Paxton / blotre fanfic (war)
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This article is terrible.
Here's why:
- Exists
- Not ChatGPT written
- Gay Paxton and Jackson
- Blotre being redundant
- Blotre existing
- Reference to the locations of Blotre and Paxton
- Reference to Paxton and Blotre's real war
- Attempts to put itself in every category
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It was the backyard mid-way between Perrysburg and Blaine, in, like, Rockford, Indiana or something.
It was Blotre and Paxton. Standing from each other just quarter a meter away. With a cinematic squint, the referee blew his whistle, and the war began.
Anyways, with two weapons, these two were ready for battle. Ol' Pixton had a classic, his good subordinates, Jackson, Kasper, Harrison, Will and Mikkayla; but Bloater had a three-way breed: a galaza. Y'know, a bazooka and gun combined, with a laser feature!
"You poopus," insulted Pax, "I bet you have medicine to take everyday!"
"Oh now you've taken it personal!" exclaimed Blotty.
Chaz, watching from daytime television, points out to Red, "Oh boy, they're gonna murder each other!" Red closes his eyes, and so does everyone else, all but Chaz, his insane self.
They charged.
Blotre shoot a laser bullet, with exhausting 1-million dollar-worth technology, and the sleekest style, misses Mikkayla past the meter. "Yikes, I'm dead meat!" Blotre predicts his fate. Mikkayla runs towards Blotre as fast as she can, and bops him on the head and kicks him in the chin and shin at the same time. "That's how a woman does it," she semi-boasts.
Then, with another shot, Blotre, now injured, is attacked by Paxton's lawyer, Will. With a sledgehammer, he whams the laser bullet with his sledgey and Blotre now has a not purple, not black, but now green eye. "Dang," says Blotre, "now how am I supposed to see?"
In his third shot, this time it's Harrison saving the day with his (patent pending) Scratch coding. With a stop [the laser bullet v] and a custom kick this boy in the genital block, Blotre's hit in the you-don't-know-what, and now is about to be delepated by the DOT. Not the Department of Traffic, but rather the period. Period. Cause he also got hit by Harrion's period custom block in the pelvic!
Before a redundant fourth shot, Kasper, The Archive Keeper, brings about a greatness, waffles. "Want some of these waffles? Eh?" asks of Kasper, in a coerce. "Oh yeah...Uh huh," Blotre says as if he's drunk from all the syrup. Sneaking upon is needed back, Kasper punches him in a second and runs out of town --- and back home.
Last and not least, in a wheelchair and a million mummy-like bandages and surgical tape, with a last blow, Paxton and Jackson has a plan, one they were conceiving like a baby, for a long, painful time, and likely to die. Paxton ate the laser bullet, and it came out of Jackson's mouth. But inadvertedly, the LB went into Paxton's mouth, with the LB doing a loop, from Paxton to Harrison, infinitely. Eventually, after about a minute of nonsense, something finally happened.
They kissed.
Falling over each other, trying to stop the cycle, only ended up doing one thing. At first, they were regretting their whole lives, but in no more than half a second, they found out they were gay, with lusciously red cheeks and closed eyes, they where in love.
But what they didn't know what was happening was that where was a laser bullet feeding off of their lust and hormones to get faster and faster and faster and faster and faster!
Eventually, out of redundancy, and lust, Paxton and Jackson turned into a laser bullet nuke and exploded.
The end. Moral of the story: Don't want things so much. You'll cause pain.
Epilouge
"That was so good!" Chaz said. "Didn't you hear the moral?" Red asked. "Uh, no?" Chaz responded, "me and my insane self."