Yo yo yo it's ya boi corn back at it again with the dank ass fan fic
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Pete's POV
I awoke to the sounds of police sirens. I groggily got up and looked out the small window of the shed. A short pudgy office was getting dangerously close. I needed a way out and fast. I couldn't go down like this. Not with my precious (Y/N) on the line. I quickly yanked up the black flooring and smirked. I'm glad I took the time to build this. I climbed down the hatch and moved the floor back in to place. They'd never find me here. I walked down the dank trial thinking of ways to get my gothic queen back. I thought of various plans but there was one thing in my way. The same damn thing in my way. Craig. My mind flashed back to the fight. I knew Craig was never a fighter. He was always so thin and lanky so there was no way he could have been in any form of training. So ehere the hell did he learn to fight like that? I began to look for any reasonable answer until finally it hit me. Michael. That trader! Out of all the fucking people in the world I trusted Micheal, and who does he help? My rival in love, the comformist captor of my gothic queen, the bane of my existence. Craig Tucker. I punched the cavern wall in anger. Ever since he got with Henrietta he's become more of a conformist. There had to be a way to turn Michael back. Then a smile crept to my face as an idea struck me. If Henrietta was gone Michael would be a goth again. Hell he'd even help me. The (y/n) could take her place. My plan was perfect. Though Henrietta was like a sister to me, (y/n) was more important. I finally got to the exit hatch. I climbed up the rusty bars and opened it crawling it out to a foresty background. I wasn't to far from South Park but would take some time to recover. I limped to a small shack in the center of the scenery. My uncle was a woods man before he retired so lucky he left his shack to me. I limbed in and grabbed the first aid kit on the counter. I had stocked this place up incase of emergency. There was enough food to last two people three months. I sighed knowing my (y/n) would have loved it here. The shack was small but very neat. The cabin like walls matched the soft tan carpet. There was a old TV, a sofa, and a queen sized bed. It may not have been ideal but it was cozy. Once I finished wrapping my wounds I sat down resting. I needed to solidify a plan and fast. I got some paper and wrote down main focus.
1. Get rid of Henrietta
2. Frame Craig for it
3. Requite Michael
4. Kill Craig
5. Win back (y/n)
It was a perfect plan I just need to find a a way to go through with it. How do I lure Henrietta away? Then a smile spread across my face
____________________________________I'M ALIVE!!!!
