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| 01 Sep 2015 06:15 PM |
I'll be straightforward with you - I was no doubt extremely excited to meet the one who I admired so much. It was He who guided me into his seductive and sensual ways. To finally have the opportunity to meet him was a gift from God, to meet my personal Savior at last. He said he would bring a few other colleagues as well in order to diversify the atmosphere. I had no qualms. I did not care. My only goal was to meet the Great WannaBet.
After a tense and anxious six hour drive, I finally got to where he lived. I did not need to check my phone, because I had already memorized his exact coordinates. I pulled into his driveway (it would not be the last time I would ever pull into something), stepped out of my car, promptly locked it shut, and proceeded to enter the house. The windows were boarded up, the lawn completely unkempt, the smell of turpentine, oil, and some other unrecognizable substance faintly emanating throughout the air - most likely to keep unwelcome visitors out. However, I felt right at home. I undid one of my coat buttons and knocked on the door - although it was already open. I stepped inside, brimming with excitement.
To my mild disappointment, WannaBet was nowhere to be seen. What joy it would have given me to see my Hero waiting by the door for me, like a loyal concubine to her frequenting, tavern-going man! I am, however, not worthy of such honor. I continued inside, as the pungent smell of rotten tangerines and that same substance (tire lubricant?) pierced my oh-so-delicate senses.
Suddenly, a large, wrangled hand pulled me to the side, bringing me to some corridor before sharply turning into a descending set of stairs. Before I had the chance to turn around myself, my captor swung me around and I now saw the gorgeous gaze of my Noble Hero. I could hear the low hum of the single fluorescent light above in this dingy yet somehow classy basement. I could taste his voluptuous, ringing voice pouring into my vulnerable years.
"Take my body! Take it!" I shamelessly cried, overwhelmed with a pure sense of unrelenting joy. I closed my eyes for a brief moment - taking in the atmosphere - and opened them again. However, when my eyes saw light once again, I no longer saw my Destiny and Future.
Soon, WannaBet's face melted like the hot wax of a candlelight. To my horror, what stood before me was not the protagonist of my life, but none other than VektrinCallic. Before I could gasp, Vektrin pushed his hairy, overgrown hand into my mouth, gradually shoving his entire arm - his forearm, his bicep, until the blunt of his shoulder pressed uncomfortably against my fragile skin. His hand ravaged my insides, taking apart my innocence with one, disgusting exploration of my insides. I saw his nose extend like Pinocchio's as it began to caress my pale cheek. We locked each other in this struggle, but I was able to overcome his tyrannical grip and free myself from his chokehold.
I took no chances. I sprinted as quickly as humanly possible, desperately trying to escape this house. However, it was not Vektrin who cut me off, but instead, it was John Stattrak of Scotland, 18 years-old and ripe for my desires. However, his physical strength overcame my feeble arms, and he pinned me down as his long, bruised tongue began to probe my nasal cavity. I cried out in horror, but Vektrin returned to punish my insubordinance, once again reaching his large arm into my gaping mouth.
I suddenly felt my stomach rumble. To the best of my ability, I forced myself to look down. To my disgust, I found the face of Disheartening protruding from my stomach, who I thought to be my next enemy. However, instead of torturing me like my other captors, he began to open his mouth, and viciously bit off the heads of Stattrak and Vektrin. He then turned his head (body?) to me and cryptically whispered, "pieman goes to france and befriends a racist church burning national socialist and falls in love with him", and I subsequently fell unconscious.
I have just up from my unconscious state about fifteen minutes ago. Strangely enough, the window is wide open, and walls of my entire room have been completely repainted in hot pink. Additionally, Iaptus is chained to my bedroom wall and has been speaking gibberish ever since I woke up, shouting some obscenities about bath salts or whatever. Lastly, my toenails have been replaced with mini statuettes of John Wilkes Booth. I know not what happened that day, but I do know that the wise words of Disheartening will be with me forevermore. I think the police are outside, but I need to check. Got to go!
The End
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WannaBet
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:22 PM |
Another 1 lol
Bazong|Zongin' kids since '11 your welcome |
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Zenzzi
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:22 PM |
can you make one about me
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:24 PM |
@zenz http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=173006394 post there so i can remember |
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prosights
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:24 PM |
so edgy
cant stump the trump |
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Realots
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:25 PM |
| what the hell did i just read |
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:34 PM |
| Honestly, Belmont's threads do not get the attention they deserve. |
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prosights
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:42 PM |
| Thank you. I appreciate your appreciation. |
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prosights
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:42 PM |
bel pls write mine
cant stump the trump |
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:43 PM |
| i think i'm only going to do 1 a day :/ |
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prosights
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:44 PM |
pls sir i'll do anything
cant stump the trump |
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Dynerov
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:45 PM |
"mini statuettes of John Wilkes Booth."
What happened to Jesus in sunglasses rocking a guitar? |
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| 01 Sep 2015 06:48 PM |
@Dynerov
That's my feet. Toenails are the statuettes. |
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| 01 Sep 2015 07:55 PM |
| Well that started off sweet at least..... |
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| 01 Sep 2015 07:56 PM |
WOW
i don't wanna be a creepy dude rip
10/10 tho
the doc (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง |
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