Oh my god. Oh. My. God. OH. MY. GOD! Goddamn it Owen! I hate bullies as much as the next guy but come on! His head though a FLAG pole?! I think he’s already dead man. I hope PJ still gets to go on that date.
What and idiot… Bastian, his name was? Like you even give a fuck. All you know is that he was hitting it off with PJ. YOUR PJ. Thats not all, though. You think you saw PJ BLUSHING up at this asshole. This memory had anger bubbling up in your chest all over again. You were pretty god damn pissed when those jack asses messed with your PJ, You took good care of them- they got what they fucking deserved. Lover-boy here must have stayed after late, because he just walked around the corner to see you shoving a head down a flagpole. Turning to face him and grinning, the gap in your teeth showing quite menacingly, you see his face pale and his eyes widen. Before you could say something, he chokes out a phrase. “Who… WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU???” You take a step towards him. “-Owen. Just a friend of PJ’s. You know him well, dont you? I mean, you asked him on a stupid little DATE, right?” Bastians eyes narrow when you speak PJ’s name. This loser did have a thing for your little pal, didnt he? His mouth opens to say something but you’re suddenly in front of him, your fist colliding with his jaw. Falling to the ground, he spats out some blood and you start getting hungry. Your hood falling to reveal your grey completion and discolored mouth, he whimpers. He must have noticed that your undead. How fucking OBSERVANT of him. Your voice is like venomous honey as you speak to him. Kneeling down, you look him over. Who knows what PJ sees in this D-bag. “You like him, dont you? You must really DIG how he kinda looks like his older brother, huh? I bet you even lo-” he innterupts you. “Whats PJ to you?” This REALLY pisses you off. You send a solid punch to his gut. He wheezes and lays in a fetal position. Some captain. Snarling, you reply “PJ IS FUCKING MINE. ANYMORE DUMBASS QUESTIONS?” Bastian weakly shakes his head, hacking up more blood. This almost sends you into a feeding frenzy. You didnt feed off the bullies because who knows what they put in their bodies.
AUndsgndg;; oh maaan, this is so intense.
DDD: omgosh PJ BAD NIGHT FOR A DATE!! no laser tag for u mister.
oh dear… I hope the fourth boy wasn’t PJ’s date…
Oh dear. Don’t pick on P.J. His stalker-zombie will go crazy on your ass.
I really hope Bastian wasn’t the other kid, though. I don’t think it will be, but I hope it’s not.
shit Owen, overkill much?
I didn’t realize the pole was going through his mouth…
But, that must mean…Owen must like PJ! YAY!…kinda…
Holy hell. My mouth is just hanging open like. Oh. My.
Oh my god. Oh. My. God. OH. MY. GOD! Goddamn it Owen! I hate bullies as much as the next guy but come on! His head though a FLAG pole?! I think he’s already dead man. I hope PJ still gets to go on that date.
HAHA!Oh, Owen! You make me smile!!
Grody to the max.
ah, flagpole through the mouth. ironic, considering what he said earlier
What and idiot… Bastian, his name was? Like you even give a fuck. All you know is that he was hitting it off with PJ. YOUR PJ. Thats not all, though. You think you saw PJ BLUSHING up at this asshole. This memory had anger bubbling up in your chest all over again. You were pretty god damn pissed when those jack asses messed with your PJ, You took good care of them- they got what they fucking deserved. Lover-boy here must have stayed after late, because he just walked around the corner to see you shoving a head down a flagpole. Turning to face him and grinning, the gap in your teeth showing quite menacingly, you see his face pale and his eyes widen. Before you could say something, he chokes out a phrase. “Who… WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU???” You take a step towards him. “-Owen. Just a friend of PJ’s. You know him well, dont you? I mean, you asked him on a stupid little DATE, right?” Bastians eyes narrow when you speak PJ’s name. This loser did have a thing for your little pal, didnt he? His mouth opens to say something but you’re suddenly in front of him, your fist colliding with his jaw. Falling to the ground, he spats out some blood and you start getting hungry. Your hood falling to reveal your grey completion and discolored mouth, he whimpers. He must have noticed that your undead. How fucking OBSERVANT of him. Your voice is like venomous honey as you speak to him. Kneeling down, you look him over. Who knows what PJ sees in this D-bag. “You like him, dont you? You must really DIG how he kinda looks like his older brother, huh? I bet you even lo-” he innterupts you. “Whats PJ to you?” This REALLY pisses you off. You send a solid punch to his gut. He wheezes and lays in a fetal position. Some captain. Snarling, you reply “PJ IS FUCKING MINE. ANYMORE DUMBASS QUESTIONS?” Bastian weakly shakes his head, hacking up more blood. This almost sends you into a feeding frenzy. You didnt feed off the bullies because who knows what they put in their bodies.
Ohgosh, precious anon who wrote an awesome Powen fic O.O I think I’m in love with you
you should continue the story I love it there isn’t enough powen or maggot boy fan art in the world
This is…….. perf.
They were jerks, but that’s a bit extreme Owen.
I feel *really* sorry for that guy’s family, as much of an asshole as he was. :Y
Aaaaaaaand over with the happy pause xD
But… That’s actually pretty cute… Owen did that because that’s the head of one of the bullies♡○♡
Why did pj let them talk to him like that?!