Object Mayhem Characters Novels & Stories

hu hu. A boy about 11 years old was trying to hold on to a mustache man. He kicked the boy's body hard with his foot, causing the boy to fall to the street, and then he ruthlessly used the soles of his spiked shoes to press on the boy's face. He said fiercely: "Your sister has been sold by us, if you want to live, get out of here quickly, otherwise your end will be worse than your sister's!" He spoke threateningly as he spoke, but the boy was too young to understand what he was saying. He cried louder, held on harder, and shouted louder: "I don't care what the tragedy is, please return my sister to me. I want to play Halloween with my sister! Hu hu!"

He needed the mech's help to recover from his facial injuries, and he also had to be merged with his mech to contact Olaf. Outside the camp, Malcolm merged with his mech. After merging, Malcolm immediately contacted Olaf. "Hello, Olaf? It's Malcolm." "What do you want?" Olaf sounded very impatient. "Olaf, a powerful Hexian man has suddenly appeared. We don't know where he came from. He's already killed many people in our camp, including our camp's officer, Ian Stone."

Everyone in the crowd just stood there staring. “What is going on here!” He roared. “Nothing Alpha!” The men said in unison. “I think you owe the birthday girl an apology! Where is the birthday girl?!” Alpha genesis yelled looking around. I tried to speak up, but I couldn’t move. I just watched as everyone pointed towards me. The Alpha smiled while walking my way. He was huge! He was dressed in nice jeans, a black button down shirt, that was clearly perfect for showing off his huge muscles. His biceps were the size of my head at least!

Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude. Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!" [It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]

Jenatrix gritted her teeth a little when Charles asked her more questions. “Who’s Princess Death Row? Is she human? Why is she sending her men to destroy our planet? What is she trying to do? What do you do for her?” Charles stopped with his questions when Jenatrix looked up at him with a severe glow in her eyes. She hissed at him like a snake, stopping him from talking.

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

“Don’t madhouses usually have those lovely jackets that let you hug yourself?” “I’m afraid we’re fresh out. Seems like the shipment is always getting lost.” Alyce joined in. “May-hem maybe have something to do with that?” He asked. “More likely Chaos. He’s always up to no good.” “Mmm, that makes sense.” We waited for Mat and Kami to return with enough junk food to make someone sick from the sugar. “We heard that.” Kami huffed. “Don’t mind her, she was laughing until she realized she’s Destruction. We can call her Des, for short.” Mat cackled, narrowly dodging the back of skittles Kami threw at his head.