Kevin

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long dog

bovid

hint to what’s coming in the future 

Tim lit up a cigarette, circling me as he did so, eyes empty and lacking any sort of emotion. "Look, you dug around too much, it's nothing personal, really," Tim admitted, pulling a knife from his pocket. "I went through every scrap of paperwork I could find, every smoking record, every date of birth, and every place the tests came back that any MIB agent might take at all."
          
          "It's not like that, you know," I protested. "You're paranoid, Tim. You don't know about the labs. You didn't know you had to get an employee ID to test your serum. That was only since you started studying the things, right?"
          
          "All right," Tim agreed, unable to keep his voice level. "So they put some kleptomaniac in here who is, like, an angry and racist sociopath. I mean, it's one thing to make money off slave labor, you know? No one is going to object to that. It's been going on for centuries. But here you have a monster like that, who thinks the testing is going to be for his profit. He thinks the driver, and the doctor, and the others who are driving the test, are out to get him."
          
          "You're suggesting that the kid might be a lunatic."
          
          "Yeah."
          
          "So he's now threatening the lives of strangers, and you think that's crazy."
          
          "Well, maybe he's got something in mind, or he just needs someone to talk to."
          
          "Alright. We can arrange that."
          
          The horse returns with another black liquid, and it seems to be a stronger concoction or at least a potent one. It smells like burned synthetic sweat and burnt cornflakes.
          
          The creature puts the liquid on his forehead. "Maybe I should go ahead and show you." He takes a swig of the tincture, still exhaling smoke. "After all, I might be crazier than I look."

Toby stood across from Jeff, his eyes wide with terror. "You're eighteen, right?" Jeff asked the boy, who merely nodded, legs shaking with anticipation.
          
          "But I'm fifteen!" Toby whispered, his heart beating quickly. "I didn't steal this, Mom!"
          
          "And you are my son, Toby!" Jeff snapped, raising a fist in a painful gesture. "Look at me." Jeff gave a contemptuous flick of the finger at the boy, then moved closer, placing his knee on Toby's side, forcing him up on his toes.
          
          "Look at me," he repeated, thrusting a finger up towards the boy. "You're a monster!"
          
          "Dad!" Toby exclaimed, squeezing Jeff's knee. "He's just trying to be nice!"
          
          "Don't worry about it, this is the last thing you'll ever see!"
          
          "Why do I keep bringing that up?"
          
          "You're jealous," said John.
          
          Toby glared, before holding out a hand.
          
          "Don't cry, I'm too kind to hurt you," he whispered.
          
          "Just … please let it go," said Jeff.
          
          "Do you want to see a miracle?" asked Toby, his eyes widening at the blank expression on his son's face.

Foxy stood, deactivated in pirate's cove, nobody had caught on yet, well, except for Toby. "Fuck me like one of your french girls, you furry bitch." Toby snarled like an animal to the animatronic.
          
          "Wait!" Jellyfish broke his lulls and sprinted across the cove towards him. "This is dangerous! Freeze!"
          
          Toby caught Jellyfish in his claws, twisting and pulling her around, she splashed across the cove. The penguin looked back and smiled smugly at Jellyfish, still writhing on the ground.
          
          "Stay right here, Toby. I'm going to break the bridge to the island, you jump in the water and we can fuck." Jellyfish started to

Sans ducked behind a tree, spotting the familiar white hoodie that Jeff The Killer possessed. "Leave me alone!" Sans shrieked, sliding down the trunk. "You already killed Papy, what more could you want?" He asked.
          
          "That's simple..." He paused, walking over and taking a seat next to the flower.
          
          Sans looked up at him, his eyes wide with fright. Jeff grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up, pushing him into the lap of the excited flower. He looked as if he were about to cry.
          
          "Sans..." Jeff sighed, getting off of him.
          
          "Just this once..." He said, smiling. "After we get Papy back, you and Papyrus can travel around the world together and I'll cook you dinner as a reward."
          
          "I guess..."
          
          "So..." Sans said, looking at Jeff. "You think you're up for the adventure, huh?"
          
          Jeff gave a pained laugh, "Nah. I don't think I'm up for the whole 'Traveling around the world together' thing." He said.
          
          "Okay, fine! I can handle it. Of course you're gonna bring Papy. He's always with you. Can't you get him on your side?" Sans asked.
          
          "You heard the man!" Jeff said as he slowly pulled out his phone. "I'd be honored to play a part in your adventures. I'll try not to be too nosy."
          
          Sans pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, handing them to Jeff. He checked the sheet and the result read:
          
          First Class Flier, Vehicle Type: Flying Courier, N3037M Expended.
          
          Designed by: Howeverthunter. Nice work on that little side-project you're working on, Sans.
          
          Also given to us by: K-K-K-K-Kathy
          
          Sans frowned at the note and read the small print:
          
          I want to ask a favor. Please

Jeff The Killer raised his hand to Sans' chin, lifting it so that the shorter skeleton could stare into his wide, lidless eyes. "'Y'know, the more that you run, the hornier I get, right?" Jeff offered, a grin taking over his once angered expression. "Not to mention, the sexier you get."
          
          "I love it," Sans said, allowing his warm breath to drift over the top of his skull as he felt the rhino adjust a couple of ribbons attached to the collar that stuck out and supported his top.
          
          Jeff's grin never faltered as he continued to lead his friend into the dim, empty room. Behind him, the muted interior of the gym groaned and groaned.
          
          
          
          Hint to what's coming in the future.

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