Disclaimer: I don't anything that has anything to do with Beyblade
Disclaimer: I don't anything that has anything to do with Beyblade.
I don't like Tyson much, but the only reason I write about him is because he's easy to write about and I like torturing him.
The Witch:
The alluring smell wafted to his shnoz (otherwise known as a nose).
He couldn't take it anymore, he had to have some!
When he broke free from the bonds that witch had tied him down with he almost screamed for joy, but he couldn't since his mouth was shut with duct tape and they would have caught him if he did.
Ripping the duct tape off and throwing it behind him without a second glance, he hid next to the door and peeked threw the door. He caught a glimpse op the witch brewing a evil brew with her minions overlooking the scene.
'Fools' thought Tyson as he watched the scene,' They are all fools, they should not underestimate the power of the one and only world champion.'
As the one with the crimson eyes and two-toned hair told the others to go and train they all left the room with him following after.
Tyson proceeded to enter the room and hid behind the counter. The witch had left the room as well, presumably to go and cheer her minions on as they beat each other up.
He peeked over the counter and there, in all its goody ness stood the product of the witches toil.
His hand neared the tray and his breathing began to get labored. He was almost there, just a few more inches...
TWANG!!
The pan was clutched in a delicate hand and a glare was aimed at the prone form on the ground.
"Tyson, I told you I won't give you the cookies, why do you think we tied you up in the first place? Their not for you idiot!" Hilary screamed.
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