AN: Good news. This story is ending soon. Bad news. There are four more to go. Heh...
We got to Fritz's house and nosurprisingly the guys were indeed there. In front of thew door because Fritz wasn't there yet, so he couldn't open the door fot them to enter.
"'Sup everyone. Y'all ready?" Fritz asked while opening the door.
A bunch of yes's (this is not the correct use of an apostrophe) was heard and we got in.
While some of the guys, by that I mean Fritz and Purple Guy , sat on the couch to get the gaming stuff ready, Phone Guy was playing on his phone, standing next to the widnow and I decided to change my clothes.
"Hety, I'm gonna call Foxy, alright?" I told others.
"Sure. Of course. Get your boyfriend to come over while you're at it, why don't you. Heh." I pretended to ignore Phone Guy glaring at me from over his phone.
I walked over to the kitchen and looked around.
Suddenly a guy . Judging by the fact he was in Fritz's house, this had to be Robert. Robert was Fritz's room,mate, like Jeremy was mine. Robert was shorter than me, but probably taller than Jeremy. He had white hair and black eyes and he was generally very pale. He was wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants. He was eating a sandiwch. Upon noticing me, he got very nervous, to the point where he started sweating.
"Uhh. What are you doing here?" he said, after swallowing his sandwich because it is rude to speak with your mouth full.
"I'm Mike Motherfucking Schmidt. Fritz invited me. Could you leave this room right now?" I asked the guy.
"I. I was just. Kinda. You know. Eating here. This is also my house," he mumbled.
"Too bad" I said and pushed him out of the kitchen and closcked the door.
I reached into my bad and pulled out a black t-shirt, black pants, and dark jacket. I took my top off and was about to change when I noticed someone sitting on a tree, staring at me. It was one of the anons! Sanic Boy specifically. Easy to tell him apart from the others, because he had that stupid spiky blue hair and his shades were a golden colour.
"What thE FUCK, STICKDICK?!" I YELLED.
"Yiff in hell" he yelled back. "You fuckin' furry." He added, trying to spit in my direction.
I grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be the microwave, and threw it at him.
He fell. He hit the ground. He ran away.
...
God damn it.
I put on the t-shirt and decided to call Foxy.