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Timmy the Reaper
                 Created by Tyler Gates

Warning: This written series is overly ridiculous and may cause some readers to go "wtf". Oh, it also has some nasty themes and gore n' stuff too.

"R.I.P April"
(o.o) You wanna hear a joke? (insert your name here)

     A young 15-year-old boy sits in front of his computer, watching the screen closely while his tentacle porn downloads, taking forever and ever….
----Meanwhile at a crap-tastic apartment that seems to have gotten shitter ------
      April stands under the hot shower, feeling the warm water stream through her long hair and down her bodily parts, making her as clean as a nipple - I mean whistle [(o.o) Sorry a guy like me gets distracted at certain things in scenes like this]. She turns the water off and then steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry herself, as anyone would in that situation.
      "I wanna kill her slow~ Can we kill her slow~?" A childish voice echoes from across the bathroom. The young woman startled, turns to the source of the voice, peering at Timmy the Reaper while he holds Scythe out in front of him, ready to disembody the Named.
      April screams at the sight of the mopey little child-like Reaper, but with a quick sweep of Scythe both her legs are sliced away from under her, sending her to crash forwards against the hard floor and break her face. [(o.o) Don't worry, we used a stunt double for this scene, so no one was hurt…except the stunt double...who's now dead]
      "Awwww, she's hurting~ I LIKE IT!! I WANNA CUT HER EARS OFF!!!" Scythe screams sadistically while Timmy kneels in front of the face-planted April, lifting her head up and then sticking his fingers into her mouth. Grasping her tongue, the Reaper yanks it out, and then throws the muscular hydrostat [(o.o) Also known universally as the talky-makey organ] against the wall, which leaves her unable to talk shit or scream irritatingly.
      While April groans with blood streaming from her mouth, lack-of-legs, and broken face, she can't help but wonder in her head, "What was the name of the dog in The Jetsons?"
      Timmy sighs, knowing it wouldn't stop with April. He knew his problems wouldn't go away no matter how much violence he inflicted on this one dumbarse girl, but then again, he was holding a badarse scythe n shit.
      The Reaper climbs back to his feet, and with one mighty swing, hooks Scythe up-under April's torso, lifting her and suddenly impaling her against the nearest bathroom wall - forcing blood to explode everywhere.
      Scythe quivers, "She exploded CONFETTI!~"
      April gives one last exhale of life, then finally dying, but not from the mass of bloodloss, but, in fact, from a broken heart which sealed her death [(o.o) No I mean literally, with all the impaling and what-not her heart got torn apart]
      Peering at the corpse Timmy sits on the floor, giving a giant sigh. "I don't know if I can do it."
      Still impaling the corpse, Scythe responds, "Do it? But no one's asking you to have sex with the corpse~"
      "What!? No I meant I don't think I can keep killing people. I've been doing it for two-hundred years – I'm tired."
      Scythe suddenly moves on its own, pulling itself out of the wall and letting the corpse of April thud to the floor as the weapon returns to Timmy's hand, "But you're a reaper~ You have to kill people, it's what you doooo~"
      "There has to be a way out of this," the Reaper gives another heavy sigh.
      "I KNOW WHAT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!~ Wienerrrrr slllluussshhhyyyy~"
      "….Alright, we should have enough time to get a slushy before we stop off at our next Named." The Reaper drops some magical scene-shifter elixir on the floor as he stands up, making it appear as though April choked on her own foot while biting her toe nails.
     "YAY~ Wiener slushhhyyyy~"
---- Some random time later that day -----
      The young 15-year-old boy smiles as finally his tentacle porn is fully downloaded. He then glances closer at the screen, noticing a strange slim creature behind him in the reflection. Suddenly the boy's head is ripped off and blood splatters across the computer. [(o.o) And that children, is why you shouldn't watch porn…because that Boogy Fiend is one scary motherfucker who aint afraid to eat your brains while you jerk your gherkin]…

To Be Disembodied…

(o.o) The production of this chapter was created entirely at 5am in the morning, and so, if you have problems or complaints about the quality of it, then by all means, GO SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE SKULL AND ROT IN RAT SHIT!

Description
Timmy the Reaper
                 Created by Tyler Gates

Warning: This written series is overly ridiculous and may cause some readers to go "wtf". Oh, it also has some nasty themes and gore n' stuff too.

"R.I.P April"
(o.o) You wanna hear a joke? (insert your name here)

     A young 15-year-old boy sits in front of his computer, watching the screen closely while his tentacle porn downloads, taking forever and ever….
----Meanwhile at a crap-tastic apartment that seems to have gotten shitter ------
      April stands under the hot shower, feeling the warm water stream through her long hair and down her bodily parts, making her as clean as a nipple - I mean whistle [(o.o) Sorry a guy like me gets distracted at certain things in scenes like this]. She turns the water off and then steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry herself, as anyone would in that situation.
      "I wanna kill her slow~ Can we kill her slow~?" A childish voice echoes from across the bathroom. The young woman startled, turns to the source of the voice, peering at Timmy the Reaper while he holds Scythe out in front of him, ready to disembody the Named.
      April screams at the sight of the mopey little child-like Reaper, but with a quick sweep of Scythe both her legs are sliced away from under her, sending her to crash forwards against the hard floor and break her face. [(o.o) Don't worry, we used a stunt double for this scene, so no one was hurt…except the stunt double...who's now dead]
      "Awwww, she's hurting~ I LIKE IT!! I WANNA CUT HER EARS OFF!!!" Scythe screams sadistically while Timmy kneels in front of the face-planted April, lifting her head up and then sticking his fingers into her mouth. Grasping her tongue, the Reaper yanks it out, and then throws the muscular hydrostat [(o.o) Also known universally as the talky-makey organ] against the wall, which leaves her unable to talk shit or scream irritatingly.
      While April groans with blood streaming from her mouth, lack-of-legs, and broken face, she can't help but wonder in her head, "What was the name of the dog in The Jetsons?"
      Timmy sighs, knowing it wouldn't stop with April. He knew his problems wouldn't go away no matter how much violence he inflicted on this one dumbarse girl, but then again, he was holding a badarse scythe n shit.
      The Reaper climbs back to his feet, and with one mighty swing, hooks Scythe up-under April's torso, lifting her and suddenly impaling her against the nearest bathroom wall - forcing blood to explode everywhere.
      Scythe quivers, "She exploded CONFETTI!~"
      April gives one last exhale of life, then finally dying, but not from the mass of bloodloss, but, in fact, from a broken heart which sealed her death [(o.o) No I mean literally, with all the impaling and what-not her heart got torn apart]
      Peering at the corpse Timmy sits on the floor, giving a giant sigh. "I don't know if I can do it."
      Still impaling the corpse, Scythe responds, "Do it? But no one's asking you to have sex with the corpse~"
      "What!? No I meant I don't think I can keep killing people. I've been doing it for two-hundred years – I'm tired."
      Scythe suddenly moves on its own, pulling itself out of the wall and letting the corpse of April thud to the floor as the weapon returns to Timmy's hand, "But you're a reaper~ You have to kill people, it's what you doooo~"
      "There has to be a way out of this," the Reaper gives another heavy sigh.
      "I KNOW WHAT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!~ Wienerrrrr slllluussshhhyyyy~"
      "….Alright, we should have enough time to get a slushy before we stop off at our next Named." The Reaper drops some magical scene-shifter elixir on the floor as he stands up, making it appear as though April choked on her own foot while biting her toe nails.
     "YAY~ Wiener slushhhyyyy~"
---- Some random time later that day -----
      The young 15-year-old boy smiles as finally his tentacle porn is fully downloaded. He then glances closer at the screen, noticing a strange slim creature behind him in the reflection. Suddenly the boy's head is ripped off and blood splatters across the computer. [(o.o) And that children, is why you shouldn't watch porn…because that Boogy Fiend is one scary motherfucker who aint afraid to eat your brains while you jerk your gherkin]…

To Be Disembodied…

(o.o) The production of this chapter was created entirely at 5am in the morning, and so, if you have problems or complaints about the quality of it, then by all means, GO SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE SKULL AND ROT IN RAT SHIT!