There were Skittles. As soon as Paradox lead us into a room I spotted a whole buffet table of sweets, and I laid my eyes instantly on a red box of skittles. In an instant I rush over, jump and do a flip over the table grabbing the whole platter in my arm, land, and rush into a random door. Shutting it behind me while screaming "SKITTLES, MY PRECIOUSSS!!!." At the top of my lungs, and closing the door.
"Uhhh, someone wanna go get Skittles out of there?" A voice rang out after the long pause.
"Agents Fenryr and Melanie, go and retrieve Bastet from that room." The monotone voice of Paradox ordered.
"Sir, are you sure that's a good idea?" Fenryr asked cautiously.
"If you want to reforge some of those weapons, then yes." Paradox replied smartly.
***** Ragnarok P.O.V. *****
A me and Alex approached the door, a slight amount of growling and shredding sounded from the other side of the door. I hesitate before grasping the door, turning it quickly I release it and draw my TEC-9s. Behind the door was probably the most horrendous thing I've ever seen been done to candy before. In the room, was a snow leopard ripping through boxes of Skittles and making cat angel motions in the already scattered ones. Me and Alex just stare at the scene in front of us, not knowing what to do, while others peeked round the doorframe and looked upon the massacre of skittles. For what seems an eternity we just watched in amazed horror as Bastet murdered innocent little boxes of skittles. Boxes that had families to go to, children to care for, bills to pay. Bastet ruined it all for the boxes involved on that one day, from this day forward, September 12th, 2558 would forever go down in history. As the day that millions of skittles were slaughtered in the Leopard Massacres, but also that Agent Bastet earned the nickname Skittles. After the incident, which involved all of us Fables and me, in wolf form, to drag her out of the room, writhing and hissing. After we cleared this up, we settled down in chairs, putting Skittles away from the candy bar. Paradox cleared his throat, waited a moment, and began.
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Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, it was hilarious to write. I may be strangled later in the week. If this happens, BLAME SKITTLES.
Have a nice day everybody
-G.F.A.D.Y.W.G.A.
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FantasyThe year is 2558, and we are at war with the Denomaneir and their leader, Merzu. They, are the host, of Hell. Humanity has suffered at their hands for 47 years. 30 years ago, the Nephilim introduced themselves to us and helped to repel the Host. 25...
