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- >you’re sleeping
- >it’s pretty late at night, after all
- >too bad you live in this shitty neighborhood, though
- >thefts, break-ins, muggings, rapes, pretty much everything under the sun is prevalent
- >however, you’ve always prepared for these situations
- >you’re essentially ghetto Batman
- >all that preparation will come in handy tonight
- >you’re awoken by your fluffy pony, who sitting on your chest, whispering at you and hitting you
- >you don’t know what he’s saying, but you’re too sleepy to care anyways
- >why did he have to wake you up this early?
- >”What? What do you want?”
- >he’s talking at the speed of light, but you manage to catch what he’s saying
- >”Daddeh! Dere’s bad men downstaihs!”
- >”Huh? Bad men?”
- >”Dey wan take all daddeh’s toys!”
- >all of your toys?
- >wait, does he mean the computer and whatnot?
- >oh shit
- >burglars
- >you bolt upright and get close to your fluffy
- >”Alright, you know what to do. You need to go downstairs, and sneak past them into the basement. From there, you’ve gotta head to the-“
- >you’re interrupted by your bedroom door being kicked in
- >you stare in stunned silence
- >”Plan B. Get in the cage.”
- >your fluffy hops off of the bed and gets in his carrier
- >you pick it up by the handle and run over to the nearest guy
- >how they didn’t see or hear you is a mystery
- >that doesn’t matter now
- >you wind up and smack him in the back of the head
- >your fluffy’s (low) weight provides momentum and makes the guy go down like your mother in an Applebee’s alleyway
- >”Ouchies! Dat hewt!”
- >”Sorry. Curl up into a ball. That’ll hurt less.”
- >”Otay, daddeh!”
- >you look around, but there’s no one else upstairs
- >so you slide down the banister, like a child
- >you leap off of it and land
- >on your face
- >the carrier goes clattering across the floor
- >”What the fuck? Jeff, I told you to shut the fuck up and stay quiet. Why do you always need to do this shit?”
- >you scramble across the living room and lift the carrier
- >you open the latch to the cage
- >”Get ready, fluffy.”
- >the guy rounds the corner
- >you swing as hard as you can, sending the carrier and fluffy in two separate directions
- >the carrier is going for the guy’s legs
- >your fluffy is headed for his face
- >”Weeeeeeeeeeee!”
- >fluffy pony latches onto the guy like a leech as the carrier knocks his legs out from under him
- >fluffy leaps into your arms as the guy tumbles down
- >you kick him in the head a few times for good measure
- >time to grab the phone and call the cops
- >they come pretty quickly
- >the next day, you head to the pet store and buy up every single one of the fluffies
- >not only do they make great pets
- >but they make excellent weapons
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