How come no one notices the reason i named ch.13 'chasing luck' is because 13 is an unlucky number?
I'm screwed.
Definitely, screwed.
"NO ONE TOUCHES STEPHEN BUT ME! NUH UH! NOPE!" I screamed at TigerClaw who dares to try and take my dear frying pan away from me.
His eye twitched.
"Give me that." He seethed, claws unseathing.
I stared at them.
Woah, his nails are pretty sharp and groomed for a villain. Wonder where he did his manicure? I mean, no animal salon around here who takes on tiger's claws. Wait, hah! Tiger's claw! Betcha that's where he got his name- okay stop.
"Hand it over."
Pink. Wait no. Purple. But that didn't match his scarf. Blue nails? No, he'll looked like he got wierd illness or something. Green? Nay. Yellow looks wierd, i mean in Donnie's book, yellow nails mean an illness-that-i-forgot-the-name. Red will looked too flamboyant, but it suits Shredder though.
Speaking of nails, i think i'm painting mine too.
"Hey!"
Black? Ugh, green is not a good skin complexion, so nope. Maybe blue. I like blue.
I saw TigerClaw's claws,-that's kinda confusing-, reaching out to touch Stephen.
By reflex, i slapped his hand away, clutching Stephen tightly to my chest and hisses.
Yes. Hisses.
Didn't sound like snakes' tho. Wait, do reptiles' hisses all sounded the same?
"Touch him and i'll cut your neck off and hang your puny head on the fence and watch as rats feast upon your eye." I seethed, still holding Stephen tightly.
No offense to Master Splinter tho. Sorry Sensei.
TigerClaw growled and suddenly lunged at me.
"Eeep! Take him!" I squealed,-yes, squealed-, while scrambling out from the way, throwing Bebop at TigerClaw instead.
And that's how they ended at the floor, TigerClaw ontop of Bebop.
Bro that's gay. No offense tho, because TRUUUUU WUUUVVVV- ahem! Back to topic. The weather is sunny- okay wrong information.
"If you want free hugs, you could've give me a warning! Stupid clingy cats!" I muttered, crossing my arms.
Another growl escaped his vocal cords,-ahah! I'm being smart, lol-.
Whoopsie daisy. Best not to make the kitten angry.
Kitten- wait! That's it! Hello Kitty!
Then the sound of click enters my senses and suddenly, i have a gun aimed at my face.
Yes people, i hAVE A GUN AIMED AT MY FACE.
WHAT THE FRICK SHOULD I DO? PANICK?! BUT SOMEONE SAID WE CAN'T BE PANICKING! WHERE'S THE HANDBOOK OF THIS? I DEMAND ANSWERS!
"Stephen, if i die, tell Raph not to touch my Space Heroes DVDs. And tell Captain Ryan i'm sorry i missed his annual marathon. And tell me where is Gandalf? For i much desire to speak with him. Before i die."
....Wrong fandom, whoops.
I'm sorry.
"Who's Gandalf?" Wolfy from Twillie,-i'm soooo calling him that, sue me-, asked, scratching his head.
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Fanfiction"Looks like we meet again, hot head." I smirked as Raph came into view. His head was so red from fuming he could've just explode! "A'right kid, give me back my sai. Now." He growled. "You mean that salad tong? Why? Vegetarian?" All hail me for the a...
