The writer finishes his fanfic in the midday's light.
Atleast this is a break from cutting the grass!
'... after Flaky's viagra wore off, Cuddles finished his meal of dog poo and the lived happily ever after!'
He reaches for his mug, but feels fur. He looks up and sees Giggles sitting there on his desk. "I like you, silly!" The writer reaches out as if it were a nervous animal.
"...But they don't" Giggles ducks, and Cuddles' fist hits him right in the face. He looks up to see a couple of Happy Tree Friends standing behind Cuddles."Your screwed now, silly!" she giggles. They back away, and Pop, carrying Handy, throws Handy into the computer, knocking it off the table.
Pop begins to pant, "Handy, did anyone tell you you're heavy?" Handy just stares at him. Cuddles jumps on the table, crushing the key board.
"Flippy, Cub! Do your thing!" he hollers. Flippy cracks the rope like a whip, and then begins to tie up The writer. Cub jumps up on his lap. The writer stares at Cub as if a bomb. Cub smiles sinnfully, and throws his dirty diaper at the writer's face.
Cub then gives the Finger to The writer."Fucking Shitface!"
Cuddles points at Nutty. " Remember what your supposed to do!?" he grins cockily. Nutty smiles and nods. He strikes a match and drops it on the computer. Nutty smiles arrogantly.
"Ohne Sie… Wartezeit… Mein Leben ist ohne SIE besser! Das Feuer lässt die schlechten Wörter weggehen! ¡Adiós, BULL-SHIT!" He cackles as he pours gasoline over the burning computer. The fire intensifies, furiously consuming the flammable objects in the house. Cuddles smiles triumphantly.
"Good Job, Nutty" Cuddles says. He reaches into his pocket and gives him a lollipop. "Next time you write a fanfic, No creative license is available! Make a well educated,story with common knowledge and cold hard facts, that our fans can enjoy!" Cuddles scoffs arrogantly.
"Yeah! NOT THIS PILE O' SHIT!" Handy hollers.
"Ja, Was er sagte!" Nutty grins.
Cuddles turns to the HTFs behind him. "Now, to the IHOP, I have the rumblies in my tummy than only pancakes can satisfy." The group mumbles a bit, but unanimously votes for pancakes. The panicked writer looks at the group, then at the fire raging out of control on his carpet.
"What is your FUCKING PROBLEM! You've just committed 2nd DEGREE MURDER AND ARSON, and all you sicko's feel like doing is getting pancakes for yourselves!?" The Writer screams. Cuddles just smiled at him.
"You should've seen what we did to CharmyNutty, Deadliving." Cuddles turns and walks out the door. The Writer pulls out his pocket knife, and cuts through the rope. He stands up and runs to the door. He pulls on the knob, and out it comes. Looking around the windowless room, he sees a small scrap of paper float through the mail slot. He picked it up and read the neat paw-writing scribbled on it.
Have a nice day!
- Flaky
This is based on an Oblongs fanfic (you can see it in my favorite's)
But I was laughing my ass off!
So here's my version.
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