How am I even going to do this?
Aggression: I'll just go through the weapon pile. Maybe I'll find something useful there..
Countless weapons later.
Aggression: I guess a knife will have to do... again..
Somewhere, someone, preferably a gay bitch-
Hot Air: Hmm.. wonder where everybody else is....
Aggression: Ah, perfect.
Insert Aggression jumping into a bush.
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You can come out now.
The little shit was standing right in front of the bush.
Aggression: Shoo, I'm waiting for you- Fuck.
Hot Air: What were you going to do?
Aggression hid the knife.
Aggression: Oh, NOTHING.
Hot Air: Hmm.. ok!
Wait, did that actually work?
Holy shit, IT ACTUALLY WORKED.
Now, all I have to do is-
Hot Air: What's the knife for?
Aggression: ...Nothing, now go.
He.. she..? Fuck it. THEY shook their head, trying to to get a closer look.
Hot Air: Just let me see it!
Aggression: You know what.. sure.
THEY handed THEM the knife.
Hot Air: Sooooo.. what's it for?
Aggression: Like I said, nothing. Now give it back.
Hot Air: I don't believe you.
*SNATCH*
Aggression: You wanted to know what it was for?
*STAB*
Hot Air: ...
Aggression: You know.. it never had to be like this..
Hot Air: W-Wha?
Aggression: You could've been me. A relevant GOOD character. But no.... what are you?
A joke.
One last knife to the head was all it took for Hot Air to be dead.
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Zzzzzzz....
Huh? Where.. am I?
You died, genius.
Heck.
Enjoy your stay, you're gonna be here for a while.
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Life As A Genderless Murderer (Or LAAGM)
Fanfictionplease don't read this it's actually bad unless you're reading the new parts, those ones are good
