The stoobakening

Part one of one
Every day at school, I would exit form with my friend and pretend to stab him while saying the non-word ‘stoob’. He would tell me to stop but I was a stupid froob and kept going for my own purpose. It was a funny reaction when I heard ‘no!’.

This nonconsensual stoobing had become mine and his downfall, he’d go to break annoyed and I would as a frube. One day, he got sick of my stoobing and I was unblessed with the power of true stoob.

The next stoob on the next day, sealed my fate froobishly. The next stoob was, as I must have eluded to, a real one. The horror of the spilling red juice in the empty corridor showed to me how insanity can drive to death, of any kind or by any person.

Evil Patrixxx then sat by me and spoke in is special Patrixxx voice and declared me among his skeletal legion. He sucked me into a void where I was slowly being stripped of my flesh and how it became an unstoppable force of calcium. I had survived the process and was then sucked into another void to the rest of his 28374747575 skeletons into what I saw as the 6664747th legion. My group moved out when Patrixxx gave the word - to a retarded place known by commoners as America to pop out at the fool whom had had the dreams of my new kind after his coffee from Patrixxx.

Then I popped out!

THE END
of him, that is...