I don't fuckin know what this was, by if you can make sense to it, great. go ahead and take the idea.
"Have fun, freak." He said pushing me into the cave entrance fence. "You need a well wishing, but I think everyone could agree that you can go suffer."
"You know I don't suffer, Milligan," I crossed my arms. "I prevail."
"Yeah, right. Not this time. There's a pack of bears in this cave that are two times the size of you. I think you will fail miserably." Milligan said, venom lacing his words, while tossing me a butter knife. "No, I know you. Will. Fail."
"But you gave me a butter knife-"
"I know. I am feeling a bit generous." Milligan cringed.
"They forced you to give me this, didn't they?"
"Yes-"
"Those idiots."
"Don't remind me."
"Hey Milligan, did they tell you to do anything else before I went and 'died'?"
"Yeah." He said tossing my headphones over along with my Zumi™ mp3 player. "They also told me to give these to you as well. I don't know why but they did."
'So, I'm not wanted as dead as it seems. That's fun.' I thought.
"I have no clue either but thanks." I lied.
"Have fun." He said once more and left from the chain link fence and fence gate.
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My Pride and Joy Story Thots
ContoYou can enjoy these shitty stories i made. Some of them I will never work on again, some I will lead back to, and others I will work on in secret, have fun predicting the pattern: heck if I know. Make sure you request. I'm open to ideas. :)
