Iâm writing a story where itâs this guy whoâs supposed to be liKe my alter ego who acts full of hImself, Punchinello (the greatest Man Ever), and professor Layton (who we all know is psychotic) in the post apocalyptic New VegasâŚ
Itâs a part of this running joke I have with a friend of mine, itâs called the WallFather⌠And itâs just my anurisms put to paperâŚ
A highschool boy, not very bright and very foolish, though he does decently and seems to be fairly popular. Another boy is very smart and serious, he mostly keeps to himself and has no friends. These two have nothing in common but are exactly the same.
Blake woke up one day feeling strange, no one looked at him or paid him any mind at all. He ignored it and went to class figuring it was nothing. Though in class even still he was ignored, without a word or even a glance in his direction. The girl he mutually liked, Rebbeca had a sad expression in class and just watched the birds fly by the window. After class Blake went up to her asking what was wrong⌠No response.
 Blake Stepped out of the classroom and saw another boy standing giving him a sharp glare⌠Meanwhile a black car is driving a hundred miles an hour trying to escape a group of cop cars, the driver had curly hair and the passenger had neat hair a toothbrush âstashe.  The passenger was shooting out the window but it wasnât doing much⌠He knew what to do. The driver shouted out, âA, NOOO!â As the man jumped out he said, âVieter bye-bye!â then he and all the cops were gone in a explosion too great for words.
 The driver walked out of the car and into a large building⌠The boy glaring at Blake asked,
âSo do you know whatâs happening? The teacher wouldnât answer my questions and ignored me the same way your girlfriend just did to you...â
Blakeâs face turned bright red, not unlike that of a brick, and yelled, âS- Sheâs not my girlfriend!â
âOh, then you better admit your feelings as soon as this is over, so you donât miss your chance.â
 Right before Blake could deny his obvious affection again, a man with sorrowful eyes comes up to them and says,
âOne of you, is a ghost.â he paused as he spoke as if to hold back from crying, âThe other, is a Zambie.â
Blake jerked back in shock, âA g-g-g-g-GHOST!?â
The man simply nodded and said, âYeah, and Iâm here to help you two. Or else Aâs death be in vainâŚâ
The boy gave a forced look of concern, âWhoâs A? What happened?â
The man looked at a locket briefly and then quickly put it away, âA was a great leader from Germany⌠He died on our way here, because of that I must help you two now! My name is Bro Chair, but you can call me Bro.â
The boy sighed, âI probably shouldnât ask how you knew about and can see us⌠Iâm Lawrence Acetaminophen, pleasure to meet you Chair, or at least I suppose so.â
âAnd Iâm Blake Surreal!â
Bro Smiled, âOK, good, Iâll call you Ace Law, and you Bland Cereal!â
âWait, Bland, why?!â
âYeah, thatâs too good for him I vote for his name to be wet bread.â Added Law in his monotone voice.
He hasn't called in months, he deserves a stern punishment.
Meanwhile my good son has returned from Germany and has made a gang about something like blindfolds. This is a peaceful gang of course and it's really just a group of friends that he calls a gang to try to seem rebellious, that child is really a nice bucket of biscuits!
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