PD Fun Fiction

 

He woke up from his sleep. Another day in this cursed, disgusting cell. The door opened and the guard pointed his gun at him. -”Move!” -”Ok ok!” He started walking, guards in front of him and behind him. It was a strange, enigmatic base. He climbed some stairs and walked some more. Suddenly, in the distance, He started noticing a big, red chair. A cute, slightly overweight white Persian cat was on it. Someone was stroking it. These however weren’t human hands. They looked almost as if they belonged to a primate. He hadn’t seen him, yet he could feel it, it was him. Suddenly the chair turned around. There he was… -”Agent Croco, allow me to introduce myself… The name’s Monke, Comrade Monke, I am the leader of this fine organization.” -”You call this a fine organization? This is a terrorist organization!” -”Guess we’ll just agree to disagree, then…” Born on September 19 of an unknown year, in an unknown country, Monke participated in the bolshevik revolution and was close friends with Fe...