Hey guys! Another Shorty is up! Whoop!
This fic is dedicated to my stalker Frank Eldon George III. The THIRD! Omg…*shakes head*
I don't need a disclaimer cuz I already know I do not own anything.
Dervish was cooking cheeseburgers and French fries in the kitchen. Kings of Leon was blasting on the radio and he was doing a little dance. After doing this for about twenty minutes he started feeling uneasy. At first, he thought it was that spinach, tomato, anchovy omelet he had for breakfast, but seeing as how he didn't throw up at all, he knew he was being watched.
*queue creep and dramatic music*
Outside Dervish's mansion….
Grubbs was walking home from school and just before he opened the front door to the house, a little Mexican boy with a manga book in hand ran up to him and kicked him in the shin. Hard.
"Ow, what the French toast! What the hiccup was that for?! Who the hiccup are you, you crazy person?!" screamed Grubbs.
"I am the creepy stalker-boy, Frank Eldon George the Third. You got a problemo with that, punk? Do yah? Do yah?! And I kicked you because I felt like it!" The psycho child said.
"Well, Francisco, what are you doing here??" Grubbs asked while gently rubbing his shin.
"I was watching your uncle Dervish cooking, duh," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world while pointing to the binoculars around his short neck.
"….Okay, then…I'm gonna go now…"
Then Frank the crazy stalker-boy who kicks people for no reason was eaten by a stray demon.
The End.
Yeah, I know. This Shorty sucked buttness. But I honestly don't give a dam.
Dam, as in Hoover Dam!