The Destruction of Evil Beings
Co-writer: Evil Phoebe
Disclaimer: We own nothing but ourselves and our characters within this fiction…. prepare yourselves for a humorous and violent adventure seeking a clean and safe world…hack, hack… yeah right… just rid of the perverted beings concerning Gundam.
Chapter One: Stalking Evil
Several young writers sit pondering what to type on the blank page of Word, an idea comes to mind and they begin with; Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xGoat, a story dealing with homo G-boys (evvviiiillll). They are about to continue with their new story when from above them a crackling is heard. Then something begins to snap causing them to look upward and the roof now has a brand new, not waterproof skylight. Two hooded figures appear within the rubble, their capes flowing around them. The young authors begin screaming when sadistic laughter fills the house.
The not so innocent little creatures that call themselves authors begin scrambling around the room in circles like chickens with no heads; living for only a few moments longer dum dum da dum. Glowing eyes zone in on their prey like starving hawks.
A pathetic cry for help escapes the petrified animals, but to no avail.
The hooded beings revealed their smiling faces as they sprang forward and attacked the helpless losers. From beneath their capes they drew their weapons, sporks. The little bastards ran for cover, but were captured anyway.
Each of their feathers were plucked from their bodies, causing them to screech like dying rats.
The cloaked figure with blonde hair laughs manically as the brunette stands in the background watching with amusement. The blonde places her victims on a target board and the brunette begins throwing sporks at them.
"Why are you doing this!" one of them cried before being sporked.
"Because-" the brunette began.
"You're all evil bastards that believe the G-boys are gay, and fulfill your homo-erotic fantasies through writing stories about it," the blond finished.
"But… but…" another began.
"Silence you impatient fool," the figures voiced together.
The two figures begin painting the damn writers with hydrochloric acid and add lighted matches to the torture.
Screams of agony dance through the air, mixing with the sizzle and pop of skin. Blood flows freely from the tables and the little devils writhe with pain. Their skin begins to loose moisture, their flesh drying and they begin to burn even stronger. They suffer as moths to flame, once their bodies turn to ash; plants grow and take their place. The two figures turn to leave as the ash is restored proving that plants can't even grow from something that evil.
"It is done," the blonde states.
"Now time for happier things, Quatre!" the brunette squealed happily.
"Hey," Quatre replied.
"Yeah, thanks for clearing our names of homosexualism," Duo said.
"No problem, we wanted to do it!" the brunette says before glomping Quatre. Fluffy moment ensues.
"Yeah, besides it was fun," the blonde says with a laugh.