The stage was on fire, and dark, brooding smoke billowed from the truck. It exploded, propelling one of the tires straight at Yuki. This time, time didn't slow down. The tire hit Yuki in the head, and she saw no more.
Then someone tackled Yuki out of the way. Time resumed its regular cadence. The truck sailed past, and hit the electrical devices behind the stage. The noise was deafening. Smoke billowed out from the crash site.
Time slowed down. Yuki didn't close her eyes. She faced Truck-kun head-on. A small part of her was vindicated. She had prepared the locker, the email, and the time-gated delivery. No one believed her when she said Truck-kun was real. Her death would expose the interdimensional serial killer.
The truck crashed through the wall of the fifth floor of the convention center, sailing straight toward the girl on the stage. Yuki knew her time was up. Truck-kun had finally gotten to her. Any explanation of how it managed to get to her on the fifth floor wasn't important. It was here, and she was dead.
Asterion assumed that a forty-year-old prostitute, despite her years of experience, might not have as much expertise in using her own throat without vomiting as he did.
[HPxJJK] - Harry Potter and the Supremacy of Cursed Blood
Asterion ignored the Weasley House; there was no way he would choose such an option; being poor was out of the question in his next life; he had already suffered enough. He wasn't masochistic enough to choose the Oldest and Poorest House in the Wizarding World.
[HPxJJK] - Harry Potter and the Supremacy of Cursed Blood
Good thing everyone else in the house had been asleep because if the break dancing tortoise didn't weird them out, then for sure the technicolor smoke cloud and the other tortoises appearing would have.
Oh right. He had to figure out what was wrong with his mom. She'd been kind of out of it since his mother had left for the home of pizza a while back but recently it seemed she was getting worse.
Oh right. He had to figure out what was wrong with his mom. She'd been kind of out of it since his mother had left for the home of pizza a while back but recently it seemed she was getting worse.
*We can't postpone this, since sooner or later, I know you'll be fucking like two gay bunnies in heat,* I said sternly. I don't know why, but when I saw his teary expression, I felt a smile starting to form on my lips, but I caught it soon enough and maintained my stern expression. But... I kinda wanna tease him more.