I Remembered The Mommy Sammy Loop And I Was Wondering - What If It Was Combined With The Little Daniel

Zack: Well, Mira and I finally did it! The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.* Zack: That's right... We kissed!

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Gun was telling Daniel about how he would use his friends instead if he refuse to create his own crew, watching in delight as the boy's eyes darkened before his face suddenly went blank. He stopped talking, a confused frown pulling at his already twisted features as the boy seemed to look right through him, as if in a trance. Slightly unnerved and a bit annoyed he threw a kick toward him in an effort to snap the boy out of his daydreaming. It worked, just not in the way that Gun was expecting. Before his foot could make contact with the boy's head it was stopped by a tight grip that made his bones creak in protest.

"What's with you now? Are you that angry about me using your friends for my crews?" He mocked, hiding just how unsettled he was by the fact he couldn't pull his leg free.

Thinking quickly, he aimed a fist at the boy, hoping to distract him enough to let go of his leg, but it backfired when Daniel grasped his arm and twisted. He bit his lip to muffle the groan of pain threatening to escape him. What the fcuk was going on? Just a minute ago he was kicking him around like a straw doll and now he was left vulnerable at the boy's mercy. Whatever had happened to cause this sudden switch in him...it wasn't natural.

"My...Jay..." he seemed to mutter under his breath, eyes glazed over, "how dare they... kill them...dare they...pay...death...too kind...bastards..."

An unexplainable sense of fear washed over Gun and he began struggling to get out of the raving boy's clutch. Terror dulled his senses and turned his movements animalistic up to the point where he couldn't think clearly. He had to get away! He had to get away from him! Run! Hide! His instincts screamed at him, overwhelming the usually composed male.

Without warning the boy went silent and his eyes snapped straight to the panicking Gun, who felt every muscle in his boy freeze under the intensity of his gaze. His throat constricted painfully and he found himself losing control of his own body when his white eyes clashed with the other's jet-black ones. He barely even registered when he was thrown to the ground, crumpling like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Daniel's eyes reminded him of those of a predator, cold and lusting for blood. It was only later that he realized that the boy had been restraining himself from tearing his throat open with his bare hands, though even then, he couldn't tell what he had done exactly to spur this kind of anger in the usually mellow boy. It didn't make sense.

It made even less sense that Daniel just shot him another look, a mix of disgust and anger, and left without another word like nothing had happened. Like that night had just been a dream. Not real, just a figment of Gun's imagination...at least, it would've been, if it weren't for the circle of bruises in the shape of a hand around his arm and lower leg. The doctors said his tibia was almost shattered, as well as his wrist. That was the only proof he had that it hadn't all just been in his head. Something had snapped in Daniel that night.

The Workers' four affiliates were all set ablaze in the following days. Many died in the fire, while others perished under mysterious circumstances in the hospital.

Danny watched the brunette news anchor report on the situation, with one arm firmly clasped around Jay's waist as he rested on his chest. The remote snapped in his hand.

Eugene had somehow survived.

That wasn't a problem. It just meant he would have to go hunting again later. For, now he focused on the sleeping blonde in his arms, nuzzling into this slim neck and inhaling the scene of his cologne. He would never allow anyone to lay their hands on his beloved again. Never.

You are sitting at your desk one quiet evening finishing up some assignments when you hear a crack behind you, like someone just stepped on one of the creaky floorboards of your cozy little home. Only problem is, you live in an apartment with cement floors covered in fluffy carpets.

  Wordlessly, you pull out an ancient blade with shining symbols all over it that seems to buzz happily as it is once again in your grasp.

Small Prompt

He spoke in a quiet breathy tone ,his words almost inaudible over the low buzzing of the crowds below: ”I’m going to come back and kill you ,even if I have to crawl back up from the pits of Hell!”

Two shots rang out into the night and a body plummeted onto the concrete streets below landing with a thud. A chorus of hysteric screams ensued.

Chapter 343 introduced new hotties and all I can think about is that the cheetah-print abomination is back ಥ◡ಥ

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Two people entered the room, only one came out. Mostly because he was passed out drunk on the floor, but that's irrelevant because people assumed that Danny had beaten him up either way. He was, after all, the only one who left the room, and everyone had at least a healthy amount of fear for the strange and mysterious boy.

He had come out of nowhere one day and just stuck around. He was also insanely strong and fast, and could probably beat two thousand people all at once if he wanted to. On his first day, he had broken up a fight between Vin Jin, Zack Lee, and Vasco, like it was nothing, and left all of them passed out on the floor when they tried to retaliate. The boy also kept mostly to himself ever since he had joined the Visual Art department, but rumor went that he worked at a tattoo parlor by night and dealt with all kinds of crazy delinquents and mob bosses.

And now, Logan had entered the same room as him, and he hadn't come out. Not that anyone would miss him, of course! The arrogant bastard liked to throw his weight around and act like he was the shit, despite the fact that everyone knew that Daniel Park was, in fact, the true tip of the pyramid when it came to both strength and intellect.

Well, Jace had a theory about 'The Silent King', as the students at J High had begun to secretly call him.

"I don't know bro," One of the guys in the Architecture Department scratch his head and looked at the spiderweb of red string that connected numerous blurry shots of the boy and various notes scribbled in pink glitter pen and neon green highlighter.

Jace looked at him baffled, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, hair sticking in every direction, and clothes crumbled. There were deep purple bags hanging under his eyes and the look on his face made the guy slowly back up and hide behind Vasco. The latter was eyeing the various sticky notes covering the entire wall, surrounding a large picture of Daniel's face from his student ID with a growing amount of worry. Finally, he turned back to look at his best friend with the same expression.

"Jace," he began gently," when was the last time you had any sleep?"

"SLEEP?"

His sudden shout made Euntae unintentionally flinch back and cover their cowering classmates behind his bulky frame. Never before had he seen his friend act like this. In a moment of panic, he ambled forward and decked the raving big-eared boy over the head, before catching his limp form in his arms.

"I-uh..."

"You should take him to the infirmary! Maybe a nap would do him some good." Someone piped up from the back.

Vasco nodded furiously before slinging Jace's unconscious form over his shoulder and leaving the classroom, much to the relief of his terrified crew. Jace slept the day in the infirmary and when it came time to leave his friend took him back to his house without too much fuss.

Later on in the evening, after he had finally finished cleaning the classroom, someone passed by the Architecture Department and caught sight of the state of the wall at the back of the second year's classroom. He paused, silently pushing the door open and stepping into the deserted room. Black eyes wandered over the huge read web connecting all of the information together, taking the time to read each and every note and analyze every single picture with great interest.

Danny closed the door behind him and let out a low chuckle before leaving the school. The large picture of him in the middle of the red string fell off the wall and onto the floor. The words 'Time-Traveler' were written in pink glittery ink on its bottom corner.

Zack: How many kids do you have? Danny: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Danny: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Vasco: I think you mean cards. Danny, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

#17

Danny: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress. Robin: Robin:...

My cousin asked me what people without a limb were called because she was having a lapsus and instead of amputee I told her prostitutes. We both haven't stopped laughing and I'm stating to think she's suffocating cause she has been making kettle sounds for the past two or so minutes.