Chapter 10
“WELCOME OOTHERS!” screched the voice of Spadang Skaran over the intercum in the entrance hall to the Doom Fotess of Dom. It was an evil place of evil. Ded babys wer mounted on the wals and there were ganger eyes too and there were gosts of all the kids killd here.
But Oother didnt care. He had seen too much and now all he wanted was to see Spagang murked. He walked forward with the army of Oothers behind him.
“YOU ARE A FOOL OOTHER!” boomd the voice but he didn’t care. “YOU AR OUTNUMBERD!”
Oother was silent. So was Oother and Oother and Oother. They wer a big army of badassness.
“THIS IS YOR LAST WARNING OOTHER!”
Silence.
“FINE!” shouted Spadang, desprate now. “YOU’VE FALLEN RIGHT INTO MY TRAP!”
The door slammed shut and the room filld with turrets! ALL POINTED AT OOTHER!
“HAHAHAHA!” Spadang laughed as the turrets aimed. “HAHAHAHAHAH!” The oods were agenst Oother.
“ANY LAST WORDS PENDRAGON?” the voice boomed.
Oother was quiet for a moment. Then he said, quietly…
“What’s happened to all the goons?”
“EH?” Spadang was surpised. “WHAT KIND OF GAY LAME STUPID QUESTIONIS THAT?”
“Well, I was wundring what happend to them. I mean, you like killing them dont you?”
“HAHHAHAHAHA!” Spadang sneerd. “THEY ARE INSIGNIFICANT PRANETS!”
“But ther don’t seemto be any around. You mustr have killed em all. No army to defernd you. No gards for the prisons. No cooks to make yor food.”
“WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT YOU MAD FOOL!”
“No mekanics to run stuff. No IT guys to run the com sistem. And worst of all, no-one on the medical wing. Its empty, all the traned doctors have gon. Because, Spadang Skaran, when I’m done with your motherfucking cunt-ridden face, you’re going to wish that you could go to a better HOOOOSPITAAAAAAAL!”
And with that Oother CHARGED into battel. Oothers all over the room doged bullets and rocks and shit. The turrets wer 100% accurate and fired light speed bullets but Oother was bettar than them. “OH NO!” shouted the turrats as Oother killd them. Over the room were explosions and kung fu and Oothers fist as 5 Oothers fisted a turret to deth. In a fe mins all the turrets were gon.
“That was like shootin turrets in a barrel” Oother said.
“HAHAHAHAHA, BUT I HAVE ANOTHER PLAN! PROFESSOR BRACEWELL IS A BOMB!!”
“Who?” asked Oother.
“THIS GUY!”
A Scottish guy with glases fell throu the ceiling.
“Och!” he shouted. “I cannae be deactivated unless I fal in love, the noo.”
“Why tha fuck would we want to deactivate you?” asked Oother.
“Yeah, we can use you to blow the door open!” Oother agreed.
The Oothers all put on ther super Oother shields and pushed Bracewel agenst the door.
“DOORAAABELLAAAA!!” shouted Braxwell as the door blew up and him too.
“SUC-MOTHERFUCKING-CESS!” Oother shouted high fiving himself loads of times. The army marched forward BUT THERE WAS A TRAPDOOR!
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Spadang laughed. “YOU HAVE FALLERN INTO THE EVIL DOOM PIT OF DOOM!!”
“Ha!” Oother shouted. “More like Evil Doom SHIT of Doom” (lol I made a punn its foony cos shit sounds like pit lol)
“YOU WILL DIE OOTHER! MY GRATEST PETS ARE DOWN HERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Oother pickd himelf up and lookd round. It was pitch black but he had night vision. He walkd down the coridor but it was a ded end. He explord and soon found the whole thing was a maze. The coridors twisted but he was lost. All of him.
After a wile he gave up and sat down. “MOTHERFUCKER! I hate how these god-damn circular coridors always go in fuckmothering circles!”
But just then, he herd a noise!
It was faint at first but then it wasn’t faint cos it was louder. Slow, repetative, the most eeevil sound in all of creation!
Beeebeeebeeebeeebee
“NO!”
Beebeeebeeebeebeee
“MOTHERFUCKER!”
Beeebebebebebebe
“MAKE IT STOP!”
Oother(s) jumped to his/their feet and turnd the corner and saw AN ARMY OF ZARBI!
“THAT FUCKMOTHERING NOISE!”
The Oothers knew wat to do. They ran to the Zarbi and tackld ther big legs. But there were LOADS of Zarbi. Oother was fiting a pair of them when suddanly…
ONE JUMPED ON OOTHER AND BIT HIS HED OFF!
“HAHAHAHAHAH!” Spadangs voice yelld. “OOTHER IS DEAD! OOTHER IS DEAD! ALL YOU OOTHERS WILL FADE FROM EXIST NOW! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
(Authors note: DON’T STOP READING HES NOT DED IT’S A TRICK!)
“HAHAHAHAHAHA… WHA?”
The hedless Oother got up and his neck started gorwing back and his hed formed agen.
“Didn’t you know, Spadwank?” Oother jeered. “I’ve got a fuckmothering time head!”
The Zarbi wer tempraly stund by this and the Oother ran away with a big plan.
The Zarbi followed the Oothers but came acros a dead end. Suddenly they herd a voice.
“Would you like to come to a party?”
They turned round exited! They had tracked down ther pray! They walked towards the sauce of the voice, when suddenly…
“ITS AN OOTHER PARTY MOTHERFUCKER!”
The Zarbi lookd up to see Oother standing ther with a GIANT can of insect repeller.
BANG!
……………………..
Oother finally emerged from the tunnels into a giant palace. With the Oothers in tail he lookd up to see the evil figar of Spadang Skaran just standin there. He was unarmerd and lookd not that strong. After all the evil lead up, it was just goin to be this easy!
“Any last words, Skaran?” Oother sed as he pointed his gun at Spadang Skaran, the hateful cunt who had caused this all.
“NO IM NOT GOING TO NEED LAST WORDS COS IM NOT GOING TO DIE! HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Oother put his finger to the trigger when he felt a WHACK on the back of his hed! Looking up he saw an army of masked figars knockinb his fellow Oother to the ground. Theyd all parachuted in from the ceiling. Turnin around to see wat knockd him a cool ass car was siting there with fire behind the weels. A masked figar got out and raised the mask, as did all the others. It was teh same face!
“GET A DELORRIAN, FOOL!” laughed Spadang Skaran.