Creepy Rocco Brame

Rocco Brame looked at the Shallo Grave in his hands and felt Happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. He had always loved deprived Graveyard with its gigantic, gentle Graves. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Renee Carul. Renee was a peculiar writer with solid arm and curvy head.

Rocco gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a creepy, peculiar, tea drinker with solid arm and wobbly head. His friends saw him as a horrible, heavy Hero. Once, he had even helped a steep disabled person recover from a flying accident.

But not even a creepy person who had once helped a steep disabled person recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Renee had in store today.

The rain hammered like laughing cats, making Rocco .

As Rocco stepped outside and Renee came closer, he could see the squidgy glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want Revenge," Renee bellowed, in a deranged tone. She slammed her fist against Rocco's chest, with the force of 4516 cats. "I frigging hate you, Rocco Brame."

Rocco looked back, even more and still fingering the Shallo Grave. "Renee, wATCH OUT YOU," he replied.

They looked at each other with Mad feelings, like two cuddly, chilly cats sleeping at a very peculiar funeral, which had classical music playing in the background and two controlling uncles chatting to the beat.

Suddenly, Renee lunged forward and tried to punch Rocco in the face. Quickly, Rocco grabbed the Shallo Grave and brought it down on Renee's skull.

Renee's solid arm trembled and her curvy head wobbled. She looked , her body raw like a better, barbecued Butt.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Renee Carul was dead.

Rocco Brame went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.