The Viper
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers T.T or the short story The Viper it belongs to Alvin Schwartz.
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A girl in her late teens lived alone on the top floor of an apartment building in Detroit. One morning, her telephone rang.
"Hello" she said
"This is the viper," a man said, "I'm coming up."
"Somebody is fooling around," she thought and hung up.
A half an hour later.
The telephone rang again. It was the same man.
"It's the viper," he said. "I'll be up soon."
The girl did't know what to think, but she was becoming frightened.
Once more, the telephone rang, it was the viper.
"I'm coming now," he said.
Tiara quinkly hung up the phone and called the police. They said they would be right over.
Tiara sighed with relief when she herd the sirens,"There on there way," she thought.
But there was a tap at her window that snaped her out of her thoughts.
When she tuned around there hovering in midair was the Decepticon Blitzwing with his Jack-o-lantern face.
All I could do was think was,"Oh shit Im bout to dye." In my last moments I prayed.
The Decepticon opend his mouth and out came.
"I am the viper," he said,"I vish to vash and vipe your vindows."
He proceeded to get a bucket of soupy warter and a cloth from his subspace and began to clean my windows.
I looked at him, he looked at me
I laughed at myself for being so silly, he just whated to wash my windows there was never any crazy person named the viper after me after all.
Then after that thought everthing went black.
THE END...or is it.