Author's Note:
Go watch at least one of the Mr. Timn videos (Milkman is my fav). Next, watch Malk. Then Granny Games. Then you'll understand this! Hit it, Crisper! The narrator's in italics, with everything else in standard print!
Crisper: (hits it)
Aiden was washing his jacket like he did any other day, except that this day, he would be visited by none other than Mr. Gill.
Aiden didn't notice the fingers wiggling over the window-seal until it was too late. He flinched a bit when Gill pulled himself up with dramatic flair.
"Hey, boy." He greeted.
"Uhh... hi. Look, Gill, I'm busy washing my jacket and-"
"You want a million dollars, boy?" Gill interrupted, causing Aiden to stop talking completely.
"... yes...?"
"Then you'd better go pursue your dreams, an' they'll come true!"
Mr. Gill was a very cliche man. Aiden couldn't believe a word he said.
"Uhh... Gill? You're being really weird."
"Me weird? Look, I'm not the brunette with the cooky hair." Gill pointed at Aiden's hair. Aiden glared before grabbing Gill by the shirt-collar and pulling him close.
Aiden glared at Mr. Gill, ready for a duel!
"Listen up, punk. I've got a bone to pick with you, and it ain't gonna be pretty. Now if I were you, I'd skidaddle before anyone gets hurt. Or worse: injured." Aiden warned gravely.
"Hurt and injured are basically the same thing, boy." Gill informed much to Aiden's anger. Aiden's eye twitched before he suddenly whipped out a gun.
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT! UP!" He screamed, putting the gun to his own head before Lukas rounded the corner with a rifle.
"I-I-I don't know wh-what's goin' on, b-b-but put the gun down, Aiden!" He demanded, taking aim.
"YOU'RE SHOOTING ME FOR SHOOTING MYSELF?! THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!" Aiden screamed before Maya appeared.
"Guys! Calm down, okay? Why don't we all talk this over like civilized adults? We can even play dominoes while we're at it." She suggested happily.
"Maya! If you think we're gonna sit down and play some stupid granny games, you should just die right now!" Aiden screamed, cocking his gun at Maya.
"And then we pull the trigger on Maya. All three of us." Aiden explained to Lukas over the phone.
"No, dude! We are not writing something like that and posting it on Fanfiction!" Lukas protested.
"Why not?"
POV Switch
Lukas stared at Ocelott who smiled gleefully from inside the oven. "It's... dark." He replied before kneeling next to Ocelott and closing the oven. "Try to... improvise, you know... change things up."
POV Switch
"Okay. Let's see..."
Everyone was about to kill Maya when suddenly Mr. Gill heard something he could not believe.
"Do you hear that?" Everyone stopped to listen, dropping their aim momentarily before Maya passed out from the stress. "It's the sound of a million Creepers blowing up in Jesse's face." He added, the boys listening for that exact sound. Slowly, Lukas nodded.
"Yeah, I do hear that." He agreed. Mr. Gill smiled mischieviously, glaring at Aiden.
"I'm gonna get me to that party, boy. And I'm gonna get me to that party... boyy!" He wrenched himself out of Aiden's grip before running into the street without looking both ways. Suddenly, Axel who was in a minecart at the time rammed into Gill, killing him.
R.I.P., Gill 2015-2016
I wrote this for you.
Author's Note:
No reason, just for fun. I'll be working on another Blaze Rod/Ocelot parody, so stay tuned!