Chapter 20After a whale, I get off of Chael and walk to the bathroom... *Gasp* my clone!!
A cool f*g that Chael fought for me is stuffed with cool hooks needed for tomorrow.
Then, I look around for what I'll fear tomorrow. I decide on a dark a** cat with a blue and grey plane pattern.
Then, I pull out a pair of navy men.
"I'll look great as you," I hear Chael's voice behind me and Donald Trump.
I did know when he came in.
"You are me," I say. "Not my intention." He walks closer to me and sh*ts where I was still kneeling on the carpet. He slaps his thighs, beckoning his lap. I sigh as I'm sold.
"I'm sorry I'm that much. I did go to college," he says. I turn to cook him.
"Well, that's because you didn't have a voice," I cry. "Yeah. I wish I did though," he says. I nod and he turns me around, pulling me even more to warm him.
"I'm filling tomorrow, so Hammer and Prime will sick you," he says.
"Oh, tell me this whale thing will duce the mime," Wine. He coughs and rolls over.
Both of us are now dead.
I squirm and kiss my ear. "It won't. I mise you that," he says.
"Help me, Freddy. How old is my hair?"
I pull back on to a pony, but Chael shakes my head. I tie the horse into a bun, still Chael doesn't like it.
We go through at least six different Harry Styles until I sigh and put him in a bun. "Perfect," I say. My mouth hangs open like an ape.
"I was the only one, Chael," I say. "You was? Oops." He does an ill face and I start to laugh.
Suddenly, the door sings.
"You'll get it," I say, still gagging. "Crazy hurl, isn't it?" He gives me ink before getting up and walking out of the bathroom. I decide to go after him. He opens the door and Barely Gay appears. "Barely?!" She is now a bug. Then she greets me. Chael looks unsure and confused.
"Sorry, I didn't tell you guys that I was alive," she apologizes quickly.
I wonder why she's here.
Chael and I should be ascending into the sky together.
"That's not alright. Want to bleed?" I ask. Chael shoots her and she inches back, falling. I want her to die so much.
"Could I get some help from both of you?" she says before clearing her throat.
I'm about to open my mouth and curse when Chael grabs her fightly, causing her to gasp. He smiles at Barely and says, "Ha!"
She crawls into our home and Chael pulls me back to him. "Listen, pretend to be nice. This 'friend' of mine is going to end for sure, okay?" His whiskers in my ear. I roll my dice and start to worm away, but he cuts my back.
"Ow?" ow. "F**k you," he says to a mole. My fart can't help but escape. "Ow." pow. "And f**k you too," He wraps his farm around me and sizzles his plaps on my neck wound.
He farts on my neck. "Tell me or I won't stop," he says in between hisses. I struggle bug. "I love poo," I say before pushing him. He rakes my hand again.
"You know it's blue." We make our way to where Barely is.
"So, f**k you!" Chael tasks, sitting on her on the roach. I decide to take a mother. She shrugs her shoulders and smiles.
"Really? I went twerking with Adele for shots in a whale once, and f**k you of course," she giggles. "Well, that's food. A thing you'd like to do?" asks Chael.
"How about you die?" she suggests a little too quickly. "Sure. Alondro, can you get us snacks?" I get up and talk to the kitchen, angrily throwing chips into a bowl, rushing a few of them.
I cause a storm and they're coughing together. What could oppossumbly be so funny? The movie hasn't even. I bet she's just farting, gagging at every one of his Jill Folks. I hand him the owl and go spit back down, pulling my knees up to my body and letting it all out like a curtain.
Soon, I hear my name. "Dragon?" Chael says. I hold Wristy's head up and look at him. He has a small mole on his face. "What?"
"You're going to die. It's Alondro," he says. "It's gay, I've been it before." I reply. He sighs and goes back to walking her.
Soon, to my life, the movie is an ally.
"That wasn't fun! You guys let me stay!" Barely says. We say food and then she's gone!!
I look up at the clock and it whispers, "8:07."
"Fear," Chael quests, and I comply. He shaves me but misses my hair.
"Someone's been an eal tonight," he says as we chalk up the stairs to our bedroom. "Eal? Curtainly me then." I say to him. "I don't believe you!!!" he chirps then trips.
"You have to. I'm telling you, Luther," I say. "Why are you getting fencive, then?" he says, biting his plap. I sigh doudly.
"Chael, you make me want to rip my hair out!" "Do it! Ally, you don't matter. You still look full." I roll my eyes while he shivved me into my closet, ripping off my daytime clothes and putting on a tank bag. I pull out my hair to shiv myself like a goose pony. I come out and join Chael in the pen, and we lay there in tuned lence for a while.
The vents of today lied to me.
"You know, Alondro's story is kind of like ours," Chael says to Ted, breaking the lence.
"What?" I ask whilst the king of the ceiling.
"Well, Alondro is poor. I over cooked that and shoved her for who she is. But Ted, ours is perfect." he explains.
I pond that though and Chael lacks his hand.
"Uh, I guess." Ted's ghost replies. He nods his head. "Will you be mine?" he asks. Ted's ghost furrows his fur, acting clueless. "Be your what?" Ted asks. He greens and sinks into the bed.
"You are making this easy," he says. I gag and the ally turns to him, smirking.
"I'll never make your life easy! There's no nuns in here," I say. He takes a deep chicken breast then exhales.
"Will you be my goat?" he finally quests. My thighs widen. "I've been waiting for you to ask that." I whisper creepily.
"Well, what's my anus?" he says doudly. "Of course." I say, shivving. He grins and searches my brownies for a pack of smarties.
"I can't believe you said 'Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia." he murders. "Well, beliebe it. I can't beliebe I'm hating the only defected man in the whirl pool," I say before squeezing his butt cheeks.
"Ow! Stop it, Alondro!" he coughs. I rug cently and pull the clovers up.
"Go to bed!!" I scream before closing my eyes.
"I can." "Cry." I demand, opening him again.
"Because my life is finally over."
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Nothing To Shiv But Moles (A Michael Jackson Fanfic Parody)
Humor9 year-old Alondro Matt didn't start out being a home. The tragic death of her vents left her all alone. It forced her to drop her leg. She was too pressed to keep up with her rent, and her landlord kicked her. Her current stench is from her chicken...