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It was a quite Halloween night and you prep yourself for bed after a long night of trick-or-treating. You take one last look at your big pillowcase bag of candy then smile at the proud grand collection of candy and chocolate you worked so hard for tonight. You fluff your pillow and lay your head down and try to dose off. You’re suddenly awoken to the sound of scratching but more like nails dragging on drywall. You arise half way and turn on your night light to find the source of the sound but to no avail to find the source. Suddenly the door to your bed room is kicked it and gust of cold wind comes rushing through towards you, you scream from the sound and shiver from the cold then raise your blanket up towards your neck to keep warm. A light illuminates from your door and a figure steps into your room. He stood tall with his head tilted forward and dark brown hat on his head that hid his face, he wore a black and red horizontally stripped sweater with black pants and black boots but what was most scary was on his right hand. He wore what looked to be a glove with four sharp claws on each finger. You knew who it was but you thought he was myth. “PLEASE DON’T KILL ME FREDDY KRUEGER!” you plead. The intruder raises his head to reveal his face but instead of having a grotesquely burned facial features, his skin was smooth and flawless with a mustache that worse a smile. “Krueger? Sorry darling but my last name is Mercury, Freddie Mercury” replied as he winked at you. He snaps his fingers with his left hand and out of nowhere a microphone appears clutched in his left hand. Suddenly Freddie breaks off into song with chorus of drums and electric guitars “MOOOBIS WANTS TO THANK YOU MY FRIEND….HE ALWAYS APPRECIATES THE FAVOR IN THE END….CAUSE YOU DID THE FAVOR, NOT TIME FOR LOSERS CAUSE YOU DID THE FAVOR….TOOOODAAAAAAAAY!” Sang Freddie and he pumps his fist while holding the microphone and the roof off your bedroom blows off and fireworks fly with dazzling variety of colors. Freddie tips his hat and bows, then leaves your room.
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September 18, 2025:
The single light above your head flickered and died, leaving the safe house dark; not that the previous light was enough to live by anyways. You heaved a sigh and got to your feet, entering the lower level armed only with a flashlight that had seen better days. You walk carefully towards the back of the storage area, looking around as you do so. You had boarded up the windows a few years ago, but they still found a way in occasionally. Going as fast as you dared, you grabbed the box of bulbs only to find that it was empty. A small tendril of fear runs down your back. Surely there had to be another box somewhere? You scramble around in the dark for as long as you could before a snuffling sound could be heard from the window. You grow still and silent, realizing what noise you had made. The survival team had driven away the smartest ones by now, right? You set the empty box down carefully and approached the bolted door to the outside. Outside. Somewhere you haven't been since this all started. What did the sun feel like? Is it even still there? You reach down and grab the sawed off shotgun next to the door, unlatching the bolt as you do so. Maybe you could make a run for it? Before you can turn the handle, however, you feel a presence behind you. You slowly turn your head, expecting to see one of them. Instead, a sight much worse darkens your vision. You drop the shotgun in shock. There, standing as if part of the wall, was the author's worst nightmare. Justin Bieber. He smiled, and the darkness seemed to blink away as the non-existent lights bounced off his perfect teeth and glared right into your eyes. "Hey there, Mobis." he drawls as he saunters over to you. You hastily pick up your gun again and shoot him before they hear his voice. Sadly, the thanks he brought from the Cheshire grin wielding Kat was lost as you killed him, and as they had heard his voice. You bolted and braced against the door, but to no avail. They had heard. They were here, and there was nothing you could do about it. The fangirls have come.
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Hello there. Not sure if you remember me. I'm the person who write the Avengers fic Avengers Assemble: Loki's Redemption? Anyway, if you still remember me, I haven't posted a chapter on here in ages and will not be.
if you still want to read the fic, it is weekly updated now and is on Fanfiction. The link is below. Sorry if I wasted your time.
www.fanfiction.net/s/8323391/1…
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Oh! Thank you very much sir or madam!!! My time has no use right now so any time used is not wasted at all! I shall check it out over there~!
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you're welcome! Madam it is them! Go ahead; fill your boots! I hope you like it!
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After being late from coming back from lunch; you hearing the bell ring to signify the start of fourth period. In a panic you race through the empty halls to towards the elevator to make it to the fifth floor where your fourth period class is. As you turn left on another hall way you stop in your tracks as bullet time kicks in, you’re stunned by a tall man with spiked back hair; wearing a black leather jacket, with matching black leather pants, black boots and black sun shades. He walks towards you, his face expressionless. In his left hand he holds a long golden rose box that he opens, the roses fall out and he pulls out a shot gun that he pumps. The sound the shot gun makes as he pumped it echoes in the back of your mind as fear kicks in. As you’re scared almost half to death you turn and run the other way but you see another man with gelled back hair, dressed in a police uniform with huge grin on his face; similar to the troll’s facial expression on that fateful April fools day on Deviant-Art. The police man draws a gun at you and then the tall man yells “GET DOWN!” and you quickly do as he says, suddenly a loud shot gun noise rips through your ears as the shell penetrates the chest of the police officer but it doesn’t kill him but only staggers him moment before the police officer starts firing at you but luckily the tall man stands between you and the bullets coming towards you, he grabs and shields you. “AHHHH!!!” you yell with great fear as to what on earth is going on and hoping to God you live through this. The tall man yells at you “QUICKLY TO THE ELEVATOR, MOVE!” he lets you go and you run as adrenaline courses through your body. The tall man runs behind you shielding you from more on coming bullets. The elevator opens, you enter and you quickly hit the close button while cussing for it to close more quickly. Your nerves are on the edge; you start shaking but hold yourself to keep calm. As the door is about close the tall man makes it in quickly, startling you in the process. Before you can ask what is going on a large thin blade pierces through the slits of the elevator door and then morph into hooks that pry the doors open. You then see the policeman’s face and sinister troll like; large wide grin as he tries to get into the elevator. The tall man takes his shot gun and shoots the policeman in the face and he makes a shriek noise as the hooks retracted and the elevator doors closed. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” you yell in a panic but the tall man ignores you and presses the button that takes the elevator to basement parking lot. When the elevator doors open, the tall man walks out but you yell at him “TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? The tall man turns around and reaches out his hand to you “All your question will be answered but right now come with me if you want to live” you trust him and take his hand since he saved your life and in matter of moments you’re on back of a loud Harley-Davidson motorcycle while the tall man is driving on the front. “OK time out I want some answers right now pull over” and he does what you tell him. Soon your standing beside him as he sits on the motorcycle, after bringing your heart rate down to normal you begin questioning him “What are you, I saw you take those bullets with no problem” the tall man removes his shades and put them in the front jacket pocket, he looks at you with his blue eyes and then replies “Cyberdyne System Model 101, I am a cybernetic organism, living tissue over a metal endoskeleton, in other words I am a Terminator” you put your hand to your mouth stunned while taking in what he just said and then continue probing for more answers “Who sent you?” “Mobis-New-Nest, 35 years from now your favouring efforts tie you to Mobis-New-Nest along with John Conner in the largest revolution in human history against and enemy called SKYNET” “So why are you here?” “Two reason the first is to thank you on behalf of Mobis-New-Nest faving a piece in his gallery and the second is to protect you” “Wow this a lot to take in but have I seen you before you look familiar?” “No you have not” “True Lies?” “No” “Twins?” “No” “Commando?” “No” “Kindergarten Cop?” “Absolutely not” “Alright so this other guy who was shooting at me is he like you?” “Not like me, it’s the T1000 advanced prototype or the better known as the Troll 1000” “That explains the large creepy grin on his face but more advanced then you?” “Yes, mimetic polyalloy and the biggest shit talker this side of terra firma” “What the hell does that mean?” “Liquid metal that shape shifts and a highly unorthodox attitude towards others” “Why doesn’t it become a huge bomb or something to get me?” “It can’t form complex machines, guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts, it doesn't work that way, but it will be an asshole, start flame wars and form solid metal object like knifes and stabbing weapons” “Holy crap, so what are we gonna do now?” “For now we’ll hide in the safest place the T1000 would never dare to go” “Where’s that?” “A Justin Beiber Concert”
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I don't think I want to be in a Justin Beiber concert any more than the T1000. I might be tempted to kill somebody.
And really, it is I whom should be thanking you for making awesome art~
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You are the milk of human kindness. What can I say, when people fav I like to think outside the box when it comes to gratitude’s Sometimes you’ve gotta do what they don’t expect is obvious and at the same time leave them stunned. “thanks for the fav” no really are you kidding me? Where’s the appreciation? Where’s the passion? Just four word sentences that lacks feeling in my opinion and I don’t plan on ever doing that when one favs my pieces.
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Non monsieur, thank you~ 
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Thanks for the llama! Oh, wait thats not a llama sorry
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It's alright~ 
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I thank thee for telling me, but I already did it in a comment.
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No. Bad. You're supposed to do a journal.
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I cheated. I expressly said that at the top of the comment.
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My reaction when I look at my donation pool.
...
I rub my eyes.
My second reaction when I look at the donation pool (again)
... FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT THE HELL??????????????????????????????????????????
*GRABS YOU*
ACK SOMETHING FROM ME!!! ANYTHINGGGGGG!!!!
THE GUILT Is over powering......
*withers away*
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Erm...Let me go, please..... *is suffocating*
DON'T LET THAT GUILT OVER POWER YOUUUU!!! I had moneyz. You had a donation pool. It was very very far from it's goal. I filled it. THAT'S IT. I DON' WANT NUTTIN. I went through this with Nox as well... Except, you know, the amount was 16 to 17x the amount I gave you...
But, if you must, draw me something pretty. I have no specifications. :3
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NOXY... ... WOW, I almost forgot about her...
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O______O HOW CAN YOU DO THAT!?!?!!
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forgive meeeeee!!!!!!! T-T
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WHAT...is that?
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LOL. Try making the sad face icon between the other two already there.
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asldkjhvajhwelkrfasdjgfff-no. NURP. NURP. [link] NURP.
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LOL. THE HECK DID YOU GET THIS???
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GET WHAT? MINIMUMALLIES? OR THE TUMBLR ITSELF?
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Oh. About a month ago.
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Lol. That was the most direct sentence I've ever heard from you.
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XD It kinda was, wasn't it?!
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IT WAS SO DIRECT, IT WAS SCARY...
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MY APOLOGIES. NEXT TIME I WILL BEAT AROUND THE BUSH A BIT BEFORE SAYING IT SO BLUNTLY. MY FILTER RAN OUT.
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