We got stuck in a cave. Specifically; me and Airachnid. I landed on Airachnid’s chest face first.Don’t cry Ivy, I tell myself, That’s a sign of weakness.Build yourself up and you get your walls strong; that’s when someone becomes a strong individual. That’s when they keep all those feelings inside. You don’t wanna show you are weak; you are strong!
I was slapped off and then hit the wall across.
“Owch.” I whine.
“Time to slice off your head.” Airachnid said, with a hiss in her voice.
Randomly,I hit her servo and boy it hurt!
“Ow.” I yelp, waving my right hand. “Ow!” I duck hearing a swish over my head. “My dear hand!”
“Stop moving, little pest.” Airachnid said, with a sneer in her voice.
I brush against my shirt and feel a soft flat sticking out object from my shirt.
“Tag!” I scream.
I heard a loud thud.
“Scream one more time—“ Airachnid begins threatening me.
“I FORGOT TO REMOVE THIS SHIRTS TAG!” I took of the shirt and started kicking at it. “Ew! Ew! Ew! I hate tags!”
Then my foot hit the ground instead of the shirt, next second that foot hurt, and I hopped up and down. Dear primus it really does hurt! A large metal surface hit me at the head. Ow that hurts my forehead. I fell on the shirt—on my back—with a thump sound. Perhaps being eyeless, two fingerless, and IDSless things can get much worse. But no, the IDS missed the tag. Doesn’t everyone hate it when they miss a tag that brushes against their skin and bugs them? I hate tags like people on the internet copying my stories intentionally.
“Put the shirt on.” Airachnid said.
I get up while saying, “Then cut off this tag!”
“No.” Airachnid said. “I won’t do something for a puny human.”
“After all, I’m only human.” I mused,picking up the shirt. ‘And I can infect you with herbies! Ring a bell.”
“Put it on.” Airachnid demands.
“Why?” I ask, feeling mishevious.
“Because you are not wearing a . . .Garment for the chest parts.” Airachnid said. “And I do not want to see the product that feels your young.”
I laugh hysterically, and then slam my fists on the floor.
“Hah!” I laugh. “You view them for feeding, and not for the attractive parts. Hah!”
“Put it on!” Airachnid orders me.
“Or what?” I ask, rubbing my hands together. “Yer gonna slice me into a million pieces? Pheesah; you can’t kill me.” I take off my glasses and then open my eye-lids, very boldly. “Take a good look at my eye sockets!”
Airachnid screams, stumbling back.
“Put them off!”
“Did you just do a brainfart.” I ask. “I don’t wear Bra’s when it comes to being comfortable, well, unless I’m goin’ somewhere that’s far off; like a different state, a store, and so on.” I heard her legs rattle. “Cut off the tag,” I hopped onto her legs holding the shirt. “Or else I’ll rub my chest on your face; big blunder spider,yes you are, who’s the Arachnia? Yes you are! Cut off the tags, please, Blackarachnia.”
“My name is Airachnia!”
“Blackarachnia, Blacharachnia, Airachnid.” I list. “You got lots of names; such as itzy bitzysspider walked up the water trout, down came the rain, and out came the spider. Itzy Bitzy Spider walked up the water trout, down came the rain,and she went into the pig feed!”
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Living in Transformers Prime
Fiksi PenggemarI’m a TransFan who was taken into Transformers Prime, no thanks to Soundwave. I became a Cyber-Organic; the Transformers Prime Version of Techno-Organics. I also cannot die. I’m living in Transformers Prime, in the middle of season 1. Enough said. ...
