i have bad habit in making water glow...
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i have bad habit in making water glow...
heres my submission for tf2 oc =3=
Friendly Pyro, Mike and Asshat
little Mike =w= and Mr. Tenta.
yes Mr. Tenta can have many leggs as he wants :P
more buttZombies
tentaMike and Mike
zombie mike and tenta mike :3
Surprise for Darklitria
Inspired by Adventure Time episode "Remember You".
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Mike sat alone in his bedroom, wiping his messy tear-stained face as his parents screams echoed throughout the house. His mother and father were fighting again, this time because his dad had come home with a weird bruise on his neck. Thats all he saw before his mother ushered him into his bedroom.
It was always like this. They always fought. Always. And it affected him in many ways. Especially with him making friends. Many of the neighbors wanted their children to have nothing to do with him. It wasn't fair!
Mike sniffled as he hugged a stuffed toy his mother had bought him a while back, before the fighting started. He cried, stuffing his face into his toy.
Suddenly the small toy shined a faded gray color before turning into a gray mist. The mist expanded until a figure emerged. Mike stared in fear and puzzlement as the figure neared him. It was his toy, only bigger, and....it moved!
"M-Mr. Tenta?" He asked, his voice quivering. The toy nodded and held out his arms. Mike wasted no time leaping into them, amazed that Mr. Tenta was warm. Mike cried harder as his father's voice rose, and Mr. Tenta rubbed his back reassuringly.
"Y-Your my only friend.." Mike whispered, hugging his toy tighter. Mr. Tenta picked the small boy up and sat on the bed, Mike in his lap. Mike wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt and snuggled into Mr. Tenta's shirt.
"Mr. Tenta?"
Mr. Tenta looked down, waiting for Mike to continue.
"Will ya' stay like this? With me like this? Til' mornin'?"
Mike was delighted when the alive toy nodded. Tucking himself and Mr. Tenta into bed, Mike soon allowed sleep to steal him away, comforted by the fact that his friend would stay with him.