This one is weirdly serious because it's about mine and whOlesOme_Patton's minecraft house burning down, so I kind of got attatched to the story? By the way, our names aren't actually Sharron and Greg. Anyways, onto the chapter~
Sharron and Greg's house was burning down.
Rewind a couple minutes - they had decided to decorate their basement with fire.
Yes, fire.
Greg had sent Sharron upstairs to keep watch, incase the rest of the house caught fire.
Sharron stopped to text someone. That someone being... Greg...
Greg came up the stairs and- oop! The house was burning before his very eyes! He repeatedly yelled, "The living-room's on fire!"
Sharron threw her phone on the ground and screamed in a panick. They smacked the fire together, but it was no use.
Greg looked at his dogs huddled together in the corner of the room.
He was going to miss his four babies.
Stingy #2 (the first one drowned), Stephanie, Ziggy and Donald McRonald.
He watched them burn.
Sharron looked up to her room which was now barely visable through the flames and smoke.
"Makoto!" She cried out. Her poor dogs were burning, too. Then, Greg and Sharron shared worried glances as they realised their horses were going to die.
They rushed outside to find burning stables, and burning horses.
"Willis!" Greg shreiked, running over to his - quite literally - lit donkey.
"Horse!" Sharron yelled, following close behind.
It all burned. Their house, their animals- no... their family. All of it. It burned right before their eyes, and they couldn't do anything about it.
The two homeless bitches sat outside on the grass, laughing about it.
They took a lot of pictures.
Greg was the CEO of "wait, let me take a picture-" and Sharron was the CEO of
"Greg, what the actual fuck".
The end.
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RandomCult of No Context I wrote these at 1 in the morning. this is the result of sleep deprivation, everybody @G0at__ made all covers If you wanna be in the cult, idk just read all the chapters. If you read all the chapters, you may be written into the s...
