OHMIGOD! Look up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's- it's…
A shitty-ass update from me, you must be so happy.
Okay, so I lied. Kill me. I remembered that it's against the stupid rules to do 'script form'. God knows why. Anyhow, I'm doing the dreaded 'self-insertion' sue. Oh, raging horror. I'm using me, because I know me inside and out (or mostly, I don't like to think about what's going on in my head most of the time). Any description is mostly what I look like, except fat and zitty. And fugly, cos I'm really quite fugly.
Nny, Squee and all their wonderful, fun-loving friends owned by the too-cool-for-school JCV and the floating cloud of amazing goo, SLG. I'm owned by me. Who will soon be dead because of what I'm doing. I hate me……….
Johnny C., AKA Nny, AKA the guy created by the guy that should've killed me in the first chapter, woke up from his sleep. He blinked and roared. He had slept?! He would kill he (or she) who made him sleep! "Your awake, gud."He turnd quickly and saw a purty girl standing behind the couch he was on. "I was worried." Long, light brown locks framed a pretty (read: fugly) face. Soft gray eyes were trained on his own cocolate. "You alright?" Nny nodded. "Who are you why am I here?""You fell down stairs. I brott you back here.""Why?" "Cos you're a person, yah?""Yah…" Nny didn't quite get where she was coming from. The girl came to sit by him. She was wearing a black shirt with a moose-crossing sign on it and a pair of black jeans. "My name's Tessa, who're you?""I'm Nny…""Nice to meet you."
Four months later, after falling in love and being reformed, etc, etc, Nny and Tessa married and lived happily ever after.
Seriously, someone just kill me.