Gragghhhh!
Ughhhhhhh!
*Crunch* *crunch* *munch*
Harry(not Harry Potter) laid on the ground, his body being devoured by zombies, they painfully tore apart his body but no scream came as they had already bitten off his voice box and throat, he could only make gurgling noises.
Being eaten alive was very very painful for Harry, probably the most painful thing he had ever experienced.
Damn, this sucks, dying to zombies.
Harry thought to himself as his consciousness finally slipped away as he finally died.....
"Wake up!"
A voice screamed into Harry's ears, making Harry jolt up from his bed, opening his eyes as he looked around, he remembered being eaten by zombies, the sensation was all to real to be just a dream. And what was that insufferable voice calling to him?
"First of all, my voice is not insufferable you maidenless wimp."
Harry was confused as to where this voice was coming from.
"Look up idiot."
Harry looked up and immediately died from shock. Then darkness.
"Oh my god! Seriously!? Wake up!"
Harry sat up on his bed again, his eyes wide opened, he clearly remembered dying from shock.
"Who are you?"
Harry asked, looking up again and immediately shitting and pissing his pants.
"😐"
The being looked so disappointed, the being waves his hand and the piss and poo was immediately cleaned, the smell and stain gone as if Harry never shat himself.
"You are an absolute coward."
The being said, Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Have you looked at yourself in a mirror, you look horrendous!"
A mirror materialized infront of the figure's face. The being simply nodded his head.
"Damn, you have a point."
The being after seeing his own hideous quickly agreed with Harry, he was horrendous, ugly, disfigured, etc.
"Shaming me for my looks, how racist!"
Harry's mouth was agape.
"Racist!? I don't even know what you are!"
"Exactly! Racist!"
"That's presumptuous!"
"Don't you dare use words whose spellings I have to look up!"
"What are you even talking about???"
"Man, shut up!"
The being waves his hand, absolutely obliterating Harry.
Harry immediately sat up in his bed again, the house and bed was somehow intact. And the pain was real.
"Ow, that hurts! Why did you kill me?"
Harry asked the being, clearly angry for being killed like that.
"I apologise for destroying your pathetic ass."
Harry gritted his teeth.
"Who even are you?"
The being's face froze for a second as if suddenly realising something.
"Ah, I completely forgot, I am here to tell you that-"
The being suddenly grows a brown beard and moustache.
"You are a wizard Harry."
"A wizard?"
"Yes, a wizard, you have magic and shit."
Harry's brain was stuck processing that info.
"You mean I can cast spells?"
The being nodded his head.
"As a wizard you can do any-"
"FIREBALL!!"
A massive fireball appeared, exploding in a fiery explosion, leveling the entire country.
Harry immediately sat up in his bed again, looking around and seeing everything intact, then his gaze turned towards the being, as if blaming them for everything.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You said I was a wizard!"
"Didn't you just fireball?"
"Yeah, I want to be a wizard not a suicide bomber!"
"What's the difference?"
Harry opened his mouth but could not find any words to retort with.
"You know what? Testicular Torsion!"
The being was unfazed.
"I have no testicles."
"Wait, you are a girl?"
"No, I am a ligma."
"What the hell is ligma?"
"Ligma nu-"
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TO BE CONTINUED