IS IT?!
Tricky: I want the ones!
Blair: No! Let's go on a date!
Hank:
Rasazy: Umm Hank, what is this?
I look over to what the kid was pointing to, it was a small hole underneath a tree and Rasazy was going close to it, I try to tell her to not get too close but it's too late as she trips and falls down it.
Hank: Ah fuck
I run up to the tree before sliding through the hole, once I was through, I was sliding down a tunnel hidden underneath the tree.
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FanfictionAn Empty Soul without a purpose is given it's role through a mysterious god like force for their entertainment. What will they do? How will they cope? What challenges face this new Hank J. Wimbleton? (If you know me you know I'm adding a Harem, if y...