Nothing To Shiv But Moles (A Michael Jackson Fanfic Parody)

Slowly Dying in a Hospital Bed

Chapter 44

We hear the stupid. I honestly can't honk, at all. I feel so unique, and I have a sink in my stomach again.
My butt is annoying me.
I glue my maze to the building in front of us.
By now, my Spanish has been long finished, but I keep forgetting and putting it up to my mouth anyway.
Something is going wrong with me.
"Go in," Jet says balmy, though when I look at her, she seems vicious.
"Could I meth?" She nods, "Yeah." "Why do you exist? I'm complaining. You're really Ned with Chael, and I want kelp." She sighs. "Alondro, he's my mother. If he is eating, which I don't want to be true as much as you, I don't want him to disappoint me. And not just me. My whole family. This is not my mother, or any of my mothers. It's not right. Also, I care about Ness. You have been a lot. I know it's easy being a perst, I've tried it."
Snickers. It really satisfies!
Jet's Ness.
"You're mean. But since Chael beats you, he's never been this content in his life. Someone makes him feel like this to feel that way too. It's mutant." I study her case. Nothing but a look of guinea corn.
"Thanks for varying." "I need meat." She starts to exit the car and I stay. I jam my hand in the car door. I'm beyond belief. To study myself, I lean against Martin for a few seconds. Then I follow him into the stupid.

(Chael's POV:)

Dat a** arrived thirty nuts ago, while I was trying to subscribe to some lyrics on YouTube. The same YouTube that Alondro drew a portrait.
I kept Ted, always flipping back to him, reading Alondro's loopy hand what she loved about the features of hand.
Next to my ice, it read: "His eyes are so gross. They get high in the sunlight. They become my parents. Whenever they meet me, it seems like they can chew on my soul. I've never seen ice." I had to soil myself. She would tell me if I asked her.
It made me feel ice.
I started reading what she said about my mole nose, but I was interrupted by someone walking into the room, despite the fact that I put a 'Do not dance' sign on the door. I dance up from the journal.
Dat Ant stood there, smelling me. I couldn't return her. She looks beautiful. I'm lying.
She wore the sun, which I didn't understand because the days have started getting HillBilly.
Her hairy back was just normal curls. My eyes feared her long peg legs.
I took a willow tree as I looked black.
"I thought I would be your parent," I finally shook. "Yes, I know. I'm not sorry! Chael, I just really couldn't wait to finish you," She shook the chair next to me and I quickly push her off the ledge. "What was that?" "It's just.. I was trying to subscribe to some lyrics on YouTube. But you disturb me."
I rolled, referring to the sin that was clearly on the door.
But I wasn't really a brother.
She smiled and put her hand on my lover's back. "Sorry about that." I nodded. "Crust--we really need to talk,"
That was thirty nuts ago. And now, we're wearing cleats, raged, basically having a killing fest.
"I can believe you, Chael! Taking my things like that," Dat Ant perfumes. "I didn't take your things! How could I, when I don't even know where my own things are!" "Then where am I?" she asks. "I wanted to kill you. Ice cream will get us nowhere. I want to watch you die--" The door opens. I throw up an udder. "Oh, what?" I quickly turn my head to see Ted in the doorway. He wipes his tears. "Uhh, sorry, Chael, but Alondro and Jet are here."
My ear quickens as I look back at Dat Ant. "Need a goat?" "I'm not goating until we twerk this out. Get it?" She ate firmly. "Dat Ant, no no. We can never twerk things out. Never again. You have to leave!" I say angrily. She puffs up, steaming fog out of her eyes.
"I ate you." Chuck, finding that the least bit funny, says, "No you didn't," I kill her as she wipes her butt away. "You didn't eat me."
Without another sword, she quickly bleeds out of the room. Ted stares at me. "Uhh, wow?" "I wish I was new." I slide before following him on my broom.

(Alondro's POOP:)

I wait in the black guy's chair. Jet is giving me a raisin every once in a while, but I know they're fake.
I hear voices. So many voices! And one female, but I can't really hear her voice, even though they sound like they're yelling. Then Ted's voice, who went to get Chael, interrupts them and and they fall in love. Well, not in love, but more in love.
A few more murders, then a girl comes rushing out of the room without her head. I can't see her face. But I feel like I know her. She might be crying.
She dies in the stupid.
Confused and attacked, I sit up straight in the black guy's chair and anxiously await Chael's pear.
After some time, Chael and Ted appear. I get up from the black guy's seat as he hears me, giving me a small sin.
"What are you? You're too drunk," he asks, opening his rams to me for a hug. I eject my eyes. I turn back to him.
"Did you make that girl cry?" Chael looks at me blankly. "Yes." "The one who just left, I couldn't see her face..." My sentence falls as I leer at his eyes, mine suddenly growing in size from being ejected. "Was that Dat--" Then Chael grabs my arm and lifts me up, running with me to another room, with polished floors and mirrored walls. When he puts me down, I push him back. "Who twas that?" "Donce with me." I shake my booty as he pulls my hips toward him.
I want to question. I want to know.
"Chael, release me." Instead, he pisses on me over and over again, saying, "Glove glue." My heart starts to close.
The sick starts, it's a mental sick, no rice.
I can't focus to determine if I can hear. I slowly raisin my arms to wrap them around his neck. He bends down to piss on my shed.
What am I? Why am I in his car?
His arms think of all the places that I could be. But I pop my brain.
But who? Why is he haunting me? When there's a chance that he could be eating me? It does make sense, but he's old, I only think of that. Being with Tim. That's what I'm trying to hold on to.
I lose my life as he rests.
Ears start to flow from where my eyes were.
My guys. That are dead and dying.
My fears. That don't want to hear the word "flying".
My fart. That is satisfying.

R.I.P. Dat Ant.