Backstabber

@ozzy_manueldiaz:

Just when Jason thought things could not get any worse, a crowd of on-lookers began to form outside the car window. It was so distracting that Jason could no longer worry about getting the Hell away, but how to get those freaking jerks from looking at him. In a rare state for Backstabber, a level of confidence washed over him and in that briefest of moments, he knew just what to do. With the on-lookers staring and gawking at him, Jason simply raised his 9mm from it’s holster and tapped the barrel against the window while smirking, “You want a piece of this!?!” Immediately, the crowd ran away, leaving Jason in a proud moment, after which he just had to comment to Ozzy “Winning” with no idea that the on-lookers were now calling the Cops. But without a clue, Jason, still riding his high, immediately went back to trying to hit the gas pedal from his side, not out of fear, but with the idea he might be able to run down some of the on-lookers that pissed him off earlier. It was then Ozzy, fed up with the Backstabber’s antics, shouted out “We are not doing this now!” as he proceeded to shove Jason back to his side of the car.

With a quick recap of the situation, covering both why the two of them were there and what they needed to do next, Ozzy made it clear the significance of their mission and the importance of Backstabber’s assistance. But in true Backstabber fashion, Jason had already zoned the man out and instead let his mind wander to the small amount of coke he had back at his apartment. It was then a sense of perversion filled the air, like a young Jedi sensing the force and like a bolt of lightening Jason’s mind snapped back to attention. For as he turned his head to look upon Ozzy, the foreigner was dangling between his fingers a pair of Julie’s panties, moist and glistening. Knowing he now had Jason’s full attention, without skipping a beat Ozzy informed him, “I don’t know what got into you but get back into the game, man. We need a plan,” suggesting again that they must find a way to see Red, prove she is getting a tramp stamp tattoo, only to save the world and perhaps the multiverse. But as Backstabber was more instinct than intelligence, after a minute or two of silence, immediately perked up and yelled, “I got it. We simply go out to the nearest pet store and buy, (he coughs) I mean you buy, several tiny white m……..”

In mid sentence Ozzy interrupted, and for whatever reason could not listen to any more of Jason’s idiotic nonsense. Knowing Jason as well as he did, Ozzy knew just what to say to the fool to keep him going. Therefor, once again playing off the man’s infinite perversion, offered to share with him the memory of ‘a moment with an Amazon named Ven’ in exchange for not freaking out when he reads from Julie’s diary! Taking only the briefest of seconds to deliberate between the two fates, Jason boldly declares, “Alright, I won’t freak out or run away. But I want Julie’s panties as part of the deal!” With no time to waste, for whatever reason he choose, Ozzy flipped through the diary in seconds, as Jason sunk deeper into his seat, still frightened as he knew Julie was in the area. It was then, right after gently placing the book back down upon his left side that Ozzy grinned at Jason with a look of pure joy and fulfillment, then slowly rested his head back upon his seat. Then without any explanation, just as Jason was about to say something sexist, Ozzy’s body began to go stiff, then straight into convulsions. In a full blown seizure Ozzy shook violently, almost breaking his seat belt in the process, with his arms flaying around. Then just as quickly as it started, he began spouting off what seemed nonsense, that Jason soon realize was stories, erotic stories, from Julie’s diary!

Just as soon as Jason heard words like “Oi-oi-oil. Ba-ba-bikinis” and “Belly shots, and Swedish twins” he was sporting an erection again, that shot up tall and proud. His only desire now was to hear more. Unfortunately Ozzy was still having a seizure and as such was unable to speak in clear sentences. But in true Backstabber fashion, Jason couldn’t care less about the foreigners health and instead choose to retrieve the diary for himself. Carefully, Jason began to reach across Ozzy to his far side where he left the book, only to get struck in the face by a violently aggressive slap from Ozzy’s right hand. Immediately, Jason nose bleed as it the strike broke it clean through, forcing Jason to flail around as aggressively as Oz. But this time in pain. Seconds later after his healing factor kicked in, Jason was back at it again, but this time as he reached across, he was countered with two jabs to the face and one painful blow to the groin! Again, seconds later after a minute or two of swearing and cursing like a sailor, Jason conceded on getting the diary until Ozzy stopped shaking. With no medical knowledge whatsoever, he delved back to the only medicine he knew, CPR lessons, specifically mouth to mouth. In a regretful state of mind, he opened his mouth as wide as it could be, then moved in slowly to place his mouth firmly over Ozzy’s. For no other reason than to either get that diary, Julie’s panties or that sweet sweet memory of Ven! But either way, the only thing Ozzy would see would be Jason’s flopping tongue moving ever so closer to his.

@ozzy_manueldiaz: @decibelle_:

Jason hung there like a fool, with his feet dangling and screaming like a little girl. The wood from the window was now hiking his underwear so far up his a$$ that he was tasting brown stained cotton. The more he shook the tighter his wedgie would be. The only reason he didn’t free himself with his power over trajectories, was that he was so far in a state of panic to focus. Lucky for him, like a gift from the Gods, Ozzy ran out into the yard below him ready to help. Again like a little girl Jason screamed, “Get me down!” when all of a sudden Ozzy raised up his phone and began taking pictures. Immediately, Jason flipped him the bird as he continued to struggle, even swearing out more curse words than were known in the English language. Eventually, Ozzy put down the phone, and perhaps stopped laughing, as he looked around for anything to throw, in the hope of dislodging Jason and letting him loose. But in the world of Backstabber, the only thing Ozzy could find to throw was an assortment of small but jagged rocks, laying out across the lawn.

For some unknown reason, Ozzy did not have the best of aim, and Jason was too unhinged to help, therefore it took several tries for Ozzy to set Backstabber free. Ozzy’s first attempt was low, hitting Jason right in the balls, to which Jason let out a scream of epic proportion, followed by more vulgarity and a few tears. The second was high, hitting Jason in the head, where it bleed for a second or two before his advanced healing factor kicked in and healed the wound. The next four were off as well hitting him all over, in random places, each followed with more vulgarity. It was then Ozzy hit the mark, and with one hurl, sent Jason falling three stories to the soft groomed lawn below, where Jason fell hard and fast right upon his face. But by then Ozzy was already running towards his car shouting “Hurry up!” as Jason was slowly rising to his feet. It was at this point, unfortunately, as he rose, he couldn’t help but notice that the wedgie had in fact ripped his pockets in half, and had let loose all of Julie’s panties that he had so meticulously collected. But with the alarms blaring off from all sides, and neighbors slowly peering out their bedroom windows, Jason did not have the time to collect them back up and make his way to the safety of Ozzy’s car.

Regretfully, he had to leave them all behind, confident that he could collect them all later and proud in the fact he was saving his own a$$. Like a track runner he darted across the pantie filled lawn straight to the car, only to have a nightmare of a situation trying to open the door. It was like one of those games of car tag, where Ozzy was unlocking the door by the automatic switch on his side, while Jason was trying to open it by the door handle just outside. For what seemed like an eternity of Hell Jason would pull the handle just as Ozzy would flip the switch, in effect locking him out every time until both of them were yelling at the other, “No you let go and I’ll flip the switch!” Eventually Jason got into the car, but as luck would have it, with the large tear in the back of his red trade mark suit, his bare bottom sat down upon the hot leather of Ozzy’s seat, sending new levels of pain surging up from his rear. But none of that mattered as much, as when both Jason and Ozzy saw Julie McConnell pulling up and even stepping out of her overly priced expensive car. Not knowing if she had seen them, Jason immediately began shouting, “GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” while trying to slam on the gas peddle from his side. His face was now in a state of panic as all he could think of was what Big Red would do if she caught them!

@decibelle_: @ozzy_manueldiaz:

Jason thought he had reached a new level of fear, but that was yet to come. The diary in his hand was his doom and he knew it. Should Red find out he had placed his hands on her sacred book, the level of pain and destruction she would reign down upon him would be legendary. Already Jason’s butt puckered up as his ball shrunk three times their normal size and his hands trembled in fear. With great force he hurled the diary across the room while yelling “We need to getthe ‘F’ outof here!” Whether or not Ozzy heard, Jason was already heading towards the door, with no plans to ever look back, hoping and praying he could just leave before anything else could happen, when he could have sworn he heard someone creeping around in the shadows. By instinct alone, Jason was about to reach for his gun, despite the fact it was unloaded, when suddenly it happened, Jason had reached a new level of uncharted fear. Unaware he was under the effects of Decibelle’s infrasound, his heart began to beat so fast it was about to burst out of his chest.

Immediately, a brown stain formed at the back of his pants, as a trail of liquid poo dripped down the sides. Like a pinball he began running around the room in a panic state knocking over Red’s belongings, including her antique bed time stand that crashed into a million pieces. But just when he thought it could not get any worse, the room began to take on a dreadful look about it. Before he knew it, images of Julie began to flicker on and off around the room, each with a spiteful look upon her face. One second she would appear next to her bed, the second she was standing over by the door. But where ever she appeared, Jason could see she was about to kill him. By now Jason was a quivering mess, with every bone inside him shaking in fear. He was so terrified he could not get the words out, “It wasOzzy that made me do it” and instead mumbled, “Fozzy made me glue bits!” But none of that mattered as he was to terrified to even move, and instead cowered in the corner in a pool of his own tears and feces, mouthing the words, “please don’tkill me!” as he was to scared to even speak. It was at that point the only thing that could make it worse, other than Julie actually being there, was he heard a voice echoing in his ear, with two little words that chilled him to the bone, …….."Get out!"

By now getting out was all he could think about, above anything else. It was no longer a matter of how to get out, but how fast he could get out. With one big burst of energy, he jumped from the floor to the bed room window, the same one he spied upon Julie time and time before, and in one cowardly move, he leaped through it. Leading with his hands over his face, he smashed through the glass showering the lawn outside with shards, as the wood frame splintered in two. But in true Backstabber fashion, instead of landing in a perfect three points stance with the aid of his mutant powers, his fall came to an abrupt halt as a piece of wood paneling, managed to snare him by the seat of his pants. Like a fool he hung outside the window with a wedgie of epic proportion, so tight that he started to bleed, all the while still screaming in fear, over pain. Time and time again he would struggle to get free, shaking like a marionette, when all of a sudden every alarm in the area went off at the same time. Immediately, the apartments flood lights came on, illuminating Jason in all his glory. But by now Decibelle’s infrasound was slowly wearing off, and with what little gumption Jason had left, he immediately began to shout to Ozzy for help, but with every vulgarity he could think of!

I am #1, when I go #2

Forgive, then ask for an autograph if I am still standing.

Your neighbor, parties every night. and in effect keeps you up all night.

Turn on

Is an obsessive neat freak

and not a single 'F' was given!!

to broad of a genre to choose,

the grossness of finding a cockroach running across your floor.

Will Blink

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