Number Fifteen: Death by Elves
The horror of his own face had been almost as bad as the optic blasts reflected in the mirror that blasted him through the wall, Scott thought. He never knew he looked so awful without the visor. Well, that was it then, he would have to keep it on at all times from now on.
He’d almost forgotten about those horrible moments, so frequent now, when something would happen that would result in his death. In fact, he was relaxing on his bed when he heard it.
Footsteps on his carpet. Little footsteps. What on Earth...?
Then, as they climbed the side of the bed, he saw them. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny elves, all armed with spoons.
“Nooooooooooooooooo! Nooooooooooooooooooo!” Scott wailed in an annoyingly high-pitched girly voice, as the elves hacked him to death with spoons. Slowly. And painfully. Scott didn’t even bother to try to fight them off.
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