Garfunkly Zingle pov
I've ransacked the house when I swear I hear someone scream or speak or something. However, it came from outside.
I lookout through the window.
Holy shit. There's a shed.
"Guys!" I yell before opening the door and running out. I slip on some mud and I face plant. Blood starts pouring out through a cut on my head but I get up anyway.
I'm dizzy but I make wobbly steps to the shed. I reach the door and open it.
Barthemew looks up from a table. He's strapped in but where's Husky?
I see Barthemews eyes go wide and I hear the scuff of a foot behind me. I turn around quickly and put my arms about my head.
I catch a metal pipe that was aimed at my skull and I'm pushed to the floor. He keeps coming at me but I counter attack.
I kick at his legs. He falls on the ground and I get up and kick him.
I just keep kicking him. I'm crying. No one just gets to fuck with my friend and gets away with it.
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The Culinary Massacre
RomanceMe and my friend wrote this as a way to make fun of our culinary teacher. Enjoy :) ⚠️Warning⚠️ Smut, and lots of it CANNON ENDING ON @frogz3210 ACCOUNT NOW WITH A CHARACTER AI FOR MR HUSKEY!!!!!!
