The way it began

by pseudo-deestiel

Ok, this is literally a one-shot that I typed up in like twenty minutes because my friends and I have some crazy ideas. Very crazy and stupid, and certainly not the way it all began.( they forced me to do it). Hope you find it as... Interesting as we did.

I stand in a circle around a casket filled with one of my best friends body. I look around. A few people are crying, but most just stand around with a heavyhearted look on their face.

I look to my friend who is leading the first speaking, Abby. I'm doing the prayer. "We are gathered here today to honor the remembrance of Caitlyn Martine Taylor. She was a good friend of ours who, sadly, we lost to smut. Would anyone like to say anything before we begin the pray-" Caitlyn's arm shifts.

"DID SHE JUST MOVE?!" Abby shouts. Caitlyn shifts a bit more before her eyes jut open, dark and cold. All of a sudden she struggles up and manages to get out of the casket and flails around like a lunatic.

Caitlyn starts toward the first person she spots. Abby. I can't do anything. All I can think about is the prayer I'm supposed to lead. "RON BON! HELP!" She shouts as she falls to the ground and starts thrashing her limbs to get away. I try to do something, but all I do is nothing. By now half the crowd has run away.

Then the pale, zombie like... Walker that once was one of my best friends, dives down and takes a chunk out of my other friends neck. I've seen this before on movies as shows. I need to stop them. I pick up an axe that just so happened to be laying around, Convenient. And I swing.

It goes right through the neck of a friend of mine, who just two minutes ago was leading a funeral. There are only a few people left now. "Shall we continue?"

Caitlyn... Or should I say the corpse that once used to be Caitlyn. Runs off and starts hugging a lamp pole, no she's trying to rip it out of the ground. Oh my god, she did it. Now she's swinging it around. WHAT IS GOING ON?!

I grasp on to the first real thought that comes to mind... My prayer. "Shall we continue." I say firmer this time. "Lord, we ask you to cleanse Derplyn's mind of the smut that she has so regretfully absorbed and to look down upon her beloved fandoms in this time of grief. All the M rated fanfictions in the WEBKINZ archive, lord, help them to function with the loss of a faithful reader, and let her never slip from our minds as one of the derpier derplyns that will ever walk our earth. Amen." Even though there is no one left to listen to my prayer, I'm still proud of it.