Maiotaku members fanfiction

i leaned back and put all my weight on her as she tried to get me out the door "uhhhh nevermind i dont want any waffles" she tried to force me out the door "either way we are still gonna see her" she said. i started to whine "nuuuu dont make me go"

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do IT MATT! DO IT NOAW! http://www.nextmovie.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/arnold300x250.jpg

https://maiotaku.com/mytopics/331/mytopics/26362 If you visit, go crazy

I don't think I showed Donnie in a negative light. He saved the day after all. No one is actually portrayed very positively anyway ;) Arc's story is amazing. I'm not even trying to match it. Just doing my own thing. Installment 6 of my story (part 1 on 151, part 2 on 166, part 3 on 214, part 4 on page 220, part 5 on 246): The chirp of birds announced the start of a new morning. A warm, welcoming sun started shining down on the small village and its’ inhabitants. Veruca walked out of her house with her mood considerably improved from last night. On her way again to Pika’s house she was met by Illusion and Red, who were also regurarly up early in the mornings. “Hello Veruca!”, the two said in unison. “Hi you two. Where are you two off to?” Illusion answers cheerily “I’m going with Red to his fencing class. I’m going to watch him practice”. “Oh, fencing”, with Veruca’s curiosity piqued she continues, “who else is in the fencing class, Red?” “People come and go, Veruca. At the moment it’s mainly me, sunflower and Lux checks in now and again”. At the mention of Lux’s name her mood darkens. She abruptly thanks Illusion and Red. Veruca continues making her way to Pika’s house with more questions than answers. Why did Lux “check” in on the fencing class? Sunflower was constantly there though. Before she could contemplate these questions too much she arrived at Pika’s house. She let herself into the home. What she found there scared her immensely. Pika was despondently standing in the hallway with a steaming coffee in hand. Dark purple rings under her eyes and her hair in disarray indicated that she had a rough night. “Didn’t you rest, my bibliophile friend!?” Veruca’s fears were confirmed when her friend answered “I did have a pretty rough night. I couldn’t sleep. I did find some solutions to your little stalker problem though”. http://pre00.deviantart.net/4ea5/th/pre/i/2010/242/f/3/village_10_by_ysaeddastock-d2xlzes.jpg

Here ya go Panda, I've finally finished writing chapter one, im currently typing chapter two 0-0 Chapter One I walked in the shadows, hands in pocket and head vividly focused on the cemented ground. The moon’s glistening lights shone upon the streets that were ragged with scattered papers and such. The revolting stench filled my nostrils as I slowly inhaled the nauseating scent. The blistering icy wind heaved upon my figure, allowing my hair to oscillate by its own. Then, previous events from my past life struck me, as a waved of memories washed in my mind. I quivered at the sudden thought, shrugging; I lightly sighed and kept walking at a faster pace. “Who’s there?” I hissed as I shot my look behind me, seeing an odd figure shakily standing near a notch of a wall. “…” The odd silhouette never uttered a word or two, but instead—just sit there and watch every move they could observe. I raised a brow and groaned in the end. Scoffing, I kept advancing forward. I hesitated for a brief moment then turned my head to see the odd figure had vanished. I spun my heels and walked, ignoring the incident that had occurred. *** I brought the knife near my hold as the light shone upon it, giving it a slight glint as it reflected every metal layered upon it. I smiled softly, admiring the cold metal in my hold. Humming lowly, I smirked: “When I catch you, you will never leave. When I have you, you can never plead. I’ll keep you safe locked in my possession and have you forever, eternally be with me,” I quietly hummed as the cloth grazed the metal object smoothly and cautiously. Then, faint footsteps can be heard above me, as if it sounded like it were making its way to where I was. I slowly descend the cloth and slowly hid the knife behind my back. Slowly advancing behind me, I found a box, covered in a thick layer of dust. I hid behind it and ready my killing stance; ready to aim and kill. “Come on!” A female voice beamed in excitement as she flailed her arms in the air, getting up to one of the old empty seats near her, gesturing her two other friends to come join the fun. I watched quietly from afar as I descended my aim. These kids seemed harmless, though, their tedious bickers drove me demented. I spotted a pebble that was inches apart from my spot. I stretched my body and reached for it, grabbing a hold of it; the sudden coldness around its surface lightly stung my hand. I gazed at the pebble whilst tossing it hard towards the towering children who are now making a big mess. The crashing sound of the pebble became audible to have the sound take over their bickers, allowing it to emphasize the room, leaving dead silence in the end. The children stopped for a moment or two and examine the rock that was now before them. “Psst!” I called out, my figure standing in front of them, whilst my shadow engulfed their petite stature. As their gazes caught my knife holding in its aimed position. They all started trembling in fear as their aura lightly vibrated throughout me. I smirked sadistically as the scene before me looked amusing. “Run,” I whispered, stepping a foot forward. They all ran away, screaming for help. I laughed insanely as the thought fueled me. Laughing in triumph, I sat down to one of the chairs beside me. All I could do was now stare at the blank space filled with nothing with just a quiet background. The next morning has arrived and light slowly peered through the stained windows. I groaned and sat up from the cold, cemented floor that was covered in a thick layer of dirt. I dusted the visible dirt off my shoulders and stretched my limbs, only to feel the numb soreness releasing throughout my body. My head was in excruciating pain as I cocked it to the side. I sighed heavily and walked out, heading for the exit. I propelled scattered chairs away that were blocking my path. As I stepped outside, it was quite dim, little light rays can be barely spotted in the distance. A smile grew on my face as a thought came to mind. “High school, here I come,” I smiled in a blissful manner. High school was the best place to start my journey in life, since I was at the age of my teen years, it would be easier to sustain my life if I try and live with it. I never really did anything productive in five, inattentive years of my everyday life. I normally would go off town and kill people for pleasure. Nothing new was really embedded throughout those bored some years. During those years, it was only filled with the colour crimson, a vision visible to my sight nonetheless. It was utterly prevailing, events from my past was a sinful thought to remember. Every damned thing was triumphal, the sight that played over and over was somewhat nice; accomplishing something I have done—killing my own blood. I got up and let out a sigh, walking limply, a smile drew the corners of my lips and started making my way to a house. I ran, in great speed as I went around the area and got in the back porch, the sun’s rising glares kept away from the spot, so nobody would notice. I break down the window with my bare fists and slipped in. A thump was heard after landing brutally on the marbled floor. I picked myself up and dusted my shoulders, looking through the drawers, I picked a kitchen knife and headed my way to the second floor. I slowly glide my hand against the stuccoed wall, steadying myself. As I got closer to the master bedroom, I slowly swung the door open, leaving a slight shriek from the metal that rusted upon another metal. I twitched, then witnessed a couple, sleeping soundly on bed. White tattered sheets scattered everywhere, the room was humid and the curtains were closed shut. The room was engulfed in total darkness. I pounced, stabbed the man’s leg and a screech was abrupt. I perk up, and saw the agony plastered upon his face; smiling, I pulled the bloody knife out and immensely stabbed his wife, her face resembled the same way her husband did. I laughed in triumph and finished them off. Blood splashed on beige walls, blood trickling down. The next morning fled, and I got up to fix myself. I did what I had to do and brought the things that were necessary for the day: knives, pens, paper, a bag and a pocket knife. I always bring something for defense. In case someone wants me to end their misery.