The Boy That Cried Pepe

OH NO

It was evening, the sun wasn't too bright and the birds sing a soft tune as I sat in my room looking at photos of Pepe, my childhood hero. I had loved Pepe for years as he made me tingle and gave me erections but I was sad, sad Pepe wasn't real and I would never meet him but that would all change soon. I had just finished diner at around 9 p.m I readied for bed as I had school and my dad made me sleep early. As I drifted into my peaceful sleep something fell I jumped out of bed and grabbed my loaded shotgun battle axe, all these days of call of doody the shit warfare game had prepared me I looked and I saw a dark figure within the shadows, he seemed green and a luscious looking beast came out I looked directly in his eyes. It was Pepe before i could speak he grabbed me and groped me and ran his slimy ass fingers down my tingly back. After two hours of hardcore frog sex he left. I was terrified. He didn't speak the whole time... The next morning I awoke and told my dad all about it he told me I was a liar and the whole village laughed at me. I cried for months on end and hated life. But one day Pepe visited again and showed me a picture of the whole village. Dead and burning . I loved it . My throat tingled as smoke filled my lungs . I realised I was now in the town centre thanks to pepes magical powers then I faded away.seven days later. I awoke in a hospital bed the nurse told me I was in a coma for the past seven days. From now on I keep a knife by my bed for I know that one day Pepe will visit. To finish what he started. To kill me...