Strange Suicide

Night of the Furries

Since I killed Justin quite a bit happened. First off I woke up in a hospital. I was seen by the FBI to talk about what happened and why I did what I did. It was a nice little interview. He asked "why did you kill Justin" and I said "fuck off ass hole" then I spit in his face.  He yelled at me a little I didn't know what he was saying so I figured the best course of action was to hawk another loogie at him. Next thing I know I have a written sentence to Nevada state prison for thirty years.

The doctors fixed up my body, but it took a while before I really started to feel better, and that was a good thing, a very very good thing. Why? Because until I made a full recovery I could stay in the hospital and not go to prison. I really did not want to go to prison because that would put a huge stint in my plans. Naturally I attempted an escape. This is how it went:

"AHHHHHHHH!!! OUGHHHHH!!!! GOD DAMN IT !!!!!!" I yelled. The guards that waited out my door, just for an occasion like this, came in to see what happened.

"What's wrong!" One of the gauds said.

"MY HEAD! MY HEAD!" I screamed. It was quite performance too, I flailed my legs and bellowed as if someone was mutilating my body.

The guards drew closer to see what's up with my head. Oh the poor stupid guards, as soon as one got close enough, I reached for his gun and shot him in the thigh. He went down hard. Then I pulled the gun on guard number two. I was gonna shoot him in the head. I was gonna murder him, but then I remembered the look Justin gave me before I fainted. I remember the horror I felt. I felt like a monster. So instead of pulling the trigger I just sat there for 30 seconds, holding a gun to his head, speechless. Then when guard number 2 found it safe he quickly pulled out a Taser, and the rest is a bit of a blur. When I came to, I was in a prison a prison cell. I was greeted by a tall fairly fit Indian man. He seemed a little creepy, just my kind of guy. "Hey" he said "My name is Cowboy. Who are you"

"My names Richard. Nice to meet you"

"What are you in for Richy"

"Oh I crashed a 2 million dollar plane, murdered 3 people, one of those people being the famous Justin Bieber, and attempt at suicide is probably thrown in there somewhere too. See it all started when..."

"You sure like to talk don't you."

"...That's what I hear. So what are you in for anyway."

"Me and my crew gang banged a few truckers."

"I... I... don't know how to respond to that..."

"Heh heh I like you, I mean your a little crazy, but I like you."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"I think we'll be great friends."

"I'm really not sure how I feel about that."

"Hey my crew is busting me and a couple of others out tonight, do you want to come?"

"Um.... Promise not to do anything weird?"

"Nah man you ain't really my type anyway."

"Thank God.... Wait what do you mean I'm not your type?... Wait, wait don't answer that."

"They're coming tonight sometime in a big truck, so if you see a big truck somewhere outside the window let me know."

BURGSH!!!!!!

The truck that cowboy was talking about crashed in our cell. The debris was catastrophic. It could have killed us both, but luckily we only ended up with a few bad scratches and bruises.
Four people hopped out of the truck. It was, to this day, the weirdest thing I have ever seen. The truck itself was a giant construction trucks used for carrying massive piles of dirt. The people who got out of the truck were wearing full body animal costumes, and the costumes themselves were wearing leather jackets and had the words "Fucking Furries" written on the back. They were carrying automatic weapons painted pink and green, and they were customized with stickers all over. The weirdest part of it was the fact that it was flat out terrifying.