Fuckwriting Stories

my brother never came home tonight. so of course, i wrote a fanfic! As the Café bell rung, Tommy sighed. "What's your order?" Even when he saw the villains face, or. Mask, he didn't even stutter. "Carmel macchiato, 2 extra shots of caffeine." Rolling his eyes, Tommy got to making it. "Why are you here anyways. Bard?" He'd asked, pressing down onto the top of the machine to add in the extra shots. "Thirsty, don't you know?" He leaned on the counter. Smirking at Tommy's grimace at the last shot of caffeine, sounding terrible. "Of course, Mr. I use a guitar to kill people." He laughed, "Are you trying to piss me off? You obviously know what i can do." The bastard, of course he was. What if he wanted to die himself?