Well we have about 30 more chapters to go after this one. Who knows if we'll make it out alive.
Chapter 14
WARNING: SUM OF DIS CHAPTA IS XTREMLY SCRAY. VIOWER EXCRETION ADVISD.
We ran to where Mysterion was. It turned out that Mysterion wasn't there. Instead the goth kid who killed Pip was. Tweek was there crying tears of blood. Michael was torturing him. Stan and I ran in front of Michael.
"Rid my sight you despicable preps!" he shouted as we started shooting him with the gun he Then suddenly he looked at me and he fell down with a lovey-dovey look in his eyes. "." he said. (in dis he is sixteen yrs old so hes not a pedofile ok)
"Huh?" I asked.
"Craig I love you will you have sex with me?" asked Michael. I started laughing crudely. "What the fuck? You torture my bf and then you expect me to fuck you? God, you are so fucked up you fucking bastard." I said angrily. Then I stabbed him in the heart. Blood pored out of it like a fountain.
"Nooooooooooooo!" he screamed. He started screaming and running around. Then he fell down and died. I brust into tears sadly.
"Michael what art thou doing?" called Mysterion. Then… he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our broomsticks and we flew to Hankeys. We went to my room. Stan went away. There I started crying.
"What's wrong honey?" asked Tweek taking off his clothes so we could screw. He had a sex-pack (geddit cuz hes so sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.
"Its so unfair!" I yielded. "Why can't I just be ugly or plain like all da other boys and preps here except for you Tweek, because your not ugly or anything."
"Why would you wanna be ugly? I don't like the preps anyway. They are such fucking sluts." answered Tweek.
"Yeah but everyone is in love with me! Like Garrison and Randy took a video of me naked. Chef says he's in love with me. Stan likes me and now even Michael is in love with me! I just wanna be with you ok Tweek! Why couldn't Satan have made me less beautiful?" I shouted angrily. (an" don't wory enoby isn't a snob or anyfing but a lot of ppl hav told her shes pretty) "Im good at too many things! WHY CAN'T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT'S A FUCKING CURSE!" I shouted and then I ran away.
