The Story of Joob Bieber (ORIGINAL Joob/Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

(ft Donald Trump, Becky, And Poot) The Joobenteenth Year Part Three

HAPPY JOOBENTINES DAY!

Sorry for not updating, I had like 833427423234 projects to do because it was the stupid fucking end of the semester

Anyway, enjoy! And get your singing voice ready ;)

Poot gasped.

"Joob what the fuk are you doing, I'm not ready to do this yet, fat." She said.

Joob looked down and screamed.

"OH MY GOD, POOT I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW" Joob yelled in terror.

"Um, okay. Anyway, I came here to find you, and now that I did...I don't know. What should we do?" Poot replied.

Joob went upstairs and came back in a cheese costume.

"No. That makes you look even fatter, fat." Poot smirked and patted one of the holes in the cheese.

"Fine." Joob went back to his room and put on a normal outfit.

"So..where are you taking me?" Joob asked Poot in curiosity.

"I found someone special...and you're gonna love them." Poot replied and took Joob's hand, leading him to the backyard.

"Remember Becky?" Poot asked.

"Yeah..." Uh oh. Joob began to sweat nervously and let go of Poot's hand.

"SHE IS YOUR FUKING NEIGHBOR, YOU BLIND BAT!" Poot yelled in Joob's ear.

Joob screamed.

"You mean to tell me, this whole entire time she was here and I didn't know?"

"Exactly! And now that she is here...we should kidnap her again."

Joob was skeptical.

Sure, he was way more than happy to see Poot again;

But, he changed a lot. He doesn't want to murder Becky as much as he did when he was a child.

"Okay. I guess."

"You don't sound so excited. FAT."

"No I promise It's fine"

"K then let's go, omigawd." She tried to flick Joob's vagina but it felt harder than that.

In confusion, Poot recoiled and widened her eyes.

"You're a man?!?!" Poot screamed.

Joob started to cry

"Yes?!?!?" He screamed back and tried to hit Poot.

She caught his wrists in the act and twisted them behind his back.

"I swear to Beyonce, if you do that to me one more time, I'm leaving you for good."

Joob nodded and sighed.

They walked into Becky's backyard and smiled in unison.

Becky was dancing to a song called "I Knew You Were Donald".

It went like this (to the tune of I Knew You Were Trouble obviously):

'once upon a time,

a few mistakes ago

you were born,

but your mom wanted you

to go back in the womb, back in the womb, back in the womb

i guess you didn't want to,