" These are the Under tunnels" Annabelle sighed.
Annabelle was the ghost's real name. They were having a long conversation about if you were able to drink coke and eat pop rocks without dieing, and somehow her name came into the subject.
" I have been here sense the 1950's and I have never seen a person die like that."
" Ha! You said you haven't seen one, that doesn't mean it couldn't have happened." I said.
" Im starting to think I shouldn't have killed you."
" You brought this upon yourself!"
And some where in that argument she told me her name, Anyways, So we were at the front of the Under- whatnot.
jimmy
Jimmy
JIMMY
" JIMMY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!"
"What?"
" Ughh, do I have to say it again?"
" uh yes."
" First of all, Stop narrating like your in a book, your not. Second of all, It's not an Under-whatnot, they're Under tunnels."
" Fine, Fine."
" The Under tunnels are the tunnels you have to go through to break them and get to the Undertaker."
"blah, blah, blah- it looks like a slide im jumping in!"
"NO DON'T IM NOT DONE EXPLAINING-
Too late I jumped in
"YOLOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Jimmy And The Dead Person
General FictionA tale as old as time, a timeless classic. A need-to-read! Jimmy and the Dead Person. Join Jimmy in his forbidden love with the dead person under the sheets. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (no it not a jimmy neutron fan fic)
