WARNING: this isn't nearly as bad as all the other wattpad stories out there but this may be a little gory and if you're reading my story then I appreciate you enough to tell you. you also may think that this isn't gory at all and that's fine too. it's all personal preference and whatever makes you happy. enjoy the story :)
My eyes begin to open slowly. I almost forgot where I was. Oh right. I slowly stand up and take in my surroundings. My black dress and purple hair is unfamiliar but I'll get used to it. My new magic powers or whatever they are has made the cave into my new home. I don't know weather to call my powers magic or not but I made mozzarella sticks for breakfast using a purple flame coming out of my hand so I guess I could call it magic. Suddenly I think back to the time that I tried to choke Sportacus with mozzarella sticks. Ah, the good ol' days. Maybe here I can make friends with a rat or something, throw it off a blimp, create a love triangle with another rat, choke the first one with mozzarella sticks, and then torture and kill the second rat's true love. In the middle of this interesting fan fiction I'm writing in my heads about rats, I hear a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I yell even though I'm in the middle of the woods and a serial killer could quite possible just waltz in and say something like "Eeni meeni minee mo it is your time to go. Crunchity munch. Stibbity stab. I hope you enjoy this blood bath." But like who doesn't wanna die am I right? The doors open up and reveal none other than Sportacus.
"Happy 18th birthday, Stephanie." Even I forgot my own birthday.
"Leave, Sport. I need to be alone."
"Remember when you choked me with mozeralla cheese and threw me off a blimp? Well I still love you Steph."
"I said you need to leave." My voice is stern. Sportacus continues to stand his ground. "Very well then." I lunge at him and rip off his ears. But that isn't enough. I gouge out his eyes and then bash his head open. Blood pours on the cave floor and drowns a near bye cockroach. I leave Sportacus's remains on the ground and go to sit on my throne. But just as I sit down I hear Sportacus speak.
"Don't forget, Steph. I'm a zombie." Him and his mangled body parts slowly walk over to me. He leans in for a kiss.
"I want you dead! I hope you burn in a fire that melts your icy heart!" That's it. Ice. I freeze Sportacus and stuff him in a lifesize mozeralla cheese stick. He may not be dead but at least he can't move. I drag the mozarella stick into my closet and lock the doors. Then I remember my one birthday wish. So I kidnap the mayor, stick a candle on her head and eat her alive as I slowly sing. "Happy birthday to me........happy birthday to me.........happy birthday dear Stephanie........happy birthday to meee."
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Fanfiction"I hate you Robbie!" I know my feelings won't change no matter how many times I say it. I have to try anyways. "I hate you!" "I know you love me Stephanie! I have feelings for you too! Please just accept it!" "No! I just can't!" My mind goes back...
