McKenzie PVC:
It was the day of Assante's funeral and you are an emotional wreck. Your alarm didn't go auwf so you didn't wake up until 5 minutes before the funeral. You also spent half of your morning just trying to memorize your speach for the funeral.
As your rushed into church your way into the church, you passed a mirror in the front of the church and couldn't help but check yourself out. You were wearing your favorite low-waisted, short burlap skirt (as homage to the night of the party when Assante died), and a blue crop top turtleneck. For shoes your wore your favorite Ked's. You wore no panties, your hare was curled into 5 beautiful springs, and you wore a beautiful cut crease eyeshadow look.
You stood staring at yourself in the mirror, felt up your fleeky hips a little, and pursed your lips and eyes to look sexy to yourself. You were so sexy. You flipped your skirt to check out your meerkat. She was perky as usual, but you touched her up with a little translucent powder and J'adore Dior perfume anyways.
Frequently 1975's 7.5 inch sausage slid up into you, with ease since you weren't wearing any panties under your burlap skirt.
"bRUH!" you screamed, and pushed 1975 off of you. "NOT now! We are at Assante's funeral," you said, and started to run crying towards your seats. 1975 pulled his pants back up and followed you.
You sat in between Khaetlinn and 1975. Khaet layed her hand on your shoulder to comfort you in this hard time. Assante was really gone...and there was nothing you could do about it. You became overcame with sadness and tears and snot rolled down your red, puffy face.
1975 turned to you and said, "Babe.... I'm sorry this happened. I know what can help through." and he unbuttoned his pants and his tall Washington Monument bounced up.
"Now come sit on Santa's lap," 1975 said.
Khaetlinn turned to 1975, "Shh.....the performance is about to start!"
The hole church went pitch dark, except for a single spotlight in the center of the stage. Frequently, Iggy materialized out of thin air in the spotlight wearing a beautiful black leather leotard with long sleeves studded with metal, and two gold metal sashes over her chest, and a pair of fish net tights.
Iggy smiled, and everyone cheered wildly, and then went silent, ready for her performance.
"Leeeeeet's get it started...in heeeeyeeeeeeeeeerrrrre....." serenaded Iggy.
Some other memebers of the Moulin Rogue girls group rode onstage on exercise bikes singing backup for her. Once they were onstage, the backup dancers got off the bikes and started to tap dance. The choreography and singing was impeccable. Iggy was a star.
You really felt the beat of the music all over, but then you realized that that feeling was actually 1975 eating away at Marcia the Meerkat. His face was up under your burlap skirt, and you used your hands to push him even further up.
"That's the spot...." you moaned, feeling yourself squirt a little. Heck, you were squirting a LOT.
"What?" said someone to the right of you. You turned your head to see--1975!? You violently queefed out of shock and the mystery man removed his face from your meerkat.
"ZÆN!?" you screamed, looking down at Zæn's dripping face. Of coarse it was Zæn.
"Oh..oh I thought you were someone else," said Zæn as he frequently scurried away like a gerboa.
Iggy was just finishing up her medley onstage.
"I can be ya lifesaver, treat me like a jawbreaker," she sang. This song really reverberated with you, since it was basically you and 1975's relationship in a nutcrack.
Iggy finished by doing a death drop, but the second she hit the ground her body disintegrated into the air in a puff of smoke. Wow...you wish you could do magic which tricks like that.
"And now, a performance from Patsy Jergens," Payten announced.
Patsy stepped out onstage in slow motion. She was wearing boob high converse that also doubled as a boob trainer. She was FLAWLESS! You recognized the quality of this outfit and knew it must be Mossimo. Everyone said it and it was true: Patsy had impeccable style.
The whole arena watched as Patsy stood in silence onstage. You were all on the edges of your seat with antipication as to which song she would sing.
"I don't...fuck with....you!" Patsy started to sing.
You started to chear and dance, and so did everyone else.
"You little stupid ass bitch I ain't fuckin wit chyou!"
You were rolling your body and really feeling it. 1975 started to rub you as your bounced up and down and Khaetlinn was grinding with Anthony.
"You lil...you lil dumb ass bitch i ain't fuckin wit chyou!"
You looked up to the stage at Patsy...who was glaring at you!? You knew that must be a mistake, so you looked behind you to see who she was looking at, but the church was empty.
You looked back up at patsy, who made the "I'm watching you" gesture towards you and squinted, and started to step down the steps and walk towards you.
"I got a million trillion things i'd rather fuckin do. Then to be fuckn wit chyou."
You started to sweat profusely and started to think of an escape plan. Why was Patsy not fucking with you!? You turned to 1975, but he just shrugged as if to say this was your problem, not his.
"I don't give a fuck, i don't give a fuck, i don't i do't give a fuck about you or anything that you do," sang patsy, as she reached your seat and stared directly into your eyes, face to face.
You quickly tried to make a run forbut Patsy grabbed your by your pony tail and yanked you backwards.
"Why me!?" you balled, as Patsy ignored your words and continued to sing.
Frequently, Patsy reached up into your meerkat and ripped out the in gage mint ring! You forgot you had hidden it up there on the night of the party until now. Oh my gosh, how did Patsy know it was up there and you didn't!? She must feel gutted that you haven't told her.
Patsy dropped her mike and the hole room went silent gasped.
"Patsy...." you said cautiously. "I can explain."
A single tear fell from Patsy's eye, and she walked towards the exit.
"Are you okay?" Iggy asked Patsy, trying to comfort her.
"I'm fine...I mean not really...like not really fine at all" she replied and scurried out frequently like a jerboa.
You ran outside after her. Everyone followed.
"Patsy! I meant to tell y--"
Your words were cut off by Patsy's strong fist whipping around and smashing into your face, knocking your nose clean off and your body to the ground.
"Binch!" you screamed, pulling Patsy by her ponytail, making her thump louldy onto her tailbone.
"FIGHT!" screamed Khaetlinn.
You reached to grab Patsy's cervix but she was quicker and grabbed you head and smashed your face into the pavement. You squatted on one leg and swung your other one around, roundhouse kicking her into a nearby wall, breaking her tailbone.
You and Patsy both stood up and faced each other. She undid her bantu knots to reveal a pink bedazzled pistol, which she aimed towards you.
Tears sprinted down your face. "Patsy! Don't do it!" you balled, falling to your knees and putting your hands together in a pleeding position.
This was it, your life was about to end. It was finally over. You'd end up just like the made you missed so bad....
"Say goodbye," said Patsy. She looked like she was about to pull the trigger and kill you, but then randomly pressed the gun up against her own head and shot, blowing a blast of blood and brains all over the crowd.
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AUTHOR NOTE:
WHO DID THIS!? I know Patsy will be mist.
