The elevator ride took a while. As if there were 1000 floors or more! While riding, Jeremy looked down at Joyce. "Stay behind me will ya?" He smiled, making some odd motion with his hands.
Joyce nodded and looked at the gun cocked in his hands. "How many bullets do you have anyways?"
"One." He said plainly. As if it weren't a big deal at all.
Ding~
The door slowly creeped open. To Reveal an even LONGER hallway. "GODAMMIT!!"" Jeremy shouted, kicking the floor, which sent a rubber ball flying.
"Hm.." Joyce studied the toy before drawing her attention to Jeremy. "Hey I think there's a door at the end of the hallway!"
Jeremy looked up, and his eyes widened. "Oh."
They walked over to the door, Jeremy keeping an arm in front of Joyce at all times. His gun was loaded with one freaking pencil bullet, but he was ready to unleash all of the 3 days of boxing lessons he received onto any predator. Which when you look at it....pretty much doomed them if he missed his shot.
Jeremy placed a hand onto the doorknob and gave a reassuring glance to Joyce. She smiled back kindly. With THE WILL OF A BEAVER (reference to RifleKitty123 ) he opened the door and stuck his head in.
There was a pause, he looked around. "I don't see any thin-"
WHAM!
Jeremy fell straight onto his back in a daze, with a broken nose. Joyce jumped and looked up to see the hand of the person who was wielding a bloody tennis racket. "Woah!!! Why would you do that?!" Joyce screamed.
"What?!" It was a female voice.
The person walked into view, and Joyce swore this person looked awfully similar to someone she knew. Black hair with grey streaks. Maroon, almost red eyes. And light pale skin......
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Hello There 2: Salad's Breaking Point
FanfictionFollowing the years after Joyce and Salad escaped from the "prison", Salad begins to act stranger than ever. Especially after 2 new characters introduce themselves. Will Salad break? What will Joyce do? You'll just have to read and find out. (Yes I...
