CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Madonna and Taylor held hands as they ran deeper into Michael Jackson's mansion. They did not want to be seperated. They ran by many old radios. They didn't have time to wonder why. They ran into a room full of bubbles.
"The bubble room," said Madonna, in wonder. "I heard about this, but I thought it was just a legend."
"I don't understand," sayd Taylor. "Why does he have all this stuff?"
Madonna couldn't answer. They ran through the bubble room into the next one. It looked like some kind of labratory, but there were horrible genetic experiments lying around the place.
"I feel sick," said Taylor. "What is that, a unicorn? But it's dead...and it smells."
"We shouldn't stay in here too long," said Madonna, worried. "I don't think it's safe." They ran through, trying not to look at the horrors all over the place, and reached a room made out of chocolate. There was a door at the other end of it. The door opened and Michael Jackson was standing in the doorway.
"Hoo hoo," he said, sadly, aiming the gun at them. "Your turn, Madonna!" He fired. She didn't even have time to react. Nothing happened.
"It was empty!" said Taylor.
"That chamber anyway," said Michael, cruelly. "Ch'mon!" He aimed at Taylor and fired. But gain the gun didn't go off. Without pausing, Michael held it up to his own head and fired.
But again nothing happened. He almost looked disappointed. Before he could fire again, Madonna and Taylor rushed him and slammed him down to the chocolate floor. His frail body almost shattered. He cried out in pain.
"This is over," said Madonna. "Either help us stop the robot from burning the world or let us leave!"
"I just...just wanted to be friends," said Michael. "But you ruined it. LIKE GIRLS ALWAYS DO." Suddenly he grew super powerful and threw both Taylor and Madonna back.
"What!" said Taylor, watching as muscles began to ripple on Jackson's body.
"I did some experiments on myself," he said. "Used up almost all the unicorn blood to give me special powers. Now I could kill you two...but where's the fun in that? Today is the day that I die."
"NO!" cried Madonna, as Jackson held the gun to his own head. He fired. And again. And again. But still it did not shoot a bullet through his skull.
"Oh, wait, I forgot to load it," he said. "How funny! How...gah...argh..." He clutched his chest.
"Is he having a heart attack?" asked Taylor. Michael fell onto the chocolate floor, writhing in pain.
"That's pretty ironic," admitted Madonna.
"Tell my children...they were horrible genetic creations and I never loved them..." said Michael. "Annie...are you okay? Are you okay...are you okay...Annie..."
And finally Michael Jackson died. Madonna and Taylor Swift watched his body for a long time, in case he sprung up again.
"It's so sad," said Madonna. "Such a genius...driven mad."
"I'm hungry," said Taylor, changing the subject. "Think we can eat the whole room?"
"The bubble room," said Madonna, in wonder. "I heard about this, but I thought it was just a legend."
"I don't understand," sayd Taylor. "Why does he have all this stuff?"
Madonna couldn't answer. They ran through the bubble room into the next one. It looked like some kind of labratory, but there were horrible genetic experiments lying around the place.
"I feel sick," said Taylor. "What is that, a unicorn? But it's dead...and it smells."
"We shouldn't stay in here too long," said Madonna, worried. "I don't think it's safe." They ran through, trying not to look at the horrors all over the place, and reached a room made out of chocolate. There was a door at the other end of it. The door opened and Michael Jackson was standing in the doorway.
"Hoo hoo," he said, sadly, aiming the gun at them. "Your turn, Madonna!" He fired. She didn't even have time to react. Nothing happened.
"It was empty!" said Taylor.
"That chamber anyway," said Michael, cruelly. "Ch'mon!" He aimed at Taylor and fired. But gain the gun didn't go off. Without pausing, Michael held it up to his own head and fired.
But again nothing happened. He almost looked disappointed. Before he could fire again, Madonna and Taylor rushed him and slammed him down to the chocolate floor. His frail body almost shattered. He cried out in pain.
"This is over," said Madonna. "Either help us stop the robot from burning the world or let us leave!"
"I just...just wanted to be friends," said Michael. "But you ruined it. LIKE GIRLS ALWAYS DO." Suddenly he grew super powerful and threw both Taylor and Madonna back.
"What!" said Taylor, watching as muscles began to ripple on Jackson's body.
"I did some experiments on myself," he said. "Used up almost all the unicorn blood to give me special powers. Now I could kill you two...but where's the fun in that? Today is the day that I die."
"NO!" cried Madonna, as Jackson held the gun to his own head. He fired. And again. And again. But still it did not shoot a bullet through his skull.
"Oh, wait, I forgot to load it," he said. "How funny! How...gah...argh..." He clutched his chest.
"Is he having a heart attack?" asked Taylor. Michael fell onto the chocolate floor, writhing in pain.
"That's pretty ironic," admitted Madonna.
"Tell my children...they were horrible genetic creations and I never loved them..." said Michael. "Annie...are you okay? Are you okay...are you okay...Annie..."
And finally Michael Jackson died. Madonna and Taylor Swift watched his body for a long time, in case he sprung up again.
"It's so sad," said Madonna. "Such a genius...driven mad."
"I'm hungry," said Taylor, changing the subject. "Think we can eat the whole room?"