THE YAOI INVASION
Thanks to all the reviews :D! It was great reading them, and you are the ones that inspire me to write, dont review? I keep writing, and this wasn't meant to be for yaoi fangirls, it was meant for people who are sick of yaoi, so all the yaoi fangirls shouldn't even read this? Should they? Also, since it only took a day for my story to get deleted, its going to be toned down a bit, and only focus on their survival of yaoi fangirls, with the occasional swear word or 2. ALSO IF YOU LIKE YAOI AND ARE EASILY OFFENDED THAN DON'T READ THIS! IM SICK OF PEDOS LIKE THAT...uh...green whatever his name was, trying to tell me what to do, PS thanks for the PM, it was really retarded, and I dont like old men staring at my entire profile, thanks.
Chapter 3:
"We fight? With what? All we have is a butter knife, a trash can lid, and a hula-lamp. How can we fight them?"
"I agree with Patrick, Tyler. I mean, look at how slow they're moving!" James shouted, pointing to the slow moving fangirls, their arms outstretched and the constant gasping for more butter.
"You're right, c'mon, let's go!" Tyler shouted. He skid on the asphault as he started to run between the fangirls, who were to exhausted to find them. James and Patrick followed behind closely, Patrick managed to bash one of the fangirls head with his trash can lid on the way.
They found themselves running into a dark alley, the blood of fangirls stained their faces. "Alright...I think we lost most of them."
"My god! Their are millions of them!" James whined, dropping his blood-stained butter-knife.
"We cannot fight them all..." Patrick whispered, his trash-can lid was bent from from the amount of killing he was doing.
"We need to find some place to hide..." Tyler gasped as he sat down, his back leaning up against the wall.
"It's impossible to hide from yaoi, whatever crack they see, they can exploit beyond belief..before..."
"Before what?" James asked, wide-eyed.
"Before they start cosplaying with them..."
"No...no! That can't be true! That can't be true!" James yelled frantically.
"Sshh! Keep your voice down!" Tyler exclaimed, all his weight leaning against the stained brick wall. The sounds of the yaoi fangirls 'lawl' calls were getting louder.
"We have to go, right now!" Patrick gasped, whiping the sweat off his forehead. They all stood up and ran down the grease-filled alleyway.
"Hey Tyler, I just thought of something, where are we going?" James panted as they ran along in the back alleys of town to avoid detection.
"Haven't you ever seen Dawn of the Dead? We're going to the mall you idiot!" Tyler yelled at him.
"Oh Jesus..." Patrick whispered.
"What? Oh, crap!" There was a disembered body lying in a pool of it's own blood, a large and deep gash was spread along the top of his head while puss started to form around it.
A gun was rested in his hands, and as Patrick inspected the body some more, there was a hole under his chin.
"The poor man must have shot himself..." Patrick whispered.
Tyler kneeled and grabbed the pistol from the man's limp, cold, hand.
He looked at the .45 and whispered quietly. "This is it Tyler...this is what all those hours of playing C-S-S were for.."
"All right, let's go." James said to himself quietly before he ran down the dark alley.
They ran across the street, the fangirls close on their heels. Tyler conserved ammo by just beating the crap out of them with his pistol.
"Oh Jesus!" Patrick shrieked.
Tyler turned around to see a fangirl wrapping her arms around James. She was gasping for air, french fry grease dripped off her twelve chins.
"OH MY GOD! IT SMELLS LIKE WEEK OLD VOMIT STUFFED IN A PIGS DEAD STOMACH WHILE BEING THROWN ON BY HORSE MANURE!"
The fangirl tried to bite James, but her chins blocked her from doing so.
Tyler outstretched his arms and lined the cross-hairs on her large fat head. He slowly squeezed the trigger, his hand whipping back over his head instantly.
Her head fragmented into blood, brain, and gore, spewing the substance all over the already puss stained lawn. She fell to the ground with a thump, a slowly forming pool of choclate brown blood formed around her head, her eyes glazed, and she threw up french fries for the very-last-time.
Tyler's hand ached from the whiplash of the gun, and he let one hand go so he could shake it.
"C'mon! We have to get to the mall!" Patrick yelled, James looked scared and disturbed, he was pale and they could all tell he would be scarred for life being that close to a yaoi fangirl. Being that close to one is just...more horrible than you can possible imagine...
"C'mon James, we have to go." Tyler whispered, stuffing the pistol into his pocket and grabbing James' arm.
"The sigh-smell..taste...it was horrible."
"I know, but after a few games of halo-2 lan, you'll be alright." Tyler whispered, concerned.
James nodded his head as a reply.
"Let's go."
(AN:) Alright, to answer some questions, the reason WHY I'm posting this on the Gravitation section is because thats where ALL the yaoi fangirls are. Oh yeah and Demonic whatever the fuck your name was, really mature, calling the writer a "dickface" and all when your only a few months older than me, and you say IM childish. Oh yeah, and PS, I read your fanfictions. 1) They're not funny. 2) You seem to have a posse of retards telling you to keep going. 3) Your review wasn't even a review, it was just a harmless flame that you made while you were cutting yourself and bitching on your myspace with 4 friends, Tom deleted you and the rest are webcam whores you found, dont worry, you dont have to be ashamed. And ever sense I've wrote this, before I had about 35 hits on my profile, no I have AROUND 275-300. Thanks for the support.
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