Chapter 17.
AN: I sed stup flmin da stryo! if ur a prep den dnot red it son! u kin tel weder ur a prep or not by ma quiz itz on ma hompage. if ur not den u rok. if u r den FOOOOOK UFFFFFFFFFF! pz willo aint rely a prep. Raven plz do dis il promis 2 giv u bak ur postr!
Tomothy Riddle gave our asses some threadz n shiznit 4 free yo. Dude holla'd da thug wud help our asses wif makeup if da thug wunted koz da thug was relly in2 fashin n stuff. (hes bisezual) yo. Hargird kept blastin at our asses ta cum back 2 Hogwarts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. "WTF Hargrid?" I shouted angrily. "Fuck off you fjuckin bastard." Well anyway Willow came yo. Hargird went away angrily.
"Yo biiiatch you look kawaii." her big-ass booty holla'd.
"Yah but not as kawaii as yo thugged-out ass." I answered sadly cause Willowz straight-up pretty n' every last muthafuckin thang. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was bustin a short black corset-thingy wit blood red lace on it n' a funky-ass blak blood-red miniskirt, leather fish-nets n' black poiny boots dat flossed off how tha fuck pale dat biiiiatch wuz. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had a straight-up sick body wif big-ass bobs n' every last muthafuckin thang. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was thin enouff 2 be anorexic.
"So r u goin 2 da gangbang wif Draco?" she asked.
"Yah." I holla'd happily.
"I be gong wit Diabolo." she anserred happily. Well anyway Draco n' Diabolo came. They was both lokin mad bangin' n' dirty n' u could tell they thoufht we was ot 2. Diabolo was bustin a funky-ass black t-shirt dat holla'd '666' on it yo. Dude was bustin tons off makeup jus like Marylin Manson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Draco was bustin black leather pants, a gothic black GC t-shirt n' black Vans he gots from da Warped tower n' shit. B'loody Mart was goin 2 da gangbang wif Dracola. Dracola used ta be called Navel but it tuned up dat da thug was kidnapped at birth n' his bangin real crew was vampires. They dyed up in a cold-ass lil hoopty crash. Navel converted ta Satanizzle n' da thug went goth yo. Dude was up in Slitherin now yo. Dude was bustin a funky-ass black Wurped t-shirt, black jeans n' Nikes n' black afro wif red streekz up in dat shit. We kall his ass Dracula now, nahmeean, biatch? Well anyway we al went 2 Dracoz black Mercy-Bens (geddit cuz wer gpffik) dat his fuckin lil' daddy Lucian gave his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. All our asses dudes id pot, coke n' crak. Draco n' I made out. We made funk of dose wack fukin preps. We soon gots there….I gapsed.
Gerard was da sexiest playa eva! Dude locked even sexier den da ruffneck did up in pix yo. Dude had long raven blak afro n piercin blue eyes yo. Dude wuz straight-up skinny n' dat schmoooove muthafucka had n dunkadelic ethnic voice. We moshed 2 Helena n' sum odder songz. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sudenly Gerard polled of his crazy-ass mask. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So did tha other membez. I gasped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it wasn't Gerard at all! Dat shiznit was a skanky preppy playa wif no nozzle n' red eyes... Every1 ran away but me n' Draco. Draco n' I came. Well shiiiit, it was….Vlodemort n' da Dirtnap Deelers!
"U moronic idiots!" da perved-out muthafucka blasted angstily. "Enoby, I holla'd at u ta bust a cap up in Vampire. Thou have failed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And now….I shall bust a cap up in thou n' Draco!"
"No no please!" We begged sadly but tha pimpin' muthafucka took up his knife.
Sudenly a gothic oldschool playa flu up in on his broomstick yo. Dude had lung black afro n' a looong black bread. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude wus werrin a funky-ass blak robe dat sed 'avril lavigne' on da back yo. Dude shotted a spel n' Vlodemort ran away. Well shiiiit, it was…DUMBLYDORE!
Chapter 18.
AN: I SED STUP FLAMMING! if u do den ur a gangbangin' fuken prep! fangz 2 raven 4 da help n stuf. u rok! n ur nut a prep. fangz fo' muh sewter playa! ps da oder eson dumbeldor swor is koz tha pimpin' muthafucka trin 2 be gofik so der!
I raised up tha next dizzle up in mah coffin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I strutted outta it n' put on some black eyeliner, black eyesharrow, blood-bed lipstick n' a funky-ass black straight-up low-cut leather dress dat was all ripped n' up in stripes so you could peep mah belly. I was bustin a skull belly rang wit black n' red diamondz inside dat shit.
(Da night before Draco n' I rent back ta tha skull (geddit skull koz im goffik n I wanna bust a nut on deth). Dumbeldore chased Vlodemort away. We flew there on our brooms. Mine was black n' tha broom-shiznit was blood-red. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! There was lace all over dat shit. Draco had a funky-ass black MCR boom. Us thugs went back ta our rooms n' our crazy asses had you-know-what ta a Linkin Park song.)
Well anyway I went down ta tha Grate Hall. There all da walls was painted black n' da tablez was black like a muthafucka. But you fould peep dat there was pink pant underneath tha black pant fo' realz. And there was pastorz of poser bandz everywhere, like Ashlee Simpson n' tha Backstreet Boys.
"WTF!" I shouted goin ta sit next ta B'loody Mary n' Willow. B'loody Mary was bustin a funky-ass black leather mini wit a Dope Chraloote t-shirt, black fishnets n' black pointy boots, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Willow was bustin a long-ass gothic blak dress wit blood red freestylin dat was all lacy n' came up ta yo' fat-ass thighs n' black boots n' fishnets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Vampire, Dracula n' Draco came. We started ta rap bout whoz ass was sexier, Mikey or Gerard Way or Bizzleie Joe Armstrong. Da thugs joined up in cause they was bi.
"Those pimps is so fuckin hot." Navel was sayin as suddenly a gothic oldschool playa wit a funky-ass black beard n' every last muthafuckin thang came yo. Dude was tha same ol' dirty one whoz ass had chassed away Vlodemort yesterday. It make me wanna hollar playa! Dude had aiiight tan skin but da thug was bustin white foundation n' dat schmoooove muthafucka had took a dirt nap his hare black.
"….DUMBLEDORE?1!" we all gasped.
"WTF?" I shouted angrily. "I thought da thug was just bustin dat ta scare Volsemort!"
"Wuz crackalackin' everyone." da perved-out muthafucka holla'd happily. "As u can peep I gave tha room a makeover n' shit. Whjat do u fink bout it?"
Everyone from tha poser table up in Gryiffindoor started ta cheer n' shit. Well we goths just looked at each other all disfusted n' shook our heads. We couldn't believe what tha fuck a poser da thug was!1.
"BTW you can call me Albert." HE CALLED AS WE LEFT ta our classes.
"What a gangbangin' fuckin poser!" Draco shouted angrily as we we ta Transfomation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Us thugs was holdin hands. Vampire looked straight-up jealous. I could peep his ass bustin up like a biatch blood up in a gothic way (geddit, way lik Gerard) but I didn't say anything. "I bet dat schmoooove muthafucka havin a mid-life crisis!" Willow shouted.
I was so fuckin mad salty.
Chapter 19. im nut aiiight i promise
AN: plz stup flamin da rap if u do ur a gangbangin' foken prep n ur jelous ok!11 frum noq un im gong 2 delt ur pimps reviowz!111 BTW evonyd a skankyblod so der!1 fangz 2 raven 4m da help!11
All dizzle we sat angerly finkin bout Dumbelldore. Us thugs was so fuckin pissed off. Well, I had one thang ta look forward too- da MCR concert. Well shiiiit, it had been postphoned, so we could all go.
Anyway, I went ta tha common room sadly ta cut classes. Draco was bein all secretive.
I axed what tha fuck dat shiznit was n' he gots all mad mah crazy ass n' started bustin up like a biatch all bangin' n' angsty (rnt sensitve bi guyz so hot).
"No one fuckin understandz me!1" da perved-out muthafucka shouted angrily as his black hare went up in his big-ass blue eyes like Bizzleie Joe up in Boulevard of Borken Dreamz yo. Dude was bustin black baggy paints, a funky-ass black MCR t-shirt n' a funky-ass black take a thugged-out dirt nap. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik) I was bustin a funky-ass blak leather low cut top wit chains all over all dat shiznit over it a funky-ass blak leather mini, black high held boots n' a cold-ass lil cross belly fing. My fuckin afro was al up in a messy relly high bun like Amy Lee up in Gong Under n' shit. (email me if u wana peep da pik)
"Accuse me, biatch? What bout me!" I growled.
"Buy-but-but-" he grunted.
"Yo ass fuckin bastard!" I moaned.
"No! Wait son! It aint nuthin but not what tha fuck it fuckin looks like!" da perved-out muthafucka shouted.
But dat shiznit was ta late. I knew what tha fuck I herd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I ran ta tha bathroom angrily, cring. Draco banged on tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I whipped n' whepped as mah blody eyeliner streammed down mah cheeks n' made def tears down mah feces like Benji up in tha vizzle fo' Hoes n' Bois (raven dat is soo our vizzle!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot.
Suddenly Hargrid came yo. Dude had appearated.
"Yo ass gave me a gangbangin' fuckin shock!" I shouted angrily droppin mah pot. "Wtf do you fink yo ass is bustin up in da gurlz room?"
Only it wasn't just Hargrid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Someone else was wit his ass too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Tomothy Rid or maybe Draco but dat shiznit was Dumblydore.
"Yo I need ta ask you a question." da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, pullin up his black wanabe-goffik purse. "What is u bustin ta tha concert?"
"U no whoz ass MCR r!" I gasped.
"No I just saw there was a gangbang dat a shitload of gothz n' punx was goin 2." Dude holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Anyway Draco has a surprise fo' u."
Chapter 20.
AN: I sed I dnoty ker wut u fink! stof pflamin aiiight prepz!1 fangz 2 raven 4 da help!1 oh yah btw ill be un vacation up in transilvania 4 da nex 3 dayz so dnot expect updatz.
All dizzle I wondered what tha fuck tha surprise was. Meanwhile, I pot on a funky-ass blak ledder mini, a funky-ass blak corset wit urple lace shiznit all over it, a black gothic compact boots, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. MCR was gong 2 do tha gangbang again, since Volxemort had taken over tha last one. I slit mah wrists while I moshed 2 MCR up in mah bedroom all night, feelin excited. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly one of mah thugs knocked on tha door while I was tryin on sum black threadz n' moshin ta Fang u 4 da Venom. I gut all mad n' turned it of yo, but sacredly I hopped inside dat shiznit was Draco so we could do it again.
"Wut de fuckin hell r u bustin!" I shouted angrily. Dat shiznit was Loopin! "R u gonna cum rape me or what." I yelled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I was allowed ta say dat cuz Dumblydore had holla'd at our asses all 2 be careful round hem n' Snap since da thug was a pedo.
"Fuck dat shit, actshelly (geddit, hell) kan I plz burrow sum condemns." he growld angrily.
"Yah, so u can fuk ur six-yr-old gurlfriend, huh?" I shouted sarkastikally.
"Fuker." Dude holla'd, gong away.
Well anyway, I put on some black eyesharow, black eyeliner, n' some black lipstick n' white foundation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Then I went. Den I gasped….Snake n' Loopin was up in da middle of da empty hall, doin it, n' Dobby was watching!1
"Oh mah god you ludacris idiot!" they both blasted angrily when they saw mah dirty ass. Dobby ran away bustin up. Dey gots up, though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Normally I wood have ben turned on (I luv cin guyz do it) but both of dem was fukin preps. (btw snake is movd 2 griffindoor now)
"WTF is dat why u wanted jimmy hats?" I axed sadistically. (c I speld dat)
"Only you wouldn't give dem ta me!" Lumpkin shouted angrily.
"Well you shoulda holla'd at mah dirty ass." I replayed.
"Yo ass dimwit!." Snake fuckin started 2 blast angrily fo' realz. And then…I took up mah black camera n' took a pic of em. U could peep dat they was naked n' every last muthafuckin thang.
"Well xcuse me!" they both shouted angrily. "What was dat al about?"
"It wuz ta blackmail u." I snarked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "So now next time you peep me bustin it wit mah pimp you cant fukin rat me up or I be bout ta show dis ta Dumbledork. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, u bastards!" I started ta run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They chased mah crazy ass but I threw mah wound at dem n' dey tripped over dat shit. Well anyway, I went outside n' there was Vampire, lookin mad fuckin hot.
"WTF where'd Draco?" I axed his muthafuckin ass.
"Oh his thugged-out lil' punk-ass bein a gangbangin' fuckin bastard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude holla'd at mah crazy ass da thug wouldn't cum." Vampire holla'd bobbin his hed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "U wanna cum wit me, biatch? 2 tha concert?"
Then….. da perved-out muthafucka flossed mah crazy ass his wild lil' flyin car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I gasped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dat shiznit was a funky-ass black hoopty yo. Dude holla'd his fuckin lil' dogfather Serious Blak had given it 2 his muthafuckin ass. Da license plate on tha front sed MCR666 on dat shit. Da one on da back holla'd 'ENOBY' on dat shit.
….I gasped.
We flew ta tha gangbang hall. MCR was there, playing.
Vampire n' I fuckin started 2 make out, moshin ta tha muzik. I gapsed, lookin at da band.
I almost had a orgasim. Gerard was so fuckin hot son! Dude begin 2 rap 'Helena' n' his sexah dope voice fuckin started 2 fill tha hall. ….And den, I heard some crrying. I turned n' saw Draco, cryin up in a cold-ass lil corner.