FRIDAY FICTION: Something Vicked…
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, may I have your attention, please? You’ve been patient. You’ve been diligent. You’ve been loyal. Now, for demonstrating such tremendous qualities, such incredible attributes, such unbelievable resolve, you shall be rewarded! Friends, bloggers, Earthlings, lend me your ears! The time has come, yet again, for you to get your proper dose of excitement, adventure, and intrigue! People of the Net, without further delay, I present to you this week’s FRRRRRRRRRRIDAY FICTION!
Sam…
…Sam, play it.
*Cue music.*
All right folks, tonight we have a—*record scratch*—huh? Hey, hey hold on there. Hey, who are you? What are you doing here? Hey, back away, all of you! That’s enough! I have a microphone and I’m not afraid to—GAH! NO, NO, NO! STOP! AGH! PLEASE!
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Ahehehehem, good evening. It is I, Count Spatula!
BLEH! Tonight you vill not be getting your traditional Friday Fiction, for my followers and I have commandeered this station. From this point forvard, you vill only read vhat ve approve, and tonight ve are approving something very special, something that vill carry forth throughout the veekend! First, you vill receive a preview of our story. Then, on Sunday, the Day of Blood, you vill see the finished product, a grand finale for our veek-long event!
So, ahehehehem, “vithout further delay,” I present to you a taste of vhat is to come…
Remember, everyvone…
…Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.
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