Why Voldemort Is So Messed Up
"Okay Tommy! Time to go outside and play!"
"Yea! Yea!" two-year-old Tom "Tommy" Riddle cheered and ran outside into a patch of flowers, "Yea!"
"You be careful now, okay, I'm gonna go back inside."
"Bye-bye!" left to his own devises; the then innocent Tom Riddle spotted an adorable, pink, bunny rabbit hopping by. "Yea! Hug, bunny, hug!" he chased the little bunny around the flower patch.
"Roar!" that cute little bunny turned to little Tommy and started whacking him with his ears.
Screaming, Tommy tried to run away from the evil, pink bunny.
"Nooo!"
Voldemort opened his eyes and woke up, screaming and shaking.
"It was only a dream. It was only a dream..." he repeated to himself.
"You wish." Looking down, the Dark Lord saw his worst fear come true. A cute, pink, little bunny rabbit sat at the foot of his bed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Okay Tommy! Time to go outside and play!"
"Yea! Yea!" two-year-old Tom "Tommy" Riddle cheered and ran outside into a patch of flowers, "Yea!"
"You be careful now, okay, I'm gonna go back inside."
"Bye-bye!" left to his own devises; the then innocent Tom Riddle spotted an adorable, pink, bunny rabbit hopping by. "Yea! Hug, bunny, hug!" he chased the little bunny around the flower patch.
"Roar!" that cute little bunny turned to little Tommy and started whacking him with his ears.
Screaming, Tommy tried to run away from the evil, pink bunny.
"Nooo!"
Voldemort opened his eyes and woke up, screaming and shaking.
"It was only a dream. It was only a dream..." he repeated to himself.
"You wish." Looking down, the Dark Lord saw his worst fear come true. A cute, pink, little bunny rabbit sat at the foot of his bed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"