I am only 9 years old. I'm terrified of shrek, so much.
Every night I'd pray to Gamzee to protect me. "Don't let shrek get me," I'd say.
One night, I forgot to pray to Gamzee. I felt my bed shift, as if someone had sat on it. I feel a large mass move towards me. It is Shrek. I scream for Gamzee. Shrek takes me and positions me on my hands and knees, and has his way with me. I am crying and screaming in fear. I hear my door slam open. it is Gamzee, wielding his juggling pins.
"You fucked the wrong kid, motherfucker," he says to shrek, "motherfucking HoNk. Welcome to the dark carnival, population YOU." Gamzee hits shrek with his pins, and green blood is splattered all over Gamzee's clothes and pins. "Fucking lowblood." Gamzee spits on Shrek's lifeless body and takes me in his arms, jumps out my window, and carries me off to the dark carnival.
And I wonder why I don't have friends sometimes x3
Okay, so this is completely a joke, alright? I wrote this for fun and sent it to my friend, but I found it funny, so I'm posting it here x3
Tell me what you think, thanks, and peace out *flies out on Gamzee's shoulders*
I'm not actually 9..
