Roblox Piggy Fanart Novels & Stories

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Valerie explained guiltily, "I just grabbed a box at random and left. I didn't check the colors when I bought it." After examining the three pigments, Julian suggested, "We can use these pigments to make a Kung Fu Panda, the dog from Snoopy, and an impostor from Among Us. Let's put it together in cosplay and put on a show." However, Julian's proposed characters weren't used in the end. When they made their entrance, they portrayed three "masked warriors". They painted dark-colored lines on their faces that made them nearly indistinguishable. Then, they added red and white to craft a powerful and striking appearance.

I grab two cups, filling one with whatever punch someone made and keeping the other empty for later. As I'm turning away, someone taps my arm. "Excuse me?" I turn to find Julian's fangirl standing there - the same girl who's been showing up at every game with his jersey number plastered across her chest. Up close, she's even prettier than I thought. Bright smile, clear skin, the kind of effortless beauty that makes people look twice. "Hey," I say, forcing a polite smile even as faint irritation curls in my stomach. "You're Bryson Miller, right? From the hockey team?" She's cheerful and talkative, words coming fast.

S: [good girl. Yuri: "..." She returned to the list of messages and found "a pig". Crow: [help me apply for a new account on the hacker website.] A pig: [? What do you want a new account for?] Crow: [practice additional account.] A pig: [why do you start to make a nickname all of a sudden?]

Instead, it was an ultra-HD video. The footage was dimly lit, set against the grimy backdrop of a pigsty. Steve wore nothing but a red thong. A rough hemp rope was tied around his neck, and the other end was held firmly in Paige's hand. He crawled on all fours through the mud, emitting eerily realistic pig grunts. "Master, I'm your most loyal slave. This mud smells so good. This is what real life is." He crawled to Paige's feet and began frantically licking her toes, which were caked in pig manure.

Pigsty: sent you a Red Beryl! What? FOUR!??? CONGRATULATIONS! 🎉 PIGSTY IS NOW YOUR TOP FAN! And there was not a single comment from him. He seemed to vanish immediately after as though that was just to make a statement. My toes curled and my heart swelled. “Pigsty just upped the game once again! You're so adorable! Thank you so much! I owe you two questions!” Comments flooded in and not a single one from him. Pigsty might just be a petty, but ridiculously rich man who wanted to make a statement. It cracked me up and my curiosity had hit the roof. Just who was this person?

“This pig belongs to me. Taking it is grand larceny. I’ll call the police.” Graham’s face paled. “Fine. How much? I’ll buy it.” “Not for sale,” I replied calmly. “My son has his heart set on this pig. It’s going in the pot.” [Oh dear, Lily won’t budge! One minute left!] Graham grew desperate and offered up to 15 thousand dollars for the half-dead pig. I did not even blink. [Time’s up! He’s changing!] I watched David closely. The pig’s skin was beginning to ripple. Its front trotters were lengthening into human fingers.

"Oh my gosh, Cassandra! What the fuck, seriously? Is that really his name?" "Yeah," Crayvin answers. He clears his throat and adds, "I got a hold of the son again. I just wanted to find out any information about him, like shots and such. He said everything was current and that Piggy here was his father's baby. He, uhm, named him Piggy after his favorite movie character in The Goonies." Tarra's shoulders slump and she nods hesitantly before rising back to her feet. My eyes hold their focus on Piggy, with his dark eyes looking back at me. I didn't notice it before, but there are small gray hairs around his eyes, revealing his elderly age.

I warmly smiled at him and turned to leave, switching out of his office and mean-mugging that bitch of a receptionist on the way out. “What’s going on, girl?” Brianna asked from my passenger seat, waiting patiently like a ride or die in case shit popped off. I completely ignored her and opened the hatch on the back of the Jeep. I pulled out a fresh can of spray paint and my old softball bat and sauntered towards his gleaming BMW while I hummed a cheerful tune. I giggled while I painted ‘Micro Penis’ in bold red capitalized letters on the side of Elijah’s BMW. The funny part about this was that it wasn’t true. I could tell Elijah was packing some serious heat, even flaccid, but the passerbyer