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Snaptrap was at DOOM thinking of his next evil plan. Snaptrap: Gee. There is nothing I can think up. I've done every evil plan I can and the TUFF Agents arrested me for them. Larry then came in with a sandwich. Larry: Maybe some food could help you think, Snaptrap? Snaptrap: Oh. Thanks Larry. Snaptrap grabs the sandwich from Larry and takes a bite of it. Snaptrap: Hey, this is pretty good. But this tastes familiar. Uh oh. Snaptrap then puffed up. Snaptrap: Oh right. It's cheese. I'm allergic to cheese. Larry: Hahahahaha. Snaptrap: Did you do that on purpose, Larry? Larry: I sure did Snaptrap. That's what you get for throwing me int

Mid-January, 2009 Buffalo, NY Sam wakes up covered in sweat, and he groans while keeping his eyes shut, convinced he’ll see hazy waves of heat if he looks around. Either the heater is broken, or this shitty motel really IS a hellhole—literally. His eyes shoot open. Hellhole. Hell. DEAN. Sam sits up and looks at the bed beside him. It’s empty. His first reaction is relief: Dean isn’t having a Hell flashback thanks to the ungodly temperature of their room. Of course, his second reaction is worry. Where is he? Grimacing as his moist skin slides along cooling, sweat-laden sheets, he gets up and moves over to the bathroom.

The house was quite, only the hum was the television in the other room echoing though the hallways. The wooden floors ran along the base, long and an oak brown color. The floor borders were dusty, ready to be replaced, and worn out with age. The howl of the wind made a branch from the outside tap ageist the bathroom window as the growl of dying summer made the leave change to dark orange and red. They snapped off the tree and fell to the forest-bitten ground. Turning the world to a dark, dark land. Amber sat along the scarlet sofa with a book in her paws and her body extended over the soft fabric. The novel Into the Wild, a story forced upon

He stood alone in the rain, wet hair plastered to his face. Alone. He would always be alone now. Not that it was anyone's fault but his own, though. He had destroyed everything. Everyone was gone because of him. He hardly cared that he was soaking wet. "Because of me..." The Once-ler croaked, his underused voice was becoming raspier, he noticed. "All of it.... Because of me..." The words burned his already sore throat, and the vibrations sent a sharp tickle to through his nose. He could feel it building slowly, and purely out of habit reached for the green and black striped handkerchief in his breast pocket, holding it to his nose, and sneez

Squiggy walked into the Pizza Bowl and sat down at a table, sniffling miserably. He hadn't felt well all day. He could hardly keep his eyes open, his head was pounding, and he couldn't breathe through his nose. Although his nose was stuffed up, that didn't stop it from itching. His poor nose had been itching and tickling like mad since he had woken up that morning, and he had hardly been able to go twenty minutes without feeling the need to sneeze. He looked and felt pathetic as he scrubbed furiously at his pink-tinged nose. Adriana walked in then, her plaid skirt flouncing behind her. "Addie!" Laverne called upon seeing her friend walk in,

Floating through the darkness is Konoha's number one knuckled headed ninja, Uzumaki Naruto. Naruto opened his eyes to see a giant barred cage. A sheet of paper with the word seal was on the front of the cage. "Where the hell am I!" yelled Naruto. Water splashes and ripples at Naruto's feet as he steps toward the bars. He took a step back when two giant glowing red eyes appeared in front of him. "Gah!" An evil chuckle echos. "So we finally meet face to face. Kit." two giant orange furred hands grab the bars. A furry muzzle sticks out from the gap in the bars. "Wh-who are you? Where a-am I?" Naruto asked, with a tiny hint of fear in his vo

Boredom was inevitable. He was alone. He was sick. He was tired. He couldn't sleep, despite how tired he felt. The constant need to sniffle or sneeze kept him from any hope of sleep. So there he lay in his bed, nose running like a faucet. He took a deep breath in. At least his nose wasn't stuffed up. He may've been sniffly, but at least he could breathe. Although whenever he did, he could feel the tickle. It seemed to never leave him alone for a moment. It felt as if there was a feather stroking the inside of his left nostril. The tickle slowly began to build tortuously, causing his breath to begin hitching once more. "Hihh... Ihhh.....

Disclaimer: I don’t own death note. “Achoo!” “Bless you Ryuuzaki.” “Thank you Light. I apologize for breaking your concentration.” “Don’t worry about it,” he assured and went back to reviewing the latest criminals killed or at least tried to since the silence was interrupted by another sneeze, “Bless you again.” “Thanks.” “Ryuuzaki…” “Let’s not to call attention to such a minor issue.” “Easy for you to suggest that. You’re not the one being…” “Achoo!” “Disturbed every five seconds just like that.

   Castiel feels horrible.   He wakes up in the morning shivering despite the two blankets that lay upon him and Dean's arm draped across his side, and since then has been alternating between freezing and overheating. There's also a tickle in the back of his throat that's doing nothing but annoy him and make him have to clear his throat every three minutes.   He's not too worried, however, until around noon and he's curled up on the couch with about five blankets wrapped around him when he feels the weirdest sensation in his nose; a tingling feeling that doesn't go away and forces him to close his eyes and let out a loud stuttering noise.