The Gay Chicken-Chapter Five

CTHULHU POV

 

I finally got him. I have the gayest chicken by my standards. I can’t wait to have him tied up and pleading for a sip of that amazing salad flavored water (p.s don’t drink). I was currently making my getaway from the fight that was taking place at the trumps hotel with Akala in my slimy tentacles. I finally reached my evil lair. I entered my house and placed Akala on the couch and flipped on some Spongebob. I left the room to go check on the prisoners and slaves.

 

 

END OF CTHULHU POV

 

AKALA POV

 

I woke up to an unfamiliar surrounding. The spongebob theme song was echoing throughout the room. I went to sit up but my weird shaped body prevented be from doing it. I settled on rolling my body sideways. I rolled myself off the couch and landed with a loud thud. I kept rolling my body. It was a very hard task that felt as if it took hours to reach my destination. I used my owl like neck and turned it 360° and saw I only moved two cm away from the couch. I decided to call it quits and go to bed.

 

END OF AKALA POV

 

SUPERMAN POV

 

I gasped as I tried recovering from the attack the “intruder” sent me. I sent one of my laser beam eye move thingy towards him. He blocked the move with the wings of justice. I looked around to see where my love Akala was. I really wanted Akala see me kick this rooster’s a$S. My kryptonian eyes widened as I saw Akala missing from the hotel. I was sungenly pinned to the battered wall by two black wings. I started coughing up maple syrup (?) as he started to apply more pressure around my neck. “Wait!!! Where’s Akala?” I asked in a british accent. He seemed to look surprised at this question and dropped me to look for Akala. One thought came to my mind. CTHULHU DID IT !!!!!!

 

END OF SUPERMAN POV

Author’s note - update 1/21/18

Author's Note

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