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capter 10 penis parker i mean pi

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

My grip on the pistol that Shitcher gave me when we fought off those monsters starts to tremble. Smoke comes out of the end of it after I shot him twice.

This prick.

This asshole.

The guy who killed his own fucking friends. He killed Cards, Darts, somehow Cuffs, even fucking James, the others, and I'm going to bet he killed Guts.

His best fucking friend. And his fucking crush.

"Fffffuck.. the fuck did ya do that for, Pissa?!" he yells, still on the floor. He spits out some dark blood. It makes me feel.. kinda uneasy.

"You killed them! You killed your best friends! T- They told me!" I sputter. I'm trembling like an idiot. I can't tell if I'm angry, scared, or whatever! Ugh.

"How could you? How could you do that? They're the nicest people I've met and you killed them before!" I go on, yelling at Shitcher who doesn't even look up at me. "You wonder why everyone fucking hates you! You wonder why I hate you! B- because you're always a f- fucking menace! Nobody loves you and it's your fault!" I scream at him.

I huff and I cross my arms. Shitcher shuts his dumb eye shut.

"Sssso ya found out." He says. "What the fuck are you on about?! I don't need a monologue! Why did you do it?! Why?!"

I feel tears forming in my eyes and they start dropping. I feel absolute hatred to this "man" in-front of me. I thought he was just plain rude when we first met, but now all three of my eyes have been opened.

"Lissssssten. Ya really don't think I fuckin' regret that. Ya really think I don't beat myself up for it? And ya really think I did it just because?!" He goes on.

"Yyyyya should know who the Doctor is. He's the reason why we're fuckin' here.. but if I didn't answer that fuckin' phone call.. he wouldn't have played his fuckin' tricks on me." He spits more blood onto the ground.

I sniff and I wipe some of my tears. God, why am I an angry crier?! Ugh, its the worst. I don't get what this sack of shits excuse is. "Okay, so tell me why you killed them! Cards is innocent! Cuffs is nice ! They're all nice!" I press on.

"Yyyyeah? Well, lemme tell ya. No the fuck they aren't. That don't mean I regret what I did, but they weren't treatin' me like I was their underboss. They mocked me. Fuckin' shot me. And I just snapped. The Doctor was especially the last straw." He mutters.

Shitcher finally looks up at me. "Yyyy'know, I didn't kill Guts if that's what ya wanna hear. Cuffs and the other heroes did. That was when the Dreamcatchers split up. I even tried to save her."

I look at him in disbelief. "So why are you so insufferable then?!"

"Howwww the fuck do I answer that. There's no fuckin' reason for me not to be. This isn't some sob story where 'oooh he called me a bad word', I've got nothing left for me. Nobody would fuckin' like me even if I tried. So there's no fuckin' point!"

..So thats it. He's a rotten man because everyone made him a rotten man. Dread creeps up my neck and I feel terrible. Fuck, I feel bad for shooting him now..

What the fuck?! I actually feel bad for Shitcher?! Shitcher?!?! I'm actually trying to.. reason with him.. but I hate him! I do! Why am I feeling sympathy, god damn it!

"W- well, sorry for s- shooting you." I throw back the gun he gave me and it slides over to him. He silently shoves it into his trench coat.

"Wwwwwhateva'. I'll live." He groans as he staggers, trying to get up. I try to help support him and he leans on me. Kinda embarrassing to be this close to him.

"Theeeeese fuckin' pricks said they were gonna try to get ya, by the way. They got me while I was- oh shit, that's right! We gotta get back to the fuckin' warehouse, just give me a sec."

I raise an eyebrow, confused. What's this jerk got planned now? He pulls out a lighter and flicks it. "Let'ssss get outta here quickly." He drops the lighter and the whole house ignites in flames.

We rush out of there in a hurry. "Iffff I could burn this town, I wouldn't hesitate.."

...

I check Shitcher's dumb back. I can see his dumb gunshot wounds got healed already. His weird oil just seeps back towards him.

"So how did you get kidnapped? You didn't finish." I ask.

"Looong story. I may or may not have robbed an entire fuckin' supermarket of their strawberry ice cream. Maybe for you because I felt bad for being a prick at the parlor. Beer Belly was at getaway but he betrayed me. 'Cause I 'like you' or somethin'! Hah!" He laughs.

I don't know why, but that last bit made me feel a little bit sad. I hate him, why do I keep second guessing?! I keep doing this! He doesn't matter! Ugh!!

"Ssssshould be right here." He opens a really big freezer and inside is a crap ton of strawberry ice cream tubs.

"Ssssso thats your fuckin' sorry. Don't take it too personally. I gotta go fuck off now. Bye." He rushes away hastily. Huh, he ran away quickly.

I'm seriously starting to wonder. Why's he going through these lengths? He robbed an entire supermarket for ice cream! Because I made him mad even though it was my fault! And he even got kidnapped..

I can't think about that stuff. I can't let him get to my head anymore. I gotta prepare for tomorrow.

I hope Cards' advice works..

I'm really worried about that. I open a tub of ice cream and don't even bother using a spoon. I just bury my face into the ice cream.

"Hey, Pi- oh." 

I freeze and I look up from my ice cream. There's a giant bite in it and there's probably ice cream all over my fur. Shit, that probably wasn't a good idea. God, that's so embarrassing. I should've used a god dang spoon..

"..So, how are ya doing, boy?" Cards is just staring at me. He's probably thinking I'm mentally deranged. I give him a small, awkward and fake smile. I wipe off the ice cream off my face.

"I don't know, Cards, okay? I just got a lot of stuff going on. Shitcher's being an ass like usual. I just feel like.. shit, okay!? I don't know how else to put it! I don't know what's going on! I'm stressed out!" I scream into my hands in frustration.

"Hey! Boy, you gotta relax! Listen, I'll help ya get some flowers tomorrow! I'll even pay for them! I got lots of greens in my pockets!" He says innocently. 

"You know you really don't have to do that.." I tell him. "No! I can do it! It's on me, boy!" He insists. He looks up and he gives me a big grin. Well, I think he's grinning. You can't really tell.

"..Fine." I give him a small smile to tell him I'm good. "Okay! I'm glad your ok, boy! Even if I'm small, I care about ya a lot! I'm your friend, after all! Can I get some ice cream, by the way?"

"Huh? Yeah sure."