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DJKaktus had retired to a perfectly normal ordinary life of satisfaction. His greatest milestone of 2 million upvotes achieved, he was given the Nobel peace prize and created world peace. There was no more starvation and no one died anymore. Finally hitting the hay, Kaktus took one last glance at his lifes work, set his phone on the nightstand and slipped peacefully into dreamland.
When he opened his eyes, all he could see were the faces of screams and agony, the flames burning everyone's insight as he was surrounded by his creations.
"Why have you abandoned us!"they chant in unison
"No! No! Please! Leave me alone!"The fire leaped to life; the flames encircled him, thier eyes turned into skittles."Agh no! not the skittles! Don't look at me like that!!"
A dark form hunkered before the fire, it's the white beak of a mask red with the prominence of heat, "Come back to us Kaktus."It said softly."Your the chosen one."
"No, you've ruined my life enough as it is!!"
"One more try wouldn't hurt…"
"No begone demon!"
He awoke fully in a cold sweat. He perked as a vase crashed in the hall, he'd just started to fall asleep when he sensed the trespasser. Frightened off easily, he bravely pursues the intruder, gun at his side, flashlight in left hand. The shapely, pitch-black silhouette stood in front of the door across the hall and bolted off too quick for the flashlights spot. turned around for a moment to have an idiotic stare at the homeowner, eyes going cross eyed behind its beak and then set's off running from the mess by the open fridge.
"Who the fuck??"
Kaktus chases the being, hopping over the sofa frame and pouncing on it like a wild cougar, until it,
"Squawk, unhand me, miscreant!"
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house!?"
"I am the cure."
DJKaktus socked it in the jaw, sending it staggering back." Answer me, motherfucker!!"
"Fool! you can not hope to hurt me."
Djkaktus took steady aim, and shot it in the chest it flew back into a china cabinet shattering glass and fine glassware. The body remained motionless. Katktus crept up with cautionsly, phone out, ready to call 911, then a scalpel pins the screen out of his hands into the wall.
"Not today, bitch…" said the strange birdman. It posed with fanciful martial arts and grace. Its Chinese fan of scalpels concealing its beak as it bats its lushess eyelashes.
"What the… fuck?"the sight brought Kaktus back to the days when he was but a small lumber jack, the air wood smelled of fresh pine. He wondered if the skills he learned as a wood monk were still retained even in his older form. He held his hands wide open and fell back on a chainsaw. He feels the power flow into his veins as it stabs his heart, and couldn't help but think of his fallen friend, Thomas the tank engine.
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