see what writers block does to me? it makes me write freakishly short chapters
*Satellite Bullet’s P.O.V*
I laughed and Fun Ghoul looked at me, “What’s so funny?”
I grinned, “I just find it funny how I gave both Broken Bad and Bee Fighter MY clothes.” I said I watching Bee Fighter walk back in his new clothes. Fun Ghoul and I were trying not to laugh.
He looked at us confused, “What? Is there something on my face?” He started feeling around his face.
I held in my laughter, “No it’s just… it’s not important.”
He gave me a weird look, “Okay then…”
My stomach growled, “I don’t know about you but I'm getting food!” I happily walked off to the table where I was eating before. Fun Ghoul came and sat with me.
Razor bubbles came to my side and pulled my sleeve, “Who’s that guy your clothes mommy?” She whispered.
I laughed, “That’s Bee Fighter. He’s an old friend of Daddy’s and Uncle Gerard’s.” She made an ‘ohhh!’ sound then walked off probably to tell everyone else.
Fun Ghoul laughed. I looked at him, “Now what’s so funny?”
“Oh nothing really. Just look behind you.” He grinned. I turned around to see Party Poison and Bee fighter fighting over a canister.
“GIVE IT TO ME!” Party Poison screamed.
Bee Fighter pulled back, “IT’S MINE! I BROUGHT IT HERE! I ALREADY DRANK FROM IT!”
“SO?!” Party Poison argued. I sighed and walked over to the two.
“What the hell are you two fighting over?” I asked in a motherly tone.
“Bob’s got coffee!!!” Party Poison said excited.
My jaw dropped, “They never give us coffee! Only H₃O!” At that point Fun Ghoul jumped up to see the coffee.
Bee Fighter finally got it out of Party Poison’s grip, “No worries! I brought like a sack full of coffee stuff!”
We all smiled. “What are you waiting for!? LET’S MAKE COFFEE!!” Party Poison shouted happy dragging Bee Fighter to the old diner kitchen.
Toxic Rainbow came over to me, “So I hear there's a new killjoy?”
I grinned, “Not just any killjoy.” She looked at me confused and led her to the kitchen where Party Poison was making coffee with Bee Fighter.
Toxic Rainbow saw Bee Fighter and her jaw dropped, “That isn’t who I think it is….”
I smiled, “Yep, that’s Bob Bryar.”
She smiled huge, “What fun!” She said in an overly happy voice that was obviously fake.
I laughed then she walked out. A few minutes later the coffee was done and we all wanted some. Fun Ghoul walked up to me happy and handed me a cup, “One cup for my lady.” He winked.
I laughed taking the cup, “Thank you my lord.” We all laughed and sat done in the front of the diner to drink our delicious coffee we’ve all been longing before. Not before long the news of coffee and Bee Fighter spread around the diner and we were all enjoying life at its current point.
