Four: Adventures

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I woke up and scrim was laying on the shelf in my closet, I was confused because from what I remember he went to sleep on the top bunk on my bed but he probably got uncomfortable during the night and moved.
I decided to wake him up considering it was already 4 am at night so there was no reason to be asleep.

"Good morning fuck head" I mumbled as I chucked one of my shoes at him

He lifted his head, glared at me then hopped out of the closet and sat next to me on my bed.
"Are you ready for the adventure today?" He asked

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused

"Its a surprise, but do you have weapons?" He looked like he was trying to contain his excitement but it wasn't working

"Uh... Yeah I have like 2 swords, a pistol, and a bunch of knifes... What for?" I was still confused

"Its a S U R P R I S E. Stop fucking asking or I'll skull fuck you with your own sword."

"Damn dude chill" I said and started gently tugging his dread because he hurt my feelings.

*30 minutes later*
Scrim packed up all of my weapons into my catpack and pushed me out my front door, he still has yet to tell me what the fuck we're doing.

"soooo wanted to wait to tell you what we're doing untill you had no chance to say no.... So we're going on a killing spree, starting with that woman who was talking shit to you at the beginning of the story" scrim looked at me as he smiled his grill gleamed in the moonlight

"Oh well I would have said yes but where will we find her??" I responded a bit puzzled because I don't know how he could have known about her considering I didn't create this fictional character based off of scrim from suicideboys untill after that woman was forgotten

"This is your story baby, your imagination right? So you could poof her up right here right now if ya wanted" he said smiling again

"Okay... Well how will we get away with murder? It's technically not legal yanno.." I said

"Once again you Momo, this is
Y O U R S T O R Y"

"Oh.. yeah u right, u right bud."

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