This is just stupid. But I kinda like it.
The characters (c) Jhonen. Yet. :
He ran.
He ran as if it was for his life.
Maybe it was.
Panting.
There! A corner! He wouldn't find him there. He surely wouldn't.
He ran into it.
He harked for footsteps.
Nothing.
Save.
Wait! What was that?
He looked up. Nothing.
Behind him. There he was, giving him that hungry glare.
He gasped. And ran the other direction. He was following him. He knew it.
Somewhere...to hide...again panting.
He couldn't hear anything, but he knew he was just behind him. So he picked up the pace.
Right into a corner.
Left.
Right.
Right again.
And still he kept following him.
Right.
Still there.
Left.
No.
Dead end.
No. Just no.
He couldn't turn. He was behind him, blocking the way out.
That was it.
So he did the best thing he could. He turned to face his enemy.
The foe grinned. In a sly way.
Coming closer. Closer. Even closer, their faces almost touching.
He felt a long, pointy finger on his chest.
"Tag! You're it"
He sighed as his fiend turned around and stupidly ran away. He hated playing tag with him.
Why did he agree playing that again?
Oh yes.
A shudder ran down his spine.
He surely didn't want anybody to see that photos. Too bad he somehow got them for extortion.
But Dib didn't think of Zim blackmailing him with playing tag.
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