A HORRIBLE MABILL FANFICTION HAS APPEARED

Chapter 3- Home Surreal Home

Bill's P.O.V
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Ahhhhh....the nightmare realm. Home surreal home. Soon I'll be free of this rotting world, and me and the hench-maniacs will be free to cause all the chaos we want.

"Hey, 8 Ball. You think we could get out of here next, oh, I don't know, 2 weeks?" 8 Ball rolled his eyes around, until he reached a conclusion.

"It is certain." Got to love 8 Ball. Sad to know however that his merchandising soon found itself as a human play toy of pure chance. And now there was Teeth.

"BOSS! BOSS! BOSS! DID YOU GET ME SOUL TO EAT!?" Yeesh. I really need to get my friends out of here before Teeth eats my legs.

"No. Not this time. However, I did get some of Shooting Star's Mabel juice!" Teeth jumped up and grabbed that and started chugging it. Ahh, teeth. He was always so energetic about eating....Uh oh. Keyhole seems to be going crazy without any fresh metal.

"B-B-B-BOSS! DID YOU GET ANY M-M-METAL!?! DID YOU!?!?" Yikes. You know, the more I look in to this, the more I realize how much longer the henchmaniacs will take until they blow.

"YES! I DID! TAKE IT!" I tossed him some keys, and he seemed to calm down. What can I say? I'm stuck with weirdos, and I love it.

"Hey boss. How did it go with llama?" ....Kryptos. He always gets the symbols wrong.

"N-n-no, Krypros. It's shooting star. The blonde is llama." Ok. There, I can see where Kryptos got it wrong. Shooting star and llama do look alike. They never act alike, though. "Anyways, it went great. I got my mark on her, and now I got her in my sights. Trust me, she'll break, and soon, We'll be free to cause as much chaos as we want."

"Ok..." Kryptos looked pretty disappointed. And who could blame him? We've been stuck in this stupid dimension for 1 billion years, and we been itching for some fun.

"Shooting Star, Huh?" Uh oh. Pyronica's talking about Shooting Star to me again. She's always saying that I have a crush on Shooting Star. Heh. Like would be True.

R-R-Right?

"Cmon Bill, admit it. You like Mabel!" Pyronica was getting on my nerves now...

"HEH! OF COURSE NOT! I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH SHOOTING STAR! RIGHT! RIGHT!?" Ok, so maybe I didn't really sell that out right.

"If you weren't in love with her, you wouldn't be turning red." Shoot. I am turning red. I MEAN, I AM NOT!

"Oh please. If really was in love with shooting star, I would've already told her."

"Right..." Pyronica was obviously wasn't believing this. She slowly walked away. At last, I'm alone. I put my Turkey Tv on the ground and summoned a chair to see what Shooting Star was doing.

"Oh ho ho. What's this? Shooting Star's doing one of those random dance parties for no reason. Heh, guess I'll dance along too." I danced along for a while. Man, I should dance more often, this is really fun! I danced along before bumping into Pyronica.

"OH! PYRONICA! How's it been...heh heh." I tried to turn off the turkey TV behind my back, but Pyronica had already seen.

"I KNEW IT! YOU LOVE HER!" Pyronica started bouncing around me. "LOVE LOVE, LOVE LOVE LOVE!" I felt my body turning red. I had to distract her.

"HEY, WHAT'S THAT OVER THERE?"

"Huh?" Pyronica turned around, just enough time for me to flip her cape over her face.

"Bleh bleh bleh." I pushed Pyronica some other place.

"I don't have a crush on Shooting star, Ok? It's not like a lay awake at night thinking about her."

*6 hours later*

I laid in my bed, unable to get Shooting Stars laugh out of my head. WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS!?

"Uh oh."