"Since the world is flat, when you flip it upside down you'll find the evil version of yourself, doing nasty things like spitting on sidewalks and not helping old ladies cross the road." -Danger Dolan: 10 Dolan Life Mysteries About Earth.
Shima never realized that he was right. This is what was going down at the time on the other side:
The sky was a red-orange color due to sunset. It combined with the purple clouds to make elegant, beautiful streaks. Evil Dolan, more commonly known as Gun Shot Dolan, was looking out his window at the time. He saw the beautiful sky.
"I hate those damn colors!" he said through gritted teeth. Gun Shot Dolan proceeded to close the blinds with force. "I hate them soooo much, I........," he began, "I need to kill someone." He walked into his office. It contained guns, rifles, grenades, terrorist blue prints, you name it! He grabbed one of his larger rifles, and a huge bag of grenades. As he was heading out, he glanced at his computer. The background for the desktop was a picture of him and his friends. Most of them, including himself were smoking, glaring devilishly, and holding some type of weapon. Gun Shot Dolan smiled a little. The only thing he cared about was his friends.
"You guys are great," he whispered. The only two people not holding weapons were Mad Cat Shima and HeckBent. Heckbent wasn't because somehow, he was the only person that didn't appreciate violence and murder. He was holding a flower, and was blushing instead. "Such a pussy," Gun Shot Dolan muttered. The pose he liked best was Mad Cat Shima's. She didn't hold a weapon, but that's because she was in a strait-jacket. Yet, she had the most devilish smile of them all. Gun Shot Dolan was inspired by her pose. He got up and grabbed a pistol. "Thanks for inspiration," he said to the photo as if Mad Cat Shima was really there.
He walked outside of the building, and looked at all of the destruction. Houses were on fire, carbon dioxide filled the air, people were trying to one-up each other on who could kill the most in 1 day. This was an average day here. On special days, a nuke would drop somewhere, and everyone who was somehow still alive would cheer. Gun Shot Dolan could then hear the screams of children. But not screams for help. They were maniacal screams, the kind you would hear from a serial killer. He breathed in the tainted air. He made sure his pistol was loaded.
"Time to put the little punks to sleep."
This was requested by ThatOneDragonite and the art was also done by him. It is not my art. No, Vim wasn't in the story, but I couldn't crop it. Anyway, I hope you liked it. (You guys can see the art, right?)
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