Little Stories

Elmo and I

Elmo and I were walking down the hood one day and guess who we see negotiating with a hoe named Glitter Tits, fucking Barney.
Elmo and I started walking a tad bit faster and Barney sees Elmo.

"Hey u red- fuzzy- faggot stop using them damn short legs to move u, we got some unfinished business."

"Walk faster and don't pay attention," Elmo quietly said.

"Ok."

Barney saw one of the bathroom boys,(a ghetto squad which I need to introduce you to soon),Listerine casually walking by and called him over.

"Yo Listerine, do u see that short red monster and that brunette!"

"Yeah, whatta 'bout 'em?"

"The red one has some unfinished business, and his little friend there, she looks pretty, so bring her to me."

"K you weird pedophilec -creep!"

Listerine started walking towards me and Elmo and Elmo pulled me to the corner of an ally where we both saw it lead to another street. Elmo pulled out a glock, peered around the corner of the ally, and aimed for Listerine's balls.
He took the shot, wait, more like shots to Listerines balls and his balls fell out of his pants and onto the sidewalk.
Glitter Tits happened to be walking by because she was done talking to Barney, and slipped on Listerines balls and cracked her head open.

Geez, Barney isn't going to get that hooker for tonight, Elmo thought.

Barney saw his hoe down and dead. He raged, but his action was weak.

He walked down the street he was on and shouted, " Hey Elmo you owe me the money for the drugs and a new hoe.
What about giving me your sexy brunette girl you got there!"

At that moment Elmo came out from the ally we were hiding in and shot that purple-pedophilec-fuck-scrub in the head multiple times. Suddenly a car came by and I pulled Elmo out of the street and by me.

"Thank you for saving me," Elmo said.

"No, thank you for saving me, because I would've probably got screwed over by that fat-purple tubular."

Until that day Elmo and I had each other's backs. We either did the right thing or the wrong. After Barney got shot we robbed a bank because we were in debt. A few days later we helped autistic children with their homework.

A/N: Hey guys, I haven't wrote a story in a while and I'm sorry for that. One thing I want you all to understand. I don't like Elmo in a way where you put him in a death scene of a story, I'll get mad. I like Elmo to where you can roast his red-fuzzy butt, kill him in a story, or use him as some rag doll. I hope you guys are at least doing OK in life right know, if you aren't I'll pray for you.

Thx for reading!