Prologue

It had been two years….two long years since the LambSauce Affair. That's what I liek to call it. After we rekt Jake Paul we went our separate ways. I haven't talked to Keem, but me and Gordon kept in touch through AOL and when he sent me some holla holla get dollas for being a good little cum dumpster. I have since decided not to be a neckbeard loser, so I bought a comfy little cabin in Oregon, I still have Wifi and my subscription to Cummies Monthly, but I have also taken to living off the land. I chop my own firewood, grow my own dank, and make pocket pussies out of tree bark and crushed berries. My dakimakura of Ramsay has been in the attic since I moved in. I, for the first time in my life, finally felt like I wasn't a leech. But my life was about to be changed, again.

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Max had been gone for two weeks now. Talk around the school was that she had moved away again for the second time. Mr. Jefferson still had the pictures and videos he took of the ordeal, and he still made massive cummies to it on the daily during lunch. He knew he was pretty much in the clear, and that the animals and hobos of Arcadia Bay had either eaten or fucked Max's corpse. As long as nobody got suspicious, it would remain his little secret. The only thing left of Max was her clothes, and her cum covered polaroid piece of shit. Both of which were ridden with semen from Mr. Jefferson.

Cholera knew better. She knew Max's disappearance wasn't natural. Despite being expelled from deh skool, she went to see Mr. Jefferson. Max always talked about his hipster peener. When she walked into Mr. Jefferson's room he had his legs spread out on his desk moaning about how sexy "that red headed slut" was. Chloe brushed it off and went up to Mr. Jefferson. He quickly stowed away his vein cane. "Who the fuck is this blue-haired whore?" he thought to himself, then he noticed her slender figure. He had always wanted a punk for his collection. He prepared his new chloroform gun and waited for the sloot to come close.

"Hey, you probably don't know me, but I used to come to school here. Max used to talk about how cool you were, but she's been missing for weeks now. Have you maybe….seen her?"

Mr. Jefferyum's stomach dropped. "I thought she was an introvert without any friends, shit." he thought to himself. He looked up, put on a totally sad face, and fabricated a story.

"No, I thought she was really sick or just skipping class. She's been missing this whole time? That worries me." He thought he sold it pretty well

Chloe looked Mr. Jefferson up and down, and noticed something on his desk. A polaroid camera, the same one she had given Max that one day.

"WHY DEH FOOK DO YOU HAVE THAT!" she screamed.

The jig was up, Mr. Jefferson jumped up from his chair, cock in hand, and fired the chloroform gun at Chloe. The dart penetrated her bare shoulder. She suddenly felt lightheaded and ran out the classroom as fast as she could. "Shit" Mr. Jefferson thought. "I hit her bone, now it's gonna take even longer to work." He really needs to practice more on that one girl hanging from the ceiling in his playroom back home. By the time he got outside he saw her running down the road like she was drunk. He hopped in his shit green prius and took pursuit, but Chloe took a 369 degree turn into the woods. He parked his gay prius and pursued her on foot.

Chloe felt sicker and sicker as she ran, it was as if she had drank the dank drank and smoked the smokiest smoke. She didn't know how much farther she would make it, and she finally keeled over as she was crossing the creek. Mr. Jefferson finally caught up to where she was before she passed out, but saw no trace of her. He busted a nut in the creek, and walked back to his prius to make plans on how to get this fucking blue-haired sloot. His dicks thirst shall be quenched.

Luckily for Chloe, I am not horny while I type this, and her unconscious body was swept down the creek. Some soyboys would argue she was better off with Mr. Jefferson.