This is an extremely short story where I fuck up Juans life as quickly possible just cause I was bored! Yay, on with the story.
It starts with a thieving Mexican running from the cops (Not racist, I'm Mexican.).
Juan ran as fast as his legs could take him. The arcanine were gaining on him fast, so he jumped a roof- with magic roof jumping prowess!- nearly slipping in the process.
Juan looked back, smiling at the readers with a goofy grin, revealing his yellow teeth in the process.
"Hola amigos! My name is-"
"PENIS FACE!" I'm the author, my story, my rules.
"No its Juan! Who was that?" As soon as he finished his sentence he was attacked by a flock of Zubats... Hopefully he didn't get rabies! I'm not curing him... Maybe I will.
As the flock disbanded Juan lay there, writhing in pain from his bite marks. Unable to move, he yelled for help.
Eventually he was heard by a couple of mobsters who jumped onto the roof just to greet him.
"Well look at him Tony, what do you think we should do?"
I, the glorious author, decided to take matters into my own hands and possessed tony.
"Lets steal all his money and cards!"So we did that.
I relinquished Tony's soul from my retarded grasp.
You spawn in next to me, another invisible spirit.
Now precious reader... What should we do to Juan next?
A. Spawn Mukzilla
B. Fuck him up some more and give him to big Tony.
C. Nothing
Z. Where'd my letters go?
I got bored of waiting and chose A for you.
Rendering images, creating chunks, downloading giant light saber... Done
You watch my handiwork, questioning why you ever decided to read this
"BlAAAAAAAAAAARGH!." The purple glob sounded off, sliding off of Juans house at the same time, instantly decomposing it and immediately killing whoever was inside
I put an weak invisible shield over Juan, and with my magic powers, also beckoned the beast hid way. When it made its path over Juan it didn't kill him, just the mobsters. It did however give burns all over his body, and nightmares he would remember... for the rest of his life
I made a quick call to 911 for Juan and they arrived in a matter of minutes. They put him in a stretcher and drove him to the hospital, not slightly worried about Mukzilla.
We teleported to the hospital where a group of doctors inspected him"He's not gonna make it." A tall one said.
They all nodded their heads in agreement.
"Dr. Smith, get the Euthanasia. End his suffering.
Dr. Smith grabbed a syringe from a cabinet, and inserted the tip into a tube jutting from Juans left arm... He was dead in minutes.
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Jesus...what have I done?