KERMITING MURDER (by invaderzilo thru my phone)

Victim number one

A/N: This person wrote ALL OF THIS STORY THRU MY PHONE. DO NOT JUDGE ME: InvaderZilo

   WARNING SUPER SUPER SCARY!!!

I AM INCLUDING InvaderZilo

(WHO IS MY SIBLING. MY BIG SIBLING. IM THE LITTLE CHILD SIBLING TEHE.)

I sharpen my knife. But in the kewl way, on a cold, black rock. Smirking lightly as I think of all the murders I'm going to Kermit. My first victim is..

Elmo.

I plan to kill at 3 am tonight.

I lick my lips thinking my lips thinking about the taste of the hunt. For now though.. I'm gonna eat my Dino chicken nuggies.

I heat up my Dino nuggies in microwave for only two seconds because they're way better frozen and cold like a block of ice.

I start by grabbing a stake knife and stabbing the Dino nuggie. I put the knife up to my lips, and bite it straight off the knife, and swallowing it whole. Mmm fresh stabbed prey.

After my tasty lil snack.. I bring my freshly sharpened knife.. and walk down to my old home...

...To Sesame Street.

I knock on the door of Elmo's house but don't even bother waiting for a response, I just slide right in, lurking in the shadows... I find Elmo's room and knock down the door saying "FBI.. open up.." in a very rizzful tone.

I see Elmo shaking with fear and approach him, my teeth glistening in the moonlight. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey there bbg." I waggle my eyebrows. "Your so hawt," Elmo says in a non rizzful way. Clearly I'm the better rizzler here, because..

STICKING OUT YOUR GYATT FOR THE RIZZLER YOUR SO SKIBIDI-

Anyways.. back to.. kermiting murder.

I tried to stab him death, but I accidentally stab a Cheeto on the ground.

Elmo holds in a laugh, as if I did something stupid. I'm not stupid. I am the rizz god.

Elmo dials the number four. The worst thing in the universe...

THERAPY.

(Not making fun of mental health problems, they're a serious thing, Kermit's just a psychopath)

Damn Elmo's short, i just realized. Short and bald.

I jump out the window before the therapists can come here...

My gyatt ripples in the cold wind.. Mmm.. Chilly. Me likey.

(There is nothing wrong with the writers. We're just a little silly and we don't know any better.)

   Mmm but the taste of the dead bodies. Yummy chefs kiss. Yummy yummy.

   Anyways, I did not succeed in murder.. but tomorrow.. I shall. DON DON DON.