Category:. Comedy
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"I don't fuck with youuuuuu,
You lil stupid ass bitch I aint fucking with youuuuuu."
Ah yes. Sundays. The best days to put on your headphones, jam out, and clean out the filth that is your apartment.
"You lil, you lil dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you!"
Ah yes how calm and relaxing. It's already 1 in the afternoon, and I still have yet to move from my cleaning area in the living room. It's been an hour. Wiping down the coffee table and fixing up the cushions I looked around, proud to say I can finally move to the kitchen.
"I got a million trillion things I'd rather fucki-" There goes the groove.
Crash
"God fucking damn, it what the..." I picked up the object of my ruin. A Good Guy shoe.
That's right.
A motherfucking Good Guy shoe.
"CHARLES LEE RAY GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE"
Oh, I forgot to mention...
"The fuck do you want (Y/n)? You're ruining my plotting."
I'm dating Chucky, AKA Charles Lee -bout to get his ass kicked- Ray.
I stomped up to the brunette, how he got back his human form ill never know, "Your shoe," I waved the doll accessory in the air, "threw off my groove!"
Charles chuckled, "Sorry Drama Llama, but isn't that why you're cleaning?"
"I'm cleaning because this apartment is filthy, it'd be nice if you'd leave your shoes at the door or in the closet in whichever form you're in!"
"You look like a barking Chihuahua."
"You look like the "Oh Hi Mark" guy!"
"At least I have a life."
"At least I don't have to transfer my soul twice a day!"
"At least I don't freak out over shoes!"
"You human Onion!"
"At least onions have layers!"
"Yeah, layers of stupidness!"
"Alright, you little bitch you asked for it," next thing I know, I'm back on the ground wrestling this asshole.
I flipped him over somehow, "Ha ha! Look who's on top now!" I gloated.
I was flipped back onto my back still trying to get him off me, "Oh baby, you know I'll always be the top."
"Ugh Chucky come on-" I was cut off by a pair of chapped lips colliding with mine. For a moment I lost myself in the kiss, reaching my arms up to tangle my fingers in his hair...then I realized he was reaching for a pillow. Releasing my fingers from his hair I quickly snatched the pillow, smacking him right in the face.
"Ha ha ha! I win!" I shouted jumping to my feet victoriously.
"Ugh whatever," he rolled his eyes and got up to walk away.
"Pick up your shoes Charles!"
"Fuck off (Y/n)- AH!"
Crash
"God damn stupid shoes!"
Revenge is sweet.
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