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Rip horrible lighting, sorry, it looks really bad xD Also sorry for being gone so long oof ;-;
So, okay. I tried this website that will create a story for you if you just fill in a few words. Turns out, it's not as bad as I expected it to be. If any of you know Unus Annus, you know. If you don't know, go subscribe right now, because the time is ticking.
The Sharp Knife A Short Story by Sharpie (They told me to say my pen name? So I chose Sharpie, cuz I don't and can't have it TwT)
Unus Annus looked at the sharp knife in his hands and felt angry.He walked over to the window and reflected on his silent surroundings. He had always loved cozy Unus Annus' house with its friendly, frantic Furniture. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of stranger danger. stranger was a smart murderer with a handsome chest and masculine head.
Unus gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a manly, brave, tea drinker with a strong chest and tall head. His friends saw him as a helpful, happy hero. Once, he had even helped a fat small duck cross the road.
But not even a manly person who had once helped a fat small duck cross the road was prepared for what stranger had in-store today.
The rain hammered like a running dog, making Unus disappointed. As Unus stepped outside and stranger came closer, he could see the poor glint in his eye. "I am here because I want death," stranger bellowed, in a strong tone. He slammed his fist against Unus's chest, with the force of the 2004 bird. "I frigging hate you, Unus Annus."
Unus looked back, even more disappointed and still fingering the sharp knife. "stranger, why," he replied.
They looked at each other with jealous feelings, like two creepy, chilly Chica tripping at a very scared night storm, which had rain music playing in the background and two surprised uncles dying to the beat.
Suddenly, stranger lunged forward and tried to punch Unus in the face. Quickly, Unus grabbed the sharp knife and brought it down on stranger's skull.
stranger's handsome chest trembled and his masculine head wobbled. He looked sad, his body raw like a burnt, brainy broken mirror.
Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later stranger danger was dead.
Unus Annus went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.
THE END
(I didn't edit a thing, I just copied and pasted it the way it was)
