Stanton smiled as he reached the modest, brick, ranch- style house. Punching his fists into the palms of his hands, he walked up to the front door, a mad grin hovering over his insanely twisted face. That is until Fluffy the bulldog came racing at him. Stanton stiffened for a minute before realizing that the dog was limited by a steel gate. Unable to suppress an opportunity of making fun of those less fortunate than himself, he began to make faces at the dog. He doubled over laughing when the dog barked even louder, a crazy glare in its eyes. Being the foolish Prince of Darkness that he was, he began to point and ridicule the dog, much like Cartman on an episode of South Park. The dog grew even more frustrated. Then tossing his boxers to the side, he leaned over to give the dog a clear picture of his ugly ass. After noticing that the dog hadn't responded after a while, he started to turn around when a sharp pain caught him in the back.
"AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…" He yelped as the dog's teeth tore into his bare hide.
"Mommy?" A little girl asked as she walked through the neighborhood with her mother, hand in hand. "What's that?" She pointed to what seemed to be a stick figure with something attached to its ass, flying over the moon.
Her mother just shrugged and kept walking. "Maybe it's the twins…"
"…GHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Stanton finally hit the ground, landing in a pile of –
"SHIT!" He screamed. "This is just great!" He looked up, realizing that he was in the backyard of the house that he had been trying to get to. His troubles forgotten, he rubbed his hands together maliciously. Sneaking in through the backdoor, he moved through the kitchen and finally into a girl's room. It was then that Stanton realized that he was butt naked. Avoiding the various pictures of him and a few other victims covering the blood red walls, he made his way to the closet. There he pulled out a pair of daisy dukes and a white T. Then stretching them out the best that he could, he pulled them over his body and made his way out of the room, his steps stiff and limited. Then making his way to the basement stairs, he struggled to walk down properly, but instead went tumbling down the stairs.
"Oooh! Eeeh! Ahhh! Ooooh! Eeeeh! Aaaaah!" He cried as he finally landed on his ass and his forehead at the same time. How he managed that, no one knows. Rising from the ground, a huge red lump on his forehead, he turned and saw what he had been looking for. There sat a figure in hoodie, staring into her computer, her fingers moving over the keyboard rapidly. His eyes widened as he saw her typing the cursed word, "Ronald" in.
"Oh, no you don't", he raced over and plucked the computer plug from its socket. This, however, sent electricity buzzing through his body, burning him black. The author frowned. Now her clothes were not only stretched, but ruined…
"AH EE OOOOH!" Stanton bellowed. When the surge had dimmed, he looked up, a mad gaze in his eyes. "Now it's your turn".
Stanton smiled, satisfied as he strolled down the block. He was having a good day. A very good day. He looked back to see the Colonel spread out in KFC's parking lot and his smile widened even more. He turned to his side to see Serena sprinting his way. She had finally accepted him back claiming that she was UIA (Under the Influence of the Author). Slipping his arms around her, he looked up to see sparkling, azure colored skies. Resting his head on Serena's shoulder, he sighed. Life was good…
THE END
Or is it? Meheheheheheheheh … okay I'll shut up now…