Go Mcfast is my original character (DO NOT STEAL). This book will tell about his story of sadness, rage, and vengeance. When he finds out that his homeland is invaded by a mysterious enemy, he must muster enough courage to take the risks, the challe...
While Mcfast had waited for everything to accelerate to his current speed, he had started seeing shadows out of the corner of his eyes, and felt the temperature gradually rising.
Then, the shadows became real. They started lurching towards him, with agape mouths that resembled a banshee's. Mcfast felt that he had met this things before- A small fragment of a memory; A forgotten lyric to a song. The room temperature had gradually increased to the point of boiling, and Mcfast screamed in agony, his flesh burning. Then, the temperature suddenly dropped, and a wave of flame materialized out of Edna's mech, evaporating it instantly, sending Edna's burning and charred cadaver hurtling towards Mcfast.
He had started to take a good look at her body, and almost vomited: Her burnt body was unrecognizable, other than a barely charred part of her face. Her hair was singed off of her head, and what was left of her face had a thousand yard stare. He went to shut her eyes when her body collapsed into a pile of ash. A booming voice then projected itself into the room: "Mcfast! Your time on the mortal plane is over, and you shall be tortured for the rest of your life- IN HELL!"
Mcfast, startled, looked around to see who was calling him, and if the voice belonged to who he thought it did, he was definitely sober. "Satan, is that you? If so, listen up- Fuck you!" He then proceeded to flip off the collective area in an attempt to intimidate the devil itself. Then, the Devil materialized in front of him: A 15 foot tall, red-skinned man complete with 2 sets of horns atop his skull, who's eye sockets were completely filled with blue fire.
The devil grinned and gazed upon Mcfast. "For your crimes against humanity, anthroanity, and any living thing on earth, and your genocide of the city of CWCville, I hereby sentence you to an eternity of torture and death! any last words, sinner?"
Mcfast looked upon the devil, unphased by his speech. "You've tried this 5 times before, and it hasn't worked or intimidated me yet. At least change up your act a bit, y'know? maybe a little more... Pizazz?" Satan, angered by this rodent and his insufficiencies, blasted into flames and let out a deep, harrowing bellow. "Listen up, you little shit. I've been trying to do this for 14 damn years and you STILL won't come to hell! I have a job too, you know, and that's to damn sinners like you to suffer in the fiery pits of the earth for eternity!"
Mcfast, once again unphased, responded with a bored tone. "You never bring me with you to hell because your pathetic ass needs help getting victory royale in Fortnite, and that help is me. Why do you even play fortnite, that game is shi-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Just because you hate it doesn't mean it's bad!" The devil retorted. His face had become redder than a tomato, and his horns were heating up, too. "You're the Devil, man! everything you do is bad, even the games you play! Fortnite is bad, and the fact that you play it proves it!" Mcfast mocked.
Satan looked at Mcfast, and pointed his finger at him. The finger started to glow brighter and brighter, until it too combusted. At this point, the room was being filled with blinding light, which blinded Mcfast.
Then, everything became dark, and Mcfast found himself plunging straight toward a planet. He saw a satellite that had the words "Pandora observation station" plastered on the side.
Mcfast was at terminal velocity at this point, guaranteeing him that he would die as soon as he hit the ground he'd be instantly killed. After Mcfast accepted his death, he saw something flying towards him.
"What the hell is that?" He looked onward toward the object. It appeared to be a semi-truck missing it's wheels. After Mcfast caught a glimpse of the object, he saw an extremely buff arm reach out in preparation for... something. Mcfast didn't have any time to think about who that arm belonged to, because it instantly grabbed him and pulled Mcfast through the semi window.
Mcfast was thrown into the passenger seat as the figure who grabbed him rolled up the driver-side window. His hulking frame was accompanied by a head of long brown scraggly hair, a scrap metal brace that covered his right arm, and a shirtless chest with massive pecs and a ten-pack. The man then turned around and grinned.
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