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Pledee and Brofa story ch.1 Chapter 1
(Muno todee and Foofa were the only ones in Gabba land)
DJ lance: Guys come here!
DJ Lance: We got two new friends a robot named Plex
and a green umm... monster(?) named Brobee i told them
about you guys already so here they are "Puts them in".
Foofa: Hi Brobee!
Brobee: Hi! You must be Foofa.
Brobee: You seem nice.
Brobee: Your face is red are you ok Foofa?
Foofa: Umm.... yeah..."Knees shake".
Brobee: Well ok..but ive never seen anyone act this way
before around me."Blushes""Knees shake". And why am i
doing the same???
Plex: Hello there! You must be Toodee
Toodee: Yeah! And you must be Plex....
Toodee: You seem nice... "Plex holds her hand" "Blushes and Knees shake".
Plex: Hmm...... are you sick your face is dark red?
Toodee: Oh um.........No.
Plex: Ok good becuse i thought something was wrong.
Toodee: Ummm.....aa.... no nothings wrong."Blushes again".
Plex: Hey Brobee!
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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