Night of The Weaboo

by nayukiamnesia

Hunted by the terrors of the night, a story about one boy and his failed attempt at escape from the most horrible creatures known to man. (CRACK FIC) My first story, I'm really just posting this as a joke to try and start posting things. My friend says the first post is the hardest so I'm doing something easy and silly.

The sound all fear when walking home from the local Asian market at night, the wheezing, snivelling, screech of a creature so horrible none can describe it. I could feel the hot breath against my neck and back, the smell riddled with the smell oh pizza and old pocky. I turned warily breathing harshly, as I suspected a wild weaboo returning from ts hunt arms heaving with its kill, an assortment of new DVDs. As it chattered insesintly at me I knew there was no escape, for another was soon approaching from behind. I was foolish not to head the warnings of the store worker. Trapped my heart raced, the second weaboo began to converse rapidly with another. At ones ear piercing sceech I took a chance. Bolting through them and around the building, relieved as I saw my car around the bend I picked up speed. But it was not to be as the retched creatures must have caught my sent, two of them came at my screeching and panting around the corner. At this horrible point I was doomed and ungracfully slipped in my fear driven run on the wet cement of the parking lot. The last thing I saw before my head hit was the weaboos closing in for the kill.

Three weeks later

Infected, forever cursed I was one of them. The two weaboos now close friends, I become like one hunting through the night for innocent humans like they once hunted me. Now instead of fear I realise in the hunt. Blighted by the worst sickness, we flourish among the normal slowly infecting their minds. Taking them in the night and finishing them off, creating one of many.