The Gay Chicken-Chapter Six

CTHULHU POV

I left the slave coop to go check on Akala. I found him on the living room floor. He was lucky that it was normal carpet and not animals skin. I ever so gently picked up Akala. I entered my room. There were pictures of random tentacle monsters and a dart board with Ajit Pai on the wall. I chucked Akala on to the bed with one of my many tentacles. I slithered up the the enormous bed and slipped in. I stared at his face for an one hour and 32 seconds. I then started to pet him. What surprised me was the fact that he started to purr. I thought he was a chicken but biology was never my strong suit.  I started to whistle Cooking by the book. Suddenly Akala woke up and joined in by singing the lyrics. We were in perfect harmony. For the rest of the night we continued to sing lovely songs.

 

END OF CTHULHU POV

CHAKAKA POV

 

I was flipping the chairs trying to find my Akala. My heart was thundering against my chest. I can’t believe I lost him. I totes my goats forgot about Superman over in the corner. Superman suddenly jumped up and did 10 jumping jacks while cursing loudly. I would beat his gay kryptonian a$s is it wasn't for the fact that the gay chicken was missing. Superman suddenly flew at e with alarmins acceleration speeds. He clutched onto my broad roster shoulders. “You’ve got to help me get Akala back.” Superman said crawling to me pleadingly. He looked like an anholic desperate for beer, or like a child is desperate for the nutritious breast milk. “You know where my Akala is?” I sneered. “First off he doesn't belong to you. Second I think the evil lord Cthulhu took him to his evil lair.” Superman said. I ignored his comment about Akala not being mine because let's be honest, we all know that Akala belongs to me. “Why would Cthulhu, my ex, want Alaka?” I asked. “ I don't know rooster man.” Superman said. “ My name is Chakaka.” I said.

 

END OF CHAKAKA POV

 

Author’s note - update 1/25/18

Author's Note

yo wass up it's ya boi!!!