(January 20, 2017)
It was a normal day in Memeville.
Wendell left his bathroom, leaving a strong smell behind.
(Wendell's POV:)
"At last, I have taken Obama to the White House for the last time. Obama almost slipped right out of my ass. I think he was in a hurry."
A second later, he received a notification on his Nokia.
A text message from the strongest black man around; Tyrone.
" 'Wendell, I can't find any wives to fuck no more. Yo, do me a favor and come over to KFC. I'm waiting for yo ass with a huge surprise too.' Shit, the homie didn't get to pound any wives today. Don't worry, Tyrone, I'm comin'. Just as long as the whole 'huge surprise' thing is what I think it is."
A disturbing image popped up inside Wendell's head once he finished talking to himself. I rather not say.
Wendell wore his fake yeezy's along with a N.W.A snapback before he left the house.
If only he knew what waited for him.
As he walked past the gunshots of other people, he stood there in confusion.
"How the fuck am I supposed to go over to Tyrone, if the nearest KFC is far away?"
Keith popped his head out of a dumpster and said 'Thug, call a taxi, ya? HahHAhA. Thug sex swag.'
"Shut the fuck up, Keith." yelled Wendell.
Keith slowly closed the dumpster after his feelings have been hurt.
The problem was soon solved when he spotted a way to a subway. He went down the stairs and explored inside. It was empty, quiet, and weird looking.
It started giving him creepy vibes, which worried him a bit. But then the unexpected sounds came in. A voice could be heard from the radio.
'A small loan of a million dollars, A small loan of a million dollars, A small loan of a million dollars..'
And it kept playing for awhile. That is until another strange...familiar sound echoed through the tunnels.
Sort of like....Thomas the train.
This really sent shivers down Wendell's spine. His hair grew into an afro from the sounds coming from the tunnels.
But when Wendell saw lights getting closer....and closer...to him...that's when Wendell shit his pants. (Yes, after taking a shit earlier.)
The way Thomas looked could be something that would be inside anyone's nightmares.
His eyes were black.
Blood spilled down both of his eyeballs.
Wendell couldn't help but to scream like one of those really, really annoying ass white bitches in horror movies.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
The animals who lied inside the mighty jungle have woken up.
Thomas' engine roared at Wendell before it was let loose from the tracks.
Wendell ran with sanik speed.
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