Post by ConfessionFPT on Jun 20, 2016 6:13:40 GMT
Tombstone vs The Blob
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((Warning: This Set-Up Contains Mature Content))
It was a normal apartment building. Made of bricks, a few stories high. If you were to pan a camera across the red blocks, you’d come across a window with a lady inside it. She’s doing yoga to a Queen CD. The window next to her’s features a young couple, Netflix and chilling. They’re watching an animated film from his childhood that she hates. The window next to that…displays something else, something not normal.
This window is dark, dully lit by a blue light. An old western playing on TV is the sole source of illumination. In front of it, the strongest La-Z-Boy ever constructed. A bowl of sour cream and onion chips rests on the chest of the gargantuan figure sitting there. Fred Dukes lives here. He usually spends his days sitting in his special chair, ignoring the cockroaches trying to nestle their way under his arm fat. Here’s a detail you don’t want to know: he’s currently masturbating. Not to the image of cowboy Tom Selleck on his television, he wasn’t paying attention to that. His eyes were closed, and he was thinking of the love of his life.
He came across this beautiful woman in his time with the Brotherhood of the Evil Mutants. A woman who could be anything, but was most beautiful in her purest form. Mystique. Fred had given up on girls, for the most part, long ago. There was no use in a person trying to date when they looked like Fred. But something about Mystique…made him hope again sometimes. A stack of work out DVDs lay, unused, by his TV stand. Blob had been living up to his name recently, cultivating even more mass since he last saw her. He'd hate for her to see how much weight he put on. There wasn't really anything wrong with him besides his grotesque appearance, without that fact, she’d probably love him.
He wanted for day when he could be known for something else besides being a fat man. In the circus, when he discovered his mutant powers, he thought of being a superhero. He even picked out the perfect name: “The Immovable Man.” Honestly it's somewhat impressive, if not extremely impressive, that someone could try to run over him with a semi and he would be fine.
He climaxed inside of a tube sock threw it across the room, missing the overflowing laundry hamper. Fred laid in his own sweat. If things didn't change soon, Mystique would never care for him and he’d never get to stoke that bright orange hair at night and have her eerie yellow eyes be the last thing he saw before he closed his.
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The elevator was slowing rising toward its destination. The man known as Tombstone readjusted his tie. He was always uncomfortable pulling jobs like this. Usually when you go to take someone down, they are weaker than you. And if they weren’t , you brought a bunch of thugs with you to help you out. But not this assignment. Today, today he had the distinct
pleasure of visiting The Blob.
Tombstone had heard much about The Blob back in the day. He threw himself into the superpower game by attacking the X-Men with circus animals. Tombstone was a very well-respected gangster in his own right, but he didn’t know if he had what it took to take out a blob.
He breathed in, and out. “Doing this for her, doing this for her, doing this
for-“ The elevator dinged.
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Fred contemplated getting up from his chair. He looked up the stack of fitness DVDs and thought about popping one in. The fear of no one loving him, even if he had a Captain America physique, began to creep into his mind when a knock came at the door.
“Go away,” Fred called from his seat. Three more knocks followed, “Not interested!” he reiterated.
Tombstone kicked the door in, making it fly across the room.
Blob angled his head, turning his double chin, into a quadruple chin from the weird leaned back position. He stared down the guy who just kicked his
door. “Who is the bitch that kicked my door!”
The paperwhite man began unbuttoning the cufflinks on his expensive suit jacket, “Name’s Tombstone,” he said, “have we met before?”
Fred began rocking back and forth, building momentum to get up, “Thought I heard of a Tombstone before, but the guy I heard of wasn’t a bitch!” he finally was able to stand on his stubby tree stump legs.
“Nothing personal, Free-Willy, always had the upmost respect for your work, fighting for mutant rights, but I’ve been paid to put your name…on a Tombstone.”
“That is literally the dumbest shit I have ever heard, I’m going to kill you!”
Tombstone took a sniff of the apartment air, “Why does it smell like sweat and shame in here?”
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