Regular Show Gun Novels & Stories

"Tex! Stop! Use your brain, man! We don't know why he is here yet!" Tex didn't listen. He kept moving like a machine, his hand sliding the gun a half-inch out of its leather holster, his eyes locked onto Giordano’s chest. The guests near the chocolate fountain scrambled out of his way, terrified by the sudden wave of violence rolling off the stiff-suited doctor.

He aims and pulls the trigger. *************************************************************

"Wait, everyone, don't leave yet. The underground armory's got fresh Colt revolvers. New gear for everyone tonight." They stopped. Turned back. And I finally got to deliver the lines I'd been rehearsing all night, my whole body trembling with the thrill of it. In front of all those eyes, I threw open the doors and let them see the gun crates stacked in the living room. Then I squeezed out a tear or two and let my voice crack. "Oh, and by the way, I never made Veronica miscarry."

I said turning towards his direction. “Pleasure to meet you Noah.” He said nodding towards my son. “Wow. Do you have a gun?” Noah asked. “Noah!” I exclaimed laughing. I expected him to say ‘thank you’ not ask for a gun. “It's ok Ivy.” Gabe replied laughing as well. “Yes, I do have a gun.” “Can I play with it?” Noah asked an awe in his voice that reflected on his face. “Sorry pal. It's government property. I won't want you hurting yourself or your mommy okay?”

I put on black skinny jeans, with a purple crop top and headed out the door. ⤝⤞ "Thank you, sir, I hope you are happy with your purchase. Please make sure to clean your gun regularly and come back within the next seven days should you not be happy with the product." I hand the old gentleman his gun in the custom gun case as he makes his way out. I walk to the back to go make myself when the door opens again, I groan softly screaming that I'd be right out in a second. When I finish making the coffee I make my way to the front not focussing on the gentlemen waiting to be helped.

There are still a few unattended windows that are leaving us exposed. "Why the fuck do they have to build a hall with such a ridiculous number of Windows?" I mutter. "Beats me," Besha replies. “You have a gun?" I ask him since most people were scanned and stuff like guns labelled and taken away from them before they were allowed into the party. Besha tilts a shotgun forward. "Got it from that super hero over there." He points to another wounded soldier. "I'll take Left,” I tell him. He nods, “I’ll take the right.”

Slightly more on one side, but still very much in the bulls-eye circle. He taps me on my shoulder, and I look round to him. He takes his defenders off, making me do the same. “So that’s how you shoot when you’re not so good?” He asks suspiciously. “I guess so, Mr. Reid.” I retort coolly, putting the shotgun back on the table. “Where did you learn?” “Oh you know, out and about.” I say, waving my hand dismissively, ignoring how he steps closer to me. He reaches onto the table. And picks up the machine gun.

"I see you know a lot, dear cousin. So you do understand it now, don't you? I have to kill you." I did not like the wild look in his eyes. My heart suddenly jumped in fright when he pulled out a shiny object from his pocket. My breath got caught in my throat when I realized what it was. A gun. He pointed the gun towards me. "This is going to be the last minute of your life, Evelyn White. Say goodbye to your body. You'll be reuniting with your family soon enough." "Is that RXJ 92? The latest model roblox gun?" I asked, referring to the gun in his hand.

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER SEVEN MARIA PAUL'S POV ********************************* I got home after a long day sorting books, amongst others. The bookshop needed some cleaning and i was ready to the task. I stared at the envelope given to me by miss debbie and to be honest am between crossroads. I dont know what to do or to say, am scared of attending public events but should i let peter control how i function forever? A tear slipped from my eye, my life has been tiring and most times i think of ending it all. But i can't be that selfish, how would my parents heal from the indelible wound i might have caused in their poor weary hearts.

The video disappeared and next a picture of Ice's gun came out. "This is the Mossberg 930 Snow Goose shotgun. The techniques on how to use this gun are easy, but the skill you should always remember, the gun you hold has Three skills." Said the Admiral and took out a picture. "First, it's like you're only using a normal soldier's gun because it comes out with ordinary ammunition." Admiral said and took the gun from Ice and had what was done to be two a shotgun he was holding. "Second, you can make two of these guns and the bullet that comes out of it is mixed with poisonous poison." The admiral said and re -symbolized the gun and it became a big gun that looked like a war gun.