REPENT!!1

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So I’m two days late. DX Actaully got this done really quick after I looked at my accomplices post, unfortunately that’s sort of obvious but i just got the chance to scan it, after some paper jams and fire…
There we go. So what’s next? O.o

So I’m two days late. DX Actaully got this done really quick after I looked at my accomplices post, unfortunately that’s sort of obvious but i just got the chance to scan it, after some paper jams and fire…

There we go. So what’s next? O.o

derrick was supposed to graduate in May, from high school.

Derrick stabbed a fucking vampire in the chest with a drumstick, no joke. It didn’t actually die from that, and that sucked, but he got to feel like a badass motherfucker for ten secondsand then the heap on the floor started shrieking and snarling and climbing up the front of his T-shirt, and somehow he could still hear the clatter of his bloody drumstick hitting the concrete floor. It’d slipped right through his fingers.

“Oh, man,” he said. 

Derrick was a band geek. He was a quiet kid, always had been.

The vampire sank its nails into his collar pulled him up off the ground, and it opened its mouth so wide it looked like its whole head was coming apart.

“Woah,” Derrick said.

He had a serious talent for understatement.

And, as it turned out, not just that. The thing spat and screamed in his face, seconds away from moving in for the kill, while Derrick reached up with both hands, and he stuck both his thumbs into both of the vampire’s eyes. The screaming reached a fever pitch, it dropped him and his arms were pinwheeling, his legs were like jelly, sliding right out from under himhe landed on his face. On his nose.

He crawled on his stomach, groping in the dark for that drumstick. When his fingers closed around it he felt so relieved he could’ve thrown up, right there, but instead he shoved himself to his feet, holding his drumstick in both hands in front of him like he was wielding a sword.

The vampire was gone.

Derrick glanced all around the courtyard; then he did a slow spin. Nothing.

“That’s right!” he shouted, triumphantly. “You’re aa blind vampire, now!”

That’s the fourth vampire he’s run into yet, and his best comeback so far. He’s working on this, he’s getting the hang of things. Next time, he might even kill one.


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