Alt.Spooky- AHAHAH! I told you I would be back didn't I! Didn't I? Ah well
hear I am!
Fuzz- Shut up or how about you do something funny!
Alt.Spooky- I put you in the trash compactor what are you doing here. Why are you still alive? I saw your guts come out your eyes! (Gore! Yay!)
Fuzz- I am a figment oh ye of little brainpower! My Guts can't come out my eyes!
Alt.Spooky- AHH! Mom! The speed lines are chasing me! :: Runs it to a pole::
Fuzz- Well now, to the spine crunching fan fic!
Alt.Spooky- Shut up you freak! : Passes out yet this fic was still written!:
Part #2 Start!
Twitch sat on the floor of a room in the basement. Still covered in gore it was dry now though (this takes place around end of comic #4) BLAM! A loud report came from floors above her. Worried she jumped up and ran to the elevator. "Shit!" she grabbed the out of order sign. Then started the climb up stairs. By the time she reached the top it was too late her father lay on the floor bullet though the head. "Dad? Dad? No! Fucking dough-boys!" (Can you hear her mind snapping? I can!)
She fell to her knees " guns? Petty escape! Coward! Dad NO!" (There it goes)
Two days later
Leading Twitch holding her suitcase was Claire walking though a different part of town. "Tee he he! You'll like it at my house Twitch!" Claire smiled kicking a random child with horns growing from his head into the oncoming traffic. (The Anti-Christ perhaps?) With a screech of tires and a splatter of blood she continued "Your dad will be ok! He just needs to sleep for a while" Twitch sighed "Claire first of all… I have known you since you ate our 2nd grade teachers brain with a crayon and have been to your house countless times." Another sigh " Second my father detests err… detested sleep and was shot in the head. He's dead and won't be ok." Claire grinned "But don't be blue bestest best friend! There is always hope!" the mourning teen gritted her teeth "What in the seven hells is the matter with you?! Your so Fucking happy!" The other giggled something she'd never done before and pulled from her pocket a little black skeleton doll (AHH!! SPOOKY!) "This is Spooky he says its good to be happy!" (Author of "Parents" Please don't be angry with me!) "He told you this? Hmmmm?" She nodded furiously. "Yes! Yes He did! And he says he'd like to be your friend Twitch! He really, REALLY would!" Twitch's blank stare turned to a worried expression. "Claire I'd normally never say anything but your really terrifying me now…" Both stopped walking and looked at each other. "Don't be afraid Best friend! Spooky likes you!" "Did it ever occur to you" She grimaced "bestest friend that I might not like Spooky?" Blinking she shook her head "No it didn't! Don't you like him?" "No I don't not at all I think I'll find somewhere else to stay Claire" Slowly she began to walk away.
Alt.Spooky- HOLY CLOVERS THAT WAS SHORT!
Fuzz- Shut up or how about you do something funny!
Alt.Spooky- I put you in the trash compactor what are you doing here. Why are you still alive? I saw your guts come out your eyes! (Gore! Yay!)
Fuzz- I am a figment oh ye of little brainpower! My Guts can't come out my eyes!
Alt.Spooky- AHH! Mom! The speed lines are chasing me! :: Runs it to a pole::
Fuzz- Well now, to the spine crunching fan fic!
Alt.Spooky- Shut up you freak! : Passes out yet this fic was still written!:
Part #2 Start!
Twitch sat on the floor of a room in the basement. Still covered in gore it was dry now though (this takes place around end of comic #4) BLAM! A loud report came from floors above her. Worried she jumped up and ran to the elevator. "Shit!" she grabbed the out of order sign. Then started the climb up stairs. By the time she reached the top it was too late her father lay on the floor bullet though the head. "Dad? Dad? No! Fucking dough-boys!" (Can you hear her mind snapping? I can!)
She fell to her knees " guns? Petty escape! Coward! Dad NO!" (There it goes)
Two days later
Leading Twitch holding her suitcase was Claire walking though a different part of town. "Tee he he! You'll like it at my house Twitch!" Claire smiled kicking a random child with horns growing from his head into the oncoming traffic. (The Anti-Christ perhaps?) With a screech of tires and a splatter of blood she continued "Your dad will be ok! He just needs to sleep for a while" Twitch sighed "Claire first of all… I have known you since you ate our 2nd grade teachers brain with a crayon and have been to your house countless times." Another sigh " Second my father detests err… detested sleep and was shot in the head. He's dead and won't be ok." Claire grinned "But don't be blue bestest best friend! There is always hope!" the mourning teen gritted her teeth "What in the seven hells is the matter with you?! Your so Fucking happy!" The other giggled something she'd never done before and pulled from her pocket a little black skeleton doll (AHH!! SPOOKY!) "This is Spooky he says its good to be happy!" (Author of "Parents" Please don't be angry with me!) "He told you this? Hmmmm?" She nodded furiously. "Yes! Yes He did! And he says he'd like to be your friend Twitch! He really, REALLY would!" Twitch's blank stare turned to a worried expression. "Claire I'd normally never say anything but your really terrifying me now…" Both stopped walking and looked at each other. "Don't be afraid Best friend! Spooky likes you!" "Did it ever occur to you" She grimaced "bestest friend that I might not like Spooky?" Blinking she shook her head "No it didn't! Don't you like him?" "No I don't not at all I think I'll find somewhere else to stay Claire" Slowly she began to walk away.
Alt.Spooky- HOLY CLOVERS THAT WAS SHORT!