Kenshi sat in his chair watching the News. Kenshi's father was Russian, and his Mother was Scottish. He was always looked at as a Mary sue, or Gary Stu, or whatever the hell you call it, because of his use of telekinesis and very, very bad teleportation. Anyway, He's sitting in his house watching the television. The Reporter then said, "The infamous Jeff the Killer has killed another victim. He was shot 3999 times in the face but wasn't fazed." Kenshi stared at the screen as a stirring of hatred filled his gut. His head filled with rage, why was he so quick to become a crazy, rage-fueled, Mary sue killing psychopath? Mild Schizophrenia. He lifted his sword and envisioned himself in Jeff's house (Because he's got a house, I guess) and gripped the handle of his sword harder and harder. He opened his eyes and he was in a desert. "God Damnit! Every time! I always end up in the motherfucking desert." Kenshi said staring at the sand blowing in the wind. "Well, at least I know somebody else is here" He said sticking his sword into the ground and lifting his hands in the air. Suddenly a skeleton rose from the ground and developed organs muscle and flesh.
"Hey" Kenshi said awkwardly
"Hi" The now fully formed man said back
"So...Is this, like-"
"Hellraiser?"
"Yeah"
"Kind of"
"So, do you know what's around here?"
"Sand, sand and more fucking sand." The Man said putting his hands in front of him, mimicking a gesture of showing something grand and awe-inspiring.
"That all?"
"There's a Blockbuster Video and a Starbucks"
"I could go for some Starbucks"
"So could I"
They both walked to the Starbucks..........................a few minutes later.....................................
They walked out.
"That was awesome!" Kenshi said.
"Hells Yeah it was!!!" The guy said.
"And that's the story of Kenshi" Said Christopher Walken closing the book. "Join us next time when i Read Jeff the Killer" A big band played a song as the lights dimmed and the screen faded to black.