TROLLING THE OTHER WORLD

'Cuz sometimes it's fun to be a troll, you know?

CHAPTER ONE: STRAWBERRY LEMONADE

"...the fuck is wrong with you?"

That's the only part of her rant I bother hearing, as during the rest of it I was busy pulling all the handles on the soda-dispenser chandelier. Did you know that the things have an infinite amount of whatever they contain? I just found out!

I decide to completely ignore her question, and pretend that she asked, 'What the fuck are you doing?'

"I'm flooding the first floor," I tell the Other Mother. "What the fuck does it look like to you?"

"Why?"

"Because I can," I say. "Trolling is fun..."

"Fuck off! How am I supposed to fucking clean this up before my kid gets here?"

I laugh, and shake my head. "You're not."

"Get the fuck out of here!" she said, picking me up and hurling me out the door.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do outsi-"

The door slammed.

Wow, she's pissed.

I walk back up on to the porch and inspect the door, before cutting the bottom of it with a sharp knife I brought along for this very purpose.

Strawberry lemonade begins to flow out from under the door, and I mean flow.

I laugh, and go searching for other things to troll.

Well, before that, I carve a huge creeper-face into the door with my knife, and strawberry lemonade, which now looks a lot like blood, begins to flow from the mouth carving, but that's beside the point.

(A/N): Yep, because of my fancy-schmancy title up there, I'm not going to be having beginning A/Ns for this fic.

Some of you are happy. I can tell.

Anyway, this was randomly inspired to me when I read Chapter Six of Call Me Katie by Cayln. It's really awesome, I just finished it.

Next chapter will be up soon, or whenever I get around to it.