No one really remembered the Chevy Camaro that was left in the dust for the whole week right? You know, that Chevy Camaro.
With a smile plastered on his face, (IAm)Tyrone strode slowly to his old lost blue piece of a treasure. Of course, there was no smile; the faceless one simply beamed with happiness. Having tricked the gullible STOMPers that read into his situation not only once, but twice, he gave a huge smirk. (Oh come on, you guys never expected the Chevy Camaro to reappear again did you? And I bet you overlooked the smile, right?) Again, there was no smirk. He was just simply bursting from the mischief concealed within.
He kicked aside that grayish blue bloated carcass aside from his precious vehicle. Somehow, it looked as if the insides of its skull were empty. Perhaps, that blue blob was really hollowed inside his head after all. Once again, machine and master were reunited, hopefully never to part again. He still recalled that bulk of scrotum brains he crashed into. Somehow, that blue skinned twerp had made off with his prized vehicle after murdering a mad yelping dog that screamed in both upper and lower case letters. Today, the sun shone bright and reflected off his shiny, avatarless surface. He strode to his precious vehicle, reaching as usual into his dark jean trousers to retrieve his silver car keys.
He was plunging the stem of the key into his car lock when a melancholic groan aroused his curiousity. The sound came from a corner nearby, and he thought that it wouldn’t harm him to take a look. After all, it was his lucky day, and curiousity never really killed anyone except the Undercat.
Taking his own sweet time, he strolled to the corner, hoping it was some beauty that had the photogenicity of MengXue and the cleavage of Smittenpoise. Better still if she was injured, that would give him the chance to be that chivalrous knight in shining armor to that damsel in distress, provided it was a damsel of course.
The figure looked away from him. Boy, it had a nice, decent figure, at least one that could fulfill his manly fantasies and cage him in contentment for weeks. Putting on a gentlemanlike façade, he attempted his most confident pose, before bending down in pretentious concern.
Her long hair was nice, but the two red eyes that greeted him shocked him senseless. The melancholic groan stopped as she looked up, eyes glaring with an intense hate.
“My dear,” whispered the wretched figure.
His second realization chilled him to the bone. Blood was dripping from the teeth of this monstrosity, and there were traces of bluish goo from her long, sharp fingernails. The clawed out brain left discarded nearby offered him a chilling explanation that spelt out his fate. That was probably the discarded brain of SPP, which explained the hollow void in the skull he encountered earlier.
WinterSoldier happened to be striding nearby, enjoying the breeze amidst the summer heat. As he puffed on his cigarette, a muffled scream pierced the serenity of the warm afternoon. He was tasked by Emptyvoid to seek out an agent known as ‘The Witch’, but preferred Bon Jovi’s advice about Frank Sinatra; doing things his way. He passed by a somewhat pretty feminine figure on his afternoon walk, but was turned off by her way of eating. She was wildly chewing on her meal, and something that looked like ketchup to him was dripping from her mouth. Giving a disgusted look, he turned away and continued puffing on his unfinished cigarette.
Unknown to him, Curiosity had just pwned something else besides the cat. Ma cherie spat out the unchewable remnants of (IAm)Tyrone’s still heart, letting out another helpless melancholic groan as droplets of fresh blood trailed down her lips.
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