Dark stormy nights Jamie usually fell asleep quite nicley, but on this particular night, sleep wasn't as near as what was on her mind. She was in the mood to go somewhere. She had been cooped up in her house all the time scince her mom had passed away just last week. She needed to find somthing to do. As soon as she got to thinking. The phone started to ring. She picked it up and answered it to find her friend Spooky was on the phone.
A warning before we continue: THIS IS PART TWO OF A FANFIC I AM WRITING. IF anda HAVEN'T READ PART ONE, TURN BACK NOW. I AM NOT KIDDING.
Now that we've got that out of the way...
(We continue as Fliqpy(he flipped out in part 1) and Splendid are about to fight. I'm in a nearby house, but as a Generic pohon Friend(as it stands), I have no lines. I do, however, have a video camera. Wait'll the news gets this footage!)
Splendid, in a voice befitting an English-speaking Godzilla, but a tad lebih high-pitched: Everyone evacuate your homes! What is about to happen...
anda are about to witness history in the making. For the first time in Happy pohon friends history, anda will get to witness the first ever fight between Flippy and Splendid. Because of the poling I had recently created, which is now closed since I just published this fanfic, Flaky is the only Happy pohon Friend who will not die. Any sustained injury will be made survivable so long as it's within reason. However, this also means Flippy will, unfortunately, die. Whether Splendid actually kills Flippy will be revealed here. Feel free to make bets about who kills who first.
He kills and kills but doesn't know why it doesn't matter how hard he tries. if anda say Vietnam he'll stab anda with a fork if anda say tiger you're head won't work. He can use fire, pencils and car gas heck, he'll just use whatever he has. anda can't stop him no matter what if anda call for help he'll stab anda in the butt. Never run because anda know he'll catch you he might torture atau just plain kill you. Run for cover, lebih like run for death
HTF spoof (flippy is standing there. He just went back to normal after flipping out and is covered in blood.)
Flippy:what the? Flaky:*grabs Flippy's arm* anda are going to an insane asylum Flippy. Flippy:wait what? (it cuts to a scene where flippy is in the asylum looking around then it cuts to a five years later scene)
Flippy:*rocking back and forth and talking in a weird voice* Popperclops, popperclops, clops that pop your cloppers. _______________________________________
Hooray, my first ever HTF fanfic. I've written so many fucking Ni Hao, Kai-Lan related fanfics that I NEED a bloody change of pace. Now, let me give anda the details of how this shit will be run. If a character speaks(more atau less), I will be menulis my fanfics here with the characters speaking English, except for the 3 characters that do not speak(Mole, Mime, Cro-Marmot). At least 7 characters will perish. Flippy will not die, but Lumpy is gonna get the most over-the-top death. Maybe oleh Flippy, anda never know. Feel free to make prop bets about who dies first. My jantung is as black as...
Chapter 2 it was the hari flippy had to go to the hunger games. He was in his hummer driving to the capital. It was a long way away but he was going to make it there in time. When he got there he was impressed. This was obviously a rich city. Tall buildings, fancy clothing, bright warna everywhere. “All this fancy stuff for a competition?” he thought as he parked in a spot at the building he was told to go to. He walked inside into a room where he saw lots of other people going to. When he got there he was shocked, but not disappointed. Lots of other people were standing in a...
chapter 1 It was a normal hari for flippy. Breakfast, newspaper. He got his mail from the mailbox. Nothing new, nothing great. Then one letter caught his eye. It berkata on the front in bold letters “You Have Been Called To Serve In The Hunger Games.” flippy dreaded this day. “called to serve again?” he thought. “figures, a war hero having to serve again, I might as well read the rest of this letter. He opened it up, expecting the worst. “please god, not Vietnam.” he prayed. He was surprised at what was written. It didn't seem war-like at all. “Dear tribute, anda have been...