Being the Last Gay is Hard

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     As I was watching the news, there was an emergency news broadcast. The news reporters were screaming, yelling, "The robots are killing everyone!" I watched in horror as six robots flew in, killing everyone on sight. I turned the TV off, sighing. I was probably going to die next, for in order to survive this mass genocide, I would need an underground bunker, which I didn't have.

     I have a bad feeling about tonight, I thought before I went to bed. In the middle of the night, I heard a loud crash and a bang. I put on slippers, and quietly, snuck out of my room. What I saw filled my eyes with horror as I dropped my flashlight. The robots had invaded my house. I peered into the darkness, watching the robots turning to the sound, which means turning to ME.

I hear the lead robot say, "There he his. That's the boy the boss wants. I can't see what his fascination is with him, though. What's your name, boy?"

     I was petrified. Do I tell the truth, or do I lie? If I tell the truth, worst case scenario they'll kidnap me and take me to this boss. If I lie, they'll kill me for sure. My legs were shaking. What should I do?

     "Well? What's your name, boy? I don't have all day," the robot complained, getting bored. 

     "Amias," I said, telling the truth. Was this going to be the end of me?


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Ok so I know this is a short chapter, but just so ya'll know, I'm discontinuing Howl at the Moon. I simply had no ideas besides this story. I'll try to post on Tuesdays, but please don't yell at me if I don't. Thanks!

-Bax

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