Sunday, July 8, 2012

PuppetLover77

We stopped for ice cream here in Texas. We now walked for 15 days, with little to no rest. That's how hardcore we are. I'm still a girl, but have become a redhead in the meantime.
Archwriterer killed all of the people in the café, which was nice since Arch & I really don't have money to pay for stuff, money will come when we get to LA.
One thing that I like about Arch is that he has never attacked me, when he feels a freak out coming or that one might come along he usually leaves.
I like that about people, when they don't try to kill me.
In Texas we stumbled upon a abandoned hotel, which was perfect less people for Arch to kill.
I think I read something about us in the news paper. "The Killer Duo", I love how I'm suddenly a killer just by association.
A little girl was at the motel, she was wearing a pretty red dress and had curly hair.

Me: Hello? What are you doing alone in a hotel like this?
Little Girl: I've come, to keep track of you two.
Me: Why?
Little Girl: Because I don't think you are being sincere about the mission.
Arch: Wait, you know about the mission?
Little Girl: Of course, who do you think PuppetLover77 is.
Arch: Well, we don't know I thought that was supposed to be the point.
PuppetLover: Anyway you guys are moving a bit slow. The slow time will be cut from your later pay. I'm off...

She then vanished.

Arch: That's rather unfair, we've been walking for almost 30 days now, we still have 10 days to go. In fact we're making good time.
Me: Yeah, just deal with it.
Arch: Why is our boss a little girl?
Me: Do you honestly care?
Arch: I guess not.
Me: Anyway we should get some sleep or else you'll eventually look worse than Frankenstein on prom night.
Arch: Are you calling me ugly?
Me: Yes, because in the 15 years I've known you I've spewed nothing but insults at you. Sarcasm aside I meant that you'd look bad if you don't get any sleep soon.
Arch: Whatever...

I went to sleep right as my head hit the pillow. I woke up around six in the evening the next day.

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