Army Of Pasta 2
I yell, trying to shield me and Victor. We fell to the floor, dust eating at our noses. I heard a man laugh, trying to peel me off of Victor. The dust settling, we stood up. We were surrounded by people. I was grabbed. Victor was almost grabbed, but just missed. He ran around to my captor, grabbing a metal lunchbox along the way. I heard a loud clang, and I was freed. I tripped, my captor's unconscious body slamming into mine, knocking my down. I wriggle out, Victor helping me up. Standing back-to-back, he handed m
Army Of Pasta
Jeff sat, looking at the screen. His usual grin wider than usual. Him and his Creepypasta buddies had just formed their own organization called Pasta With a Twist, or P.W.T. Jeff was running through the plans for the place they were gonna raid. Someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around. "Yes?" He asked. His face fell to it's usual eerieness. "Oh, hello, Ben." He greeted. Ben looked back up at Jeff. "Are you ready, my lord?" he asked. Jeff nodded. "Of course, my drown
New Heroes, New Villians 4!
Glasses of Death
Andrew ran to the back of the old man, and Sasha stared him down. "Pikachu. Shock." she said simply. Pikachu shot lightning, and knocked him down. Andrew pointed the gun to his face. "Any last words, OLD MAN?" He asked. The old guy nodded. He pulled off his glasses. "Glasses, kill." He ordered. They flew around, looking for a face. It split into two. One pair went for Sasha's dad, the other going toward Andrew. "Guys! DUCK!" She screamed. All the men ducked, and the glasses flew away. They stood up again, and the bad guys ran away. But
New Heroes, New Villians 3!
In an instant, Sasha and Andrew were surrounded by bad guys. Sasha had Pikachu, and Andrew had a gun. However, when they say the gun and creature, they fell back, revealing the leaders. The woman smiled. "You really thought running would save you, eh?" she snarled. She patted the younger girl on the head. "Phyto, kill all four of them." she ordered. The old man next to the woman looked evil, and was grinning like mad. "Oh, honey, you're right! It IS so much more fun being evil than building weapons of destruction!" he cried. Andrew gasped. "We take out the old guy." he said simply.