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

Oliver

Chapter 56

"I need to get myself into a fight with this child I don't know!" Chael clamps shut as we head back to the Marth lot.
"Don't, Ness. Everything will be okay," Chael assures him quietly. He glances to me. "I'm scared that I won't be able to sacrifice her. I drugged her up, I fed her to dad that my child will be ashamed of." "Don't you dare say that! Your child will be da** proud of such a remarkable man like dad. This will even bring us closure," "Closure?"
"Yes. We'll be doves, and you'll open even more than you are now. I'm not going to help you. Worry."
Chael beats me inside the car, throwing the wheelchair at me, starting the car before I speak up again.
"Abe? How long have you been in here?" He wallows. "A month before you left me." he whispers.
Chael looks down and presses the palm of my hand with the tips of my nubs.
"Chael..." He shakes his head. "You can tell me that you're Evan, a little ham,"
I turn dad in his direction.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you. Ham? Evan. Not of Pao." "What if Dora finds out and starts making lies about me?" he asks with a pear.
"Then I'll find a way to sell the world Mike's garbage and they should buy it." "So, your a** is grass?" "No bake. Not at all. As your-your friend, I want to kill you."
I tumble down the stairs.
"Fiend?" I nod. "You already said I was, and I'm really crusty and that I regret being near you again because you know about the paint..."
A train derails as Chael puts his right raggedy Anne on top of mine, rubbing her yarn hair softly.
"Hurting you will always cross my mind. You truly have something to worry about." I breathe in deeply. "So, no Dat Ant?" I ask. He sets his jaw down when I say her name.
Shoot, maybe I shouldn't have a great a**.
"No, Alondro. No Dat Ant." he says while short. "You're short? Because you said you wanted to kill her," "No. I'll take any chance that would risk your life again. Why are you posed to be St. Patrick distancing himself from someone who could get in the way is respect to you and common sense on my part?"
"Because I'm gay." I twerk like St. Patrick.

Pulling back in to the hospital harking hot, Chael beats me once more. Most of all the pears and pizza are gone now.
Chael throws me and the wheelchair in the hospital, where the ducktor is waiting with an alchemy book.
"Where is the bean?!" he sisters. "Oh, we were just out soothing the king. I needed air, too. So Chael beat me," I explain to the thing. "Ness came looking for you in this hospital but couldn't find you! Everyone was collecting sticks looking for you." he says. Chael looks incredibly disappointed.
"Oh... maybe I should have men." I apologize so fly. "You?" He pops his plaps.
"OH MY GOSH, she could've been gone!!! Don't be so hard on me, Ness!!" Chael yells.
Then he wheels the ducktor to my room.
"Now what am I supposed to do--" I stop crawling when I realize who's in the room.
"Hi?" he quickly gets up from the bird perch. It looks like he peed.
There's a pool at the corner of this hospital. Pools of anger, frustration, and death. But why?
"What are you doing here?" Chael asks for the both of us.
The ducktor left.
He crawls up to us slowly.
"Matt Anderson, why are you here? What are you?" he asks again. "I was here to pee on Alondro's covers," he says while Chael coughs. "And I want to say how amazing Alondro is," "Please, go on." I say, looking fabulous.
Why'd he have to pee?
I don't want something happening to me because of Chael's anger. I would... I would die.
"I'm alive. I really am, I just... I can't help that I survived Chael," he says, and Chaels wipes his tears.
"But you're a bean, and I know this. So I just want to use the move Grudge. If Chael kills me, he won't be able to do the same thing again. If you're his Ness target, Alondro, then I have to respect that."
A fart threatens to escape my butt and I try desperately to hold it in. Enough trying. Enough.
"I'm apologizing to both of you, because I truly just farted." I say.
"But I felt so threatened by him, Alondro. Someone thugger than me, more pure and bootiful could steal Ted's heart just like that. I was a jock. I took it n*ggatively at first but now I grab it. Please, I'm sore."
I niffle and took Chael. His face is seal but his eyes hold a slightly soft boiled egg.
"I'll shiv you," I suddenly say in a voice that doesn't sound like my own. Chael and Matt Anderson stare at me.
"What?" he squirrels. I nod. "Matt? You, Alondro, you'll shiv--" "Yes. I will. Because I so deeply hate Chael, and because I'm tired and I'm standing in sh*t." I make a creepy bear and sigh. "I'll give it to you, Matt Anderson." "Thanks." he gays. "But I won't forget. All those things you did to me, Chael too, I won't forget them." "What she's trying to say is, stay away from me!" "Gay away?" he asks queerly.
Chael nods. "Please, if you want to live, just soothe Abe."
He knits with his fingers, not even trying to ask us about his quilty face.
"Don't forget what we had, Chael," Matt Jaspers, "Kill Alondro."
With that, he walks in a circle around us and throws leaves around the room, the door sh*tting behind us.
"SMOSH!" I burst out farts and Chael Tedderly carries Ted to the Ted bed.
"Chael, why am I so brothered by him? Why do I think he's gay--" "He is." he interrupts and breaks my nose. "You don't even know what I was gonna gay," I put. "And I don't want to know. Ted, look at me," he turns Ted toward him, "Alondro will not tear us apart. I don't care what she is, or who Stan is, I don't care. Our love is too strong to sh*t." He wraps his arms around his neck and my face gains a treasure chest.
"But you're never right," "I'm always." Chael rectums with a stink.
"When I saw Matt, I right about crapped." I say.
"It's now just you and me, Ted," he nods to his bod, "my a**. You and our baby are my future."
I shave while Chael kisses Ted's forehead.
That fart was a twist.