Mr. Wiggles Big Adventures (Not a Childrens Story)
"Ah that's good. Otherwise, Ima put a cap in yo' brain. Hop in nigga." You thought about it for a moment. Deciding whether to get in the car, or leave, they could easily shoot the hell out of you anyway. But hell, what do you have to lose? You hop in, knowing you had no choice anyway. And you drive past more unfamiliar buildings with their windows smashed, unneeded furniture sitting around them and just plain shit nobody wants or would ever need unless homeless.
You reach a small building, the tires crunch over a glass bottle of some sort and it smashes under the weight. The three men hop out of the car (of course, no seatbelts.) and walk toward the house. "How do you know we can trust this foo'?" A fat black man says, his face contorted into a confused frown. "Just shut-the-fuck-up nigga! Ight? He' cool wit' us. Right lanky foo'?" You quickly nod your head, trying to look as confident as possible, but of course, you were afraid of what could happen. But the leader here looked friendly enough. He'd picked you up off the street and is now escorting you into a house, what more could you possibly want from him?
Whatever happened next is up to someone who can write and won't ruin the story.
You reach a small building, the tires crunch over a glass bottle of some sort and it smashes under the weight. The three men hop out of the car (of course, no seatbelts.) and walk toward the house. "How do you know we can trust this foo'?" A fat black man says, his face contorted into a confused frown. "Just shut-the-fuck-up nigga! Ight? He' cool wit' us. Right lanky foo'?" You quickly nod your head, trying to look as confident as possible, but of course, you were afraid of what could happen. But the leader here looked friendly enough. He'd picked you up off the street and is now escorting you into a house, what more could you possibly want from him?
Whatever happened next is up to someone who can write and won't ruin the story.