UninvitedAfter reading the invitation, Ozzy groaned. Thrax looked up from the book he was reading. "Whoa, baby, I'm the only one that's supposed to get those noises out of you. What's wrong?"Uninvited by MiniFearling
"One, that's not the noise I make; I sound way better than that. And two, I need a costume for my friend's Halloween party." He passed the invitation to Thrax.
"Why the hell wasn't I invited?"
Ozzy rolled his eyes. "You're supposed to be dead, remember? And people don't like viruses."
Thrax glared. "I can feel the love, Jones." He returned his attention to the invite. "I don't see why you need to dress up, baby." Ozzy pointed to something written on the bottom of the page. "'Come in costume or don't come at all.'" Thrax read.
"Yup. It's his favorite holiday. I gotta hand it to him, he throws great parties. Problem is he expects you to dress up!" Ozzy huffed in frustration.
"I know what ya could go as, baby."
"Elvira." Thrax smirked.
"I will shoot you." Ozzy informed while snatching back the invitat
InterruptedIn the late morning, the doorbell rang, completely interrupting their alone time.Interrupted by MiniFearling
"Who could-that be?" Ozzy wondered between breaths.
"I couldn't-care-less, baby." Thrax panted.
"But what if-ah-they can hear?" Ozzy asked.
"I don't-oh-care if the whole damn building can hear! Just two more seconds, Jones!"
They reached their climax. Thrax rested his forehead against Ozzy's own as they both panted. Thrax kissed his cheek. "So," Ozzy began, killing the mood, "who do you thinks at the door?"
Thrax huffed. "A real boner killer, baby."
"What if it's important?" Ozzy questioned.
"Jones!" The virus groaned. "It's probably some idiot tryin' to sell something! Just leave it alone!" The door bell rang again.
"Nah, it might be important." Ozzy got out of bed, despite Thrax's protests. Ozzy put on a long, dark blue robe, and headed for the door.
"Jones," Thrax called.
"Come on, man! It'll be just a minute, and I'll come right back!"
"Jones," Thrax repeated.
"What?!" The cell asked, losing his patie
A Helping Claw"Quick!" Ozzy shouted to Drix. "They're splitting up!"A Helping Claw by MiniFearling
"I've got this one!" Drix shouted back, chasing one of the germs.
Ozzy followed the other one into the alleyway. The germ turned around, and started throwing punches. Ozzy blocked or dodged the attacks. Jones got a good punch to the germ's face, and kicked him in the stomach. The cell pulled out his gun. "Don't move, man!" The germ sighed, and put up his hands. "Yeah, that's right!" Ozzy barely cuffed him, when he felt a gun put to the back of his head.
"Hand over the gun," a gruff voice ordered.
"Rick!" The cuffed germ shouted. "Get me outta here!"
Rick moved his gun from Ozzy, and shot his friend in the head. Ozzy gave a small jump. "Never really liked that guy." He turned his attention back to Jones. "Alright hand over the g-" The cell quickly turned around, and kicked the gun out of his hands. Rick grabbed Ozzy's upper arm and twisted it, forcing the cell to let go of the gun. Rick was about to punch Ozzy in the stomach, when h
Hello! I'm a girl that enjoys reading, writing, and drawing. I love being with my friends, but also am happy just relaxing at home. I love going to the movies, watching television, playing video games, and adore rainy days! I'd rather stay home and read, than be at a party. I love using my imagination and hope to one day travel the world. I can't stand it when people are mean for no good reason. I always go to the beat of my own drum. You should too.|