"Others confirmed for me I had the wrong Andy. This dude's still a raging h-phobe."
The Sporesthey aren't out of my systemand by the look of it, its never going to happen. I put him down as we leave the Lab, my mind screaming to take the little fucker and drop him to the bottom of the sea.
Snivy's smile grows bigger as he walks by my side back home.
' I smile, they Thomposn over nothing, that's when my foot catches on something and I trip. I fall flat on my face and groan. Ow, ow ow ow oww. Damn. ' I flip over and sit up, rubbing my back, trying to get the pain to soften.
When I try to stand I can't, I look down, my foot is caught in a vine, its twisted around my ankle and halfway up my calf...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑