Birthday Boy Blam Vs Evil Blam

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Birthday Boy Blam and Evil Blam looked at eachother. They both never knew someone like them existed. Evil Blam looked at his copy with burning hatred. Birthday Boy Blam looked at his copy with shock and fear. The features of his copy scared him. Evil Blam pulled out a knife. He ran toward his copy with a terrifying scream. Birthday Boy Blam grabbed the wrist of his copy and pushed him down. Evil Blam got up almost immediately and slashed at Blam. Blam screamed and ran away in fear. He ran to a alleyway, behind a dumpster, thinking he was safe, but he wasn't.

"Copy! Come out and die you son of a bitch!" Evil Blam walked around, looking for his copy. Blam shivered with fear. He suddenly heard a thump, he looked up and saw Evil Blam on the dumpster, knife in his hands. Evil Blam quickly slashed his knife downwards, but missed as Blam quickly jumped up and ran away. Evil Blam let out a frustrated scream as he jumped off the dumpster and ran after his copy again.

Birthday Boy Blam kept running, trying to look for a phone to call the police. He finally found a phone booth, he shut the doors and dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The phone operator said. "I'm being chased by a murderer! Please help me!" Birthday Boy Blam said, hyperventilating. "Ok m,'am, just tell me-" "I'm a sir!" Blam interrupted. "Ok, sir, what does the murderer look like?" The phone operator asked. "He's short, his head's a rectangle, and his arms are big and grey." Blam said. "Ok sir, just tell us your location and police will be on the way." The phone operator said. "Ok, I'm in downtown Los Angeles, and I'm in a phone booth." Blam explained. "Ok sir, police are on the way." The phone operator said. "Thank you!" Blam said and hung up. He sighed and leaned against the inside wall of the phone booth. He then saw Evil Blam running towards him. He screamed as he saw Evil Blam stab the glass of the phone booth, breaking it. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" Blam begged as his copy tried to get in. "This phone booth won't protect you forever copy!" Evil Blam said as he tried to get in.

"The cops will come arrest you!" Blam warned, trying to scare his killer. "The cops don't scare me! And they won't make it in time!" Evil Blam mocked. Birthday Boy Blam tried to ignore his killer. Evil Blam backed away a far distance, getting ready to charge into the phone booth. Birthday Boy Blam found a glass shard, and then got an idea in his head. Evil Blam charged at the phone booth, ready to kill his victim, but at the last minute, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down to see his copy, shivering with fright, who had stabbed him in the stomach with a shard of glass. "I-I'm so sorry..." Birthday Boy Blam apologized. Evil Blam, filled with rage, tried to stab his victim, but he dodged. Birthday Boy Blam suddenly grabbed his copy's knife, and took it away. Evil Blam then screamed in rage, and started to beat up his adversary. Birthday Boy Blam dodged almost every attack, while crying for help. Evil Blam then got on top of Birthday Boy Blam, and tried to choke him. Birthday Boy Blam screamed in pain, and tried to pry his enemy's hands off of him.

Birthday Boy Blam was about to lose all hope when he heard sirens blaring.

Then he saw cops get out and they started to shoot Evil Blam. Blam felt the pressure on his neck loosen as Evil Blam fell to the ground, dead. Blam then heard cops running to him and asking if he was ok. "I-I think so.." Blam responded.

He then saw an ambulance pull up, and he was rushed to the hospital. Birthday Boy Blam's injuries healed successfully.