TEN PERCENT CHANCE

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IM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS STORYYYYY, i've broken the filter (if yk what i mean), anyways, thank you for all the people who've read this! (i actually might get back to this, TY FOR 50 READERS IM GONNA KEEP GOING!)

i wake up to the sound of america knocking on my door like sheldon from "Big Bang"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" i was to lazy to get up yet so i just yelled enough for him to hear him

"i have a question-"

"wow your annoying" i mumble to myself, i get up unwillingly and open the door, "what is it"

"so uhm what's for-"

"just meet me downstairs"

"but i didn't finish my ques-"

i slammed the door on him, i already knew he was talking about breakfast so i changed and got ready then head downstairs

"so-" i cut him off "now who's the one who can't shut up" then he gives the 'fuck you' kind of look

"i think i still have some cereal in the cabinet, if not we're going to shay's house"

"but shay doesn't know my real face"

"then i'll tell her-"

"NO"

i roll my eyes, "whatever..."  i grab cereal and two bowls from the cabinet and pour some for him and me, i put the cereal box back and i take the milk from the fridge and pour it into both of the bowls, i grab both of us a spoon then i put it into both of our bowls. I pass his bowl to him as i say "eat up" i take my bowl to my couch as i gesture him to come over, he grabs his bowl and follows, "so..." i take my spoon out my mouth and point it at him, "if i'm gonna allow you to stay with me.......does you're...well package, come with danger on the side?" he looks to the left and right as such there is i'm guessing "maybe?" i scoop more of my cereal as i sigh "1 to ten how much would you staying here put me in danger, and or say it by percentage" he thinks for a moment before speaking "well, about ten percent, since the countries from world war two are one the lose-" i cut him off "THE WHAT?! why don't you just keep them in like--cages or something?!" he replies "they escaped" i roll my eyes "you're guys' security is worse than America's..." he glares at me for like a second confused, but he continues talking about what he was talking about "anyways, there's only a ten percent chance that one of those country humans could get here though"

"good."



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