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Once upon a time, there was actually im not doing that shit
Long story short Scorpia and Catra go on a date.
They at a diner and so they have a good time there. Probably. Maybe. Probably not. Maybe not. I’m just kidding they do. Will they though? SHUT THE FUCK UP ok ok damn im sorry im just tryna add in the immersion or whatever
how the fuck can i do a introduction on this bruh💔💔💔
Scorpia and Catra sat there at the table. A candle in the middle of the table, the tire I MEAN fire (specifically on the candle) slowly moving with motion.
your writing is shit SHUT THE FUCK UP
"yo the moon looks pretty." Catra said.
where the fuck is the moon man
yo brah chill out no need to swear man
i have to swear lil bro now tell me where IS the moon
so you see in the diner or whatever the ceiling is replaced with some sorta glass roof yknow what im saying and it shows the sky and stuff and so
yeah yeah stfu get back to writing the fic boy
"It sure does, Wildcat." Scorpia replied. "pretty like you." Catra used utlra rizz insidicnt!!! mf fix yo spelling. Scorpia blushes or whatever idfk. The waiter came in front of the table. The waiter had round lil’ eyes and a strange long nose. He had one tooth even though wait what the shit snackz this is just the noise from the game pizza tower. "Heya! What can I get you folks today!" The little guy grinned with his somehow existing teeth even though it was showed he had one tooth. While Scorpia was ordering…Catra looked around a bit and OH SHIT IT WAS THE FUCKING OPPS. Catra quickly looked back, hoping they wouldn’t notice her but they probably did by now. "And for you ma’a—" A bullet flew near Catra’s face. Scorpia had a look of despair as she almost witnessed Catra’s death. "OH SHIT IT'S THE OPPS!!" Catra yelled. Suddenly, bullets were flying everywhere and gunshots were heard here and there, putting the whole diner into lockdown and some people pulling out their own weapons they brought with them. Catra flipped the table to shield Scorpia and herself before pulling out a 1911A1 Custom. "WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON?!" Scorpia said as she heard the chaos that was going on. "THEY FOUND ME, SCORPIA. THE OPPS FOUND ME." Catra yelled before peeking over the table and shooting at her opps. Meanwhile with the waiter also known as Theodore J. Noisester, blud was shooting with a comically large revolver at the people who were shooting up the place before getting shot in the head with a Remington 870 and falling to the ground drastically, skin immediately going to a blueish color and flies were already around his body while bleeding to death. More opps were somehow coming, and so Scorpia searched for an exit. Her eyes only met bloodshed and violence, pools of blood everywhere. Scorpia quickly grabbed Catra and dashed to what is seemingly an exit door, but instead it’s an explosion KABBOOOOOMM EEHEHSHSHSHSHBLOOOSSSHHHHH SBSBBAABANSNDBBBSS MORE SLURPING SOUNDS MAKINGNOUT SESSION
Turns out, it was some random dream Scorpia and Catra had. Scorpia talked to Catra about the weird dream while Catra pretended that she has never even dreamed about that before. The end.