So I started this one three or four shot I was going to post for you guys about two weeks ago. And then my friend (who's a little raceist if you can't tell by his writeing..) stole my usb contianing the fic which he fainally gave back to me today. Because he's an he decided to write on it and the result was hilareous. Heres the result:
Chapter 1
Katlyn P.O.V
Rain fell from the sky like icy needles. Stinging my skin and the wound I had on my right shoulder. It was a large Titan inflicted bite and it was fresh. I could hear the loud ground shaking footsteps of the Titan behind me. Damn it all. I can’t out run it, at least not while I’m injured. I’m screwed unless someone helps me or the bastard stops following me and the likelihood of that is about as good as me being able to fly. I couldn’t die. Not now. I STILL HAVE SO MUCH LEFT TO DO!!! I HAVE TO- My thoughts cut off as I fell over out of fatigue and blood loss. I tried to get up but it was no use. Even if I could get up I’d have no chance. Damn it. the world. Rage quit. her right in the . I’m not done you s!! The bastard appeared it was a fifteen meter. It had longish blonde hair and it had yellowish skin with a smile glued to its face its tiny eyes staring hungrily at me. It had tasted my blood and I wasn’t getting away from him. Damn it. Damn it.
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Levi P.O.V
Today was a normal day on the Survey. At least for me. Killing random Titans cause I could. Killing them would allow us to find out more about them. So we could kill even more of them. I was flying through the forest using my 3D Maneuvering Gear. Damn was it fun to 3MG around the forest killing Titans for the hell of it. There was a loud rumbling noise. Hearing it I looked up to see the black clouds. Damnit, it gon rain.
Ryan P.O.Goyouself
Bruh these ing titans are pissing me the off. I’m like “Nigga! Don’t eat me” but this be like, “Imma eat the out of you!” So I use my ropey to come up behind dis and slash his ing neck off with my shank. Nigga trying give me a sword, no that I got my shank. So I’m using my ropey to get around all these ing trees, and why the hell are these trees so ing big? That almost bigger than my . So yeah this ropey pretty ing awesome, I can like come up behind these fags like “ IMMA SLASH YOU INTO THE NEXT CENTURY!” and they all like “BRUHH!” then they ing die. And it don’t help that my of a wingman Barbara cant do jack since this is drunk off her 50% of the time. So yeah back to the ropey , I was swinging around and all that good and one of those squinty eye niggas look at me. This had the, “Nigga you Indian so you work on tech support look” and I gave him the, “I ed your wife and her best friend” look and then this come at me like he gonna fight. And I’m like, “Hell naw this aint how goes down in the US of I ed your wifeA” I cut this niggas ropey up and his falls to the ground where one of the big motherers done ate his . Then I’m like “Bruh, the squinty eye motherer is mine” and he like “Bruh, I feel you.” So the big motherfuker throws the squinty eye up and he like, “Don’t scalp me brah!” and I’m like, “Nigga gonna get scalped today!” So I scalp his cause you know, I’m indian, I kinda have the right to do that . But then there’s a black smokey line in the sky and my first thought is “Nigga hit one hell of a blunt” But then Barbara be telling me that its one of the big motherers who done went craisy meing. And I be like “Oh not one of dem niggas again.” So I use my ropey to get over to the big city and there’s the big motherer. So Barbara and I are like “We gonna ing kill this then that squinty eyed guy’s wife again” So we use our ropey to ing shank the out of this nigga and he like “BRUUH! Why you do this, I thought we was hustling!” And I’m like “BRUHH! I GOT NO ING CLUE WHAT YOU SAYING ABOUT!” Then I chop of that nigga neck thing and then all the other big motherers done got dead. And every one in the survey corps be like, “BRUH! WE DID IT” And Barbra and me like, “BRUH! WE GOT YO DRIFT” But then the really big motherer comes and then we like, “BRUHHHH!” But he like, “BRUHHHH! WHERE MY NIGGA AT?” And them I’m like, “BRUHH!” And he like, “BRUHHH!” And then we ed all the chicks in town who could never stop having s cause we ed em so hard. And then the big mother becomes a really small motherer but he had the ropey on and he like, “BRUH” and I’m like “BRUH” and Barbara’s to piss drunk to speak. And we lived happily ever after. The end?
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