sorry for not updating y'all
had ideas but no motivation which is fUn
uhhh i'm bored so
first to comment the beginning lines of the bee movie accurately can uhhh
choose what happens in a chapter after this villain shit
yeah that
unless you guys have a better idea idk
welp time to disappear again
byeeee

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~ eArLiEr tHaT dAy ~

You're kind of really fucking pissed.

You have good reason to be, though. First of all, this crispy emo dude walks into the café and knocks you out. And that's not all.

When you wake up, you're tied to a chair like in all those movies about people getting kidnapped. You get out easily, of course, because you're cool like that. You then spend twenty minutes just stumbling around this pitch-black room, trying to find a way out. You're honestly about to just flop on the floor and wait for death when a door opens about two feet to your left.

You and this Deadpool rip-off stare at each other blankly for a moment. He blinks.

"I WIN, BITCH!" You screech, and then nyoom the fuck out of there.

"Wait, come back!— Never come back, dumbass!"

Weird but okay, you think, before turning a corner and barrelling right into the the piece of shit that brought you here. You reel back as he looks down at you, seeming almost bored as he raises an eyebrow.

"... You going somewhere?"

"Yeah, to hell, probably," you say. Hearing Deadpool running frantically down the hall behind you, you try to dart past Crispy McGee, only to have him easily grab the back of your shirt and pull you back.

"You're dumb," he says, and then, whoops, he knocks you out again. Fun.

You wake up again who knows when back in the room. You've got actual handcuffs on now, one pair holding your wrists together behind the chair, and then a set on each of your ankles which are also cuffed to the chair legs. Unfortunately, you don't have the skill set to get out of this shit, so you decide to use a different strategy to get out:

Annoying the fuck out of them until they let you go.

A great idea, if you do say so yourself. Although, thinking about it now, you still have no clue who these people are or what they want. Well, you don't have time to think about that now. You clear your throat, before beginning to screech at the top of your lungs.

"... somebODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD IS GONNA ROLL ME. I AIN'T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEEEEED—"