Chapter 26.
AN: PREPZ STUP FLAMING SDA STRY OK!1 if u dnot lik da story den go fok urself u fokeng prep! U SUK!111 oh y and I wuznt beng rasist ok!11
K: Suuuuuuuuuuuuure you weren’t.
G: This doesn’t need to be flamed, it needs to be nuked.
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A few mutates later Vampire came 2 da tree. He was wearing a blak leather jackson, black leather pants and a Good Chralotte t-shirt.
K: Made from the skin of Michael Jackson, circa Thriller.
A: ..."Mutates"? We seem to have stumbled into an X-Men fanfiction.
G: DAT TREE.
“Hi Vampire.” I said flirtily as I started to sob. Draco hugged me sexily tryont to comfrot me. I started to cry tears of blood and then told them what happened.
K: What a range of emotions we got here!
A: ...I've always wondered what sort of biological makeup leads to tears of blood. That can't be healthy.
G: Ebony, Queen of the Whores, and holder of the world’s fastest mood swings.
“Oh fuck it!” Vampire shouted angrily. He4 started to cry sadly. “What fucking dick did that!”
K: Tricky Dick.
“I don’t know.” I said. “Now come on we have 2 tell Dumbledor.”
We ran out of the tree and in2 da castle. Dumblydor was sitting in his office.
K: And leave our car right where someone could take it.
A: Thank you, Enoby, but our plot is in another castle!
G: So we went from DAT TREE to DAT CASTLE.
“Sire are dads have been shot!” Draco said while we wipped sum tears from his white face. “Enoby had a vision in a dreem.”
A: All Hail King Dumbledore!
Dubleodre started to cockle. “Hahahaha! And How due u aspect me to know Ebony’s not divisional?”
K: Heeeeeey, Dumbledore’s back to being an alcoholic! I like this guy. I was going to say the same thing.
A: Who cares if she's divisional? I just hope she doesn't multiply.
G: WAIT. Dumbledore started to clam? What… the fuck.
I glared at Dumbledore.
“Look motherfucker.” he said angrily as Dumbeldore gasped (c is da toot of crakter). “U know very well that I’m not decisional. Now get some fucking ppl out there to look for Series and Lucian- pornto!”
K: A Freudian Slip, methinks.
G: Dumbledore needs to reply with something like this. “Hang on Ebony, I'm calling the Department of Who Gives a Shit.”
“Okay.” he said in a intimated voice. “Were are they?”
I fought about it. Then all of a sudden….. “Longdon.” I said. I told him which street. He went and called some people and did some stuff. After a few mistunes he came back and said people were going out looking for them. After a while someone called him again. He said that they had been found. Draco, Vampire and I all left to our rooms together. I went with Draco to wait in the nurses office while Vampire went to slit his wrists in his room. We looked at each other’s gothic, derperessed eyes. Then, we kissed. Suddenly Serious and Lucian came in on stretchers……………………….and Proffesor Sinister was behind them!1
K: SHE WAS THE KILLER! :O
A: Why so Serious?
...Mistunes? Is he off-key or something?
...Derp de derp derp derp. Peressed.
G: I guess…
*puts on sunglasses* …
This just got SERIOUS. *YEAAAHHHHH*
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