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Chicker Squick

The ground is appearing rather quickly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Tom latches onto the Cummie.

"WHY. I'M NOT A PARACHUTE YOU FUCKWAD," Tord curses him out.

Mirror screams upon contact with the dirt. Turd and Tam land on top of him and Egg lands on his feet on top of them unharmed.

"Guys! I survived!..."

"Guys?"

"Get off me, asshole," Gun squirms around.

"Oh!" He hovers off of them and everyone stood.

"You fucking moron, we didn't even-" Tom starts but is interrupted by Add holding up Snoop's weed necklace.

"Oh. Nice."

"I know," Edd puts it on and poses, "Thanx."

"Well, the body pillow's next!" Matt grabs everyone with his noodle arms and runs at incredible hihg speeds

"You don't even know where we're going!" Tord complains.

"Of course I know where I'm going!" Met sasses him back.

An hour of time passes by.

"I don't think I know where I'm going." He drops everyone.

"I TOLD YOU!!" The Communist holds up his arms and freaks the hell out.

"baeb ples chill" Egg pets him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

Tom simply knocks Trodr out. he is dead

"There," He adds on.

HEY SO IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS AND WE FINALLY REACHED A QUARTER OF A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS. I HATE THIS FUCKING FANDOM BUT I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS. I LITERALLY HAVEN'T TOUCHED THIS SINCE 2016 SO IT'S TIME TO END WITH A BANGER.

Suddenly, a figure clipped out of the ground in a V-Pose. It appeared to be...

"SANTIAGO."

TOMSKA THE FUCKING CUNT GETS ABSOLUTELY ANNIHILATED BY A SEXY M16 PISTOL. He deserved it. He ruined my favorite character.

"NOOOOOOO" Matt (s)creams. And then he gets shot too like the little bitch ass twunk he is.

The gun comes face-to-face with Edd, and the last thing he hears is a click.

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Edd woke up in a cold sweat. His room is dimly lit, light barely shining in through lazily-tossed curtains and blinds. The time is six o' three AM, and everyone else in the house seems to be asleep. He can tell by the lack of any noise.

"Ugh..." The boy furrowed his brows, putting a hand to the top of his head. What an uncanny dream... He sat up, figuring he may as well start his day now that he's awake.