Regular Show Gun Novels & Stories

"Are you really serious about the firework display? I thought you were just kidding me." "I'll not travel this far just to eat ice cream while sitting, woman." "Okay." Sandra said laughing. Denver just surrounded him. When they finished the ice cream, Sandra pulled Denver to the party. "Do you know how to hold a gun?" They were both standing in the stall. There was a old lady there. "I can but I won't play." "Tsk. I'm just asking if you know. How much for this game?" "50 cents for ten bullets." Denver frowned.

Leo's brow twitched as her hand brushed his shoulder. He pulled his gun and pressed it to her forehead. "One more word against our principessa, and I'll blow your damn head off. You and your precious brother are both dying today." Jella froze. Shaking. The muzzle dug in. "Zeke!" she shrieked. "Are you seriously just gonna stand there?!" But Zeke didn't move. He just stared at the gun in Leo's hand—silver, engraved. An eagle on the grip. The Accardi crest.

“Ever done target shooting before?” “No. Unless darts count.” “Well,” Reed says, amused, “this will be fun.” Evren steps aside and gestures for me to take his spot, lining me up with one of the targets. There are several of them spaced out ahead. They are mannequins with circular marks in the chest already riddled with holes. He takes a headphone and carefully places it over my head enough to cover my ears. I swallow and lift the gun. “So I just shoot that thing?” I ask, trying to sound cool.

The road is a bit forested to look at. I gulp. Nothing else enters my mind but wrong turn the movie that Arthur, Josh and I watched back then. I just watched the sex scenes in the movie but I still see the scenes where people are getting killed then their flesh are eaten. Terrible. I haven't eaten for a few days because of that. Fuck to Josh and Arthur. They said we were watching bold then the wrong turn was shown on the screen. I clung to Miggy's arm in no time. He turns his gaze to look at me and when he saw the fear drew in my face, he laughs.

"Now we wait for our real target." He stood back and scratched his head with the barrel of the gun. As he raised it, something was odd. Off. The movie scene from her dream played in her mind. Vinnie Jones telling the three guys that while their guns had the words 'replica' on the side, his had 'Desert Eagle 0.5.' 'It's not real,' she realised. She wasn't sure how, but she knew it. Knew it in her bones. 'That gun is a replica.'

I sniff, “Kelly would never do this.” “Right now’s not really the time, especially with most of traps out. Why did we go digital again?” Jazz sighs, her hand dipping into her bag, she searches for something and pulls out a hand gun. I turn to Jesse, his eyes are different. Narrow, calculating. Different from the man I know, but familiar. “There, it’s not a rifle, too close for that. A magnum 3.0 And I can’t tell where the others are hiding.” Jesse hisses.

Gunshot. Directly at me.

He removes the magazine to check it and it has three bullets. “Well, not bad if you’re a sharp shooter.” He removes the bullets and cocks it and aimed the gun at Tradd who didn’t know he had removed all the bullets already. But Tradd just looked at him and didn’t even flinch when he pulled the trigger. It released a tick-off sound. He nods twice to acknowledge that the handgun indeed functions well. He tucks it in on the side of his pants. Andrik picks up two different kinds of knives. While Tradd picked up a pair of arnis.He glances at everyone who now had pick their chosen weapons. He’s an expert at using any kind of weapon but he’s not in the mood to see blood today.

Sonu took the plastic gun and stood on the shooting spot, he looked at everyone and started feeling nervous, after a few seconds he calmed himself, he raised his hand and shot three times. "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" He scored 2, 3, 0 total of 5, everyone clapped for him. Shivam went to him and took the gun from his hand, Sonu apologized to him "I'm sorry, I couldn't score more than this." Shivam smiled and said arrogantly "Don't worry, you did well, even if I didn't score a single, we will win.." Sonu shook his head helplessly and stood behind everyone.

Essence shook her arms and flexed her hands, then she held the shotgun at the ready. “PULL!” She yelled and the sand plates shot out of the machine so fast no one even seen them when they left the machine. Essence shot two of the sand plates down quickly, then she dropped the shotgun and Kymoni tossed her hand gun to Essence who caught it and shot the last three out of the air. The crowd was deathly silent, watching the exchange between Kymoni and Essence and went absolutely insane when Essence shot the last three from the air. It took a full five minutes for the announcer to get the crowd calm enough for him to ask Essence what she was going to do with Jazz. Jazz looked like a sad wet dog s