Everyone Esplode Noaw
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- Seen Apr 14, 2011
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As she danced, I looked up in awe, but then, it happened. She started to shake around, throwing sweat into the audience, and some landed on me. I screamed as it got into my mouth, but, I stopped when I felt a hand pull me on stage. I was shaken to the core by some woman's hands, and had all my clothes other than my undergarments ripped off, and then I was thrown back into a snarling audience. I felt a couple ribs crack as I hit the floor, and then I was picked up onto the crowd while I heard the music keep playing.
"Eat my little monsters!" she screamed.
"Yes, Gaga!" the audience obeyed.
All I could remember then was teeth biting down on my flesh until I bled. Kicking and screaming, I tried with all my might to keep them off of me.
"Devour, devour, devour!" Gaga commanded.
"Yes, yes, yes." the crowd murmured in a zombie-like tone.
"Please, no, Gaga!" I pleaded.
But, it was all too late, I was plunged back into the concrete floor, and lifted back up. This process was repeated many times, until I was sure I had broken even the simplest of bones. But, even if it pained me, I had to fight back.
"Get off me, y-you monsters!" I protested, painfully swinging my arms, hitting them all I could in the face. One of them then turned to Gaga, who was laughing manically, and pointed at me.
"Bring him to me!" she commanded. The crowd then did as she said, soon enough I was on the stage floor. She walked off with a finger in the air, but then came back with a show girl costume in hand.
"What are those for?" I coughed.
"You!" she screeched, lunging towards me, attempting to clothe my body in it.
I kicked around when she scraped me with her fingernail, as I was so tender from the previous beating.
"Dance for me, monkey-boy!" she laughed in a bloodcurdling scream.
Then, as I got up, nearly unable to due to my broken bones, and I danced with all my might to Maniac by Michael Sembello. I tried to stop, but she bared her teeth at me, and I freaked out as she held up a knife. The Running Man, the Moonwalk, and the Mashed Potato, nothing was impossible for me that night.
As I fell the ground in exhaustion, I saw her walk over to me and poke my forehead.
"Psst, I wanna tell you something." she whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"DIE!"
I was then kicked to the concrete floor by a pair of stilettos, and then, was bit again and again. Soon, I passed out, but, I still felt conscious, because I felt my body being dragged to a pit. I knew it was a pit, because I was thrown into it.
Falling, falling, and falling, I was scared to death.
But, right before I hit the ground, I woke up in my bed, in a cold sweat. But, this was no regular bed, it was a hospital bed. I looked around, and everything around me was white. The worst part was, in the corner, on a chair sat a latex body suit. And as I looked at my lap, I saw Gaga sprawled on top of me, holding a syringe full of arsenic.
As she danced, I looked up in awe, but then, it happened. She started to shake around, throwing sweat into the audience, and some landed on me. I screamed as it got into my mouth, but, I stopped when I felt a hand pull me on stage. I was shaken to the core by some woman's hands, and had all my clothes other than my undergarments ripped off, and then I was thrown back into a snarling audience. I felt a couple ribs crack as I hit the floor, and then I was picked up onto the crowd while I heard the music keep playing.
"Eat my little monsters!" she screamed.
"Yes, Gaga!" the audience obeyed.
All I could remember then was teeth biting down on my flesh until I bled. Kicking and screaming, I tried with all my might to keep them off of me.
"Devour, devour, devour!" Gaga commanded.
"Yes, yes, yes." the crowd murmured in a zombie-like tone.
"Please, no, Gaga!" I pleaded.
But, it was all too late, I was plunged back into the concrete floor, and lifted back up. This process was repeated many times, until I was sure I had broken even the simplest of bones. But, even if it pained me, I had to fight back.
"Get off me, y-you monsters!" I protested, painfully swinging my arms, hitting them all I could in the face. One of them then turned to Gaga, who was laughing manically, and pointed at me.
"Bring him to me!" she commanded. The crowd then did as she said, soon enough I was on the stage floor. She walked off with a finger in the air, but then came back with a show girl costume in hand.
"What are those for?" I coughed.
"You!" she screeched, lunging towards me, attempting to clothe my body in it.
I kicked around when she scraped me with her fingernail, as I was so tender from the previous beating.
"Dance for me, monkey-boy!" she laughed in a bloodcurdling scream.
Then, as I got up, nearly unable to due to my broken bones, and I danced with all my might to Maniac by Michael Sembello. I tried to stop, but she bared her teeth at me, and I freaked out as she held up a knife. The Running Man, the Moonwalk, and the Mashed Potato, nothing was impossible for me that night.
As I fell the ground in exhaustion, I saw her walk over to me and poke my forehead.
"Psst, I wanna tell you something." she whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"DIE!"
I was then kicked to the concrete floor by a pair of stilettos, and then, was bit again and again. Soon, I passed out, but, I still felt conscious, because I felt my body being dragged to a pit. I knew it was a pit, because I was thrown into it.
Falling, falling, and falling, I was scared to death.
But, right before I hit the ground, I woke up in my bed, in a cold sweat. But, this was no regular bed, it was a hospital bed. I looked around, and everything around me was white. The worst part was, in the corner, on a chair sat a latex body suit. And as I looked at my lap, I saw Gaga sprawled on top of me, holding a syringe full of arsenic.