Coffee Creme was walking from the train yard to the station.
Hawkeye: What are toi doing? Coffee Creme: I want to go talk to Gordon. Hawkeye: Nope. Gordon is busy causing havoc in Portland. toi should be glad that he's not here. Coffee Creme: But I'm dating him. Hawkeye: I don't care Frenchy. Go back to that yard, and get to the train with Metal Gloss. Coffee Creme: Don't call me Frenchy. Hawkeye: Whatever toi say... Frenchy. Coffee Creme: *Rolls eyes, and walks back to train* Stylo: Pierce, we got a problem! Hawkeye: What is it? Stylo: A passenger train came in, and one of the ponies is seriously...
Jeff awoke the quickest. He found himself behind a store. It smelled like a bakery. Wherever that Mew had teleported him to, he didn't mind. He tried to stand up to go into the bakery, but it felt weird. He placed a hand on his head, thinking it was just from such a large amount of power shot at him at once, But when he looked at his hand, he saw it wasn't a hand anymore. It was a rounded hoof. Not one like on a real horse, but it terrified Jeff plus than a gun to his head. He just stared in confusion for a few seconds, then looked around him. Ben and Jack weren't with him. He placed his hoof...
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Jeff entered the mansion in the middle of the night. He was covered in blood, as usual and a few scratch marks were on his arms from victims struggling. He grabbed a bagel and a can of bière and walked up to Ben's room.
"Hey Jeff, don't touch anything." Ben a dit as Jeff entered the room. He was playing Pokemon Red version on his gameboy with his left hand while playing Skyrim with his right.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Why did Slendy make us roomates anyway?"
"Because we can't kill each other, I can go into any technology and you're-"