Favorite Mould

Razorback began coughing and wheezing for air. His mask was the only thing that gave him the air he needed to survive. He collapsed on one of his knees and coughed up blood. The Chameleon began skipping towards Razorback humming a lullaby. He round housed Razorback in his face. Two of his teeth flew out of his mouth. He crashed into a boulder which crumbled as he came in contact with it. The Chameleon began sighing. " I hate to fight cripples." "They make you try to feel sorry for them." "However the difference between me and other people is that shit doesn't work on me." " I don't give a fuck if their deform or deaf." If they cross me they will share the same fate as the others did in the past. "DEATH...." The Chameleon"s mould of an old man melted off his face. Underneath his mould of an old was his favourite mould. He had spiky hair, pointy ears, sharp canines, and blue eyes. He was 5'11 and weighed 150 pounds of muscle. He had a black and white polka dot tie. He had a suit with the arms rolled up to his forearm. His veins could be seen popping out. He also had a long tongue that resembled a snake. In this mould, he spared no one. He ripped his enemies limb from limb. He even killed other demons when their were no humans around. He also was resemble of the death of Chancellor Adolf Hitler, he shot him him in the head and made it look like he killed himself.