"Are you okay?"
"No. That hurt."
"Those fu-er-idiots."
"You can swear..."
"Alright, Lukey. We're not gonna let a bunch of stereotypical bullies get the better of you."
"We're not? If I just lie low, they won't-"
"Not an option! You're not lying low. We're going to fly high. High, like an aeroplane. But not just any aeroplane. A bomber. And then we'll nuke them. Repeatedly."
"Nuke!?"
"Yes. Metaphorically, of course. It's time to put your few chapters of training to good use!"
"But... That was, like, speech training. And we only did, like, five lines of it."
"Shush! It will work!"
"And how does one metaphorically nuke?"
"Well, what does a nuke tend to do?"
"Annihilate everything?"
"Exactly! We're going to beat them. We're going to break them. And then, when they're lying there, all alone, beaten and broken, we do it again. And again. And again. Metaphorical nukes, yo."
"Isn't that a tad too far?"
"Pfft. Nah. Let's plan this out. We'll get 'em tomorrow..."
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[Old] My Little Demon
Short Story❝Wh-who are you? Where are you? What are you doing?❞ ❝A demon. Right here. Possessing your soul.❞ ❝What!?❞ ❝Teehee~❞ Dialogue Story // By Max // Cover by @clarkethevirus // Hail Satan c: