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The Story Of Blonde Satan

Okay everyone, it's Makayla! (Or better known as TARDIStant)! And I am here to tell you the story of a horrifying creature who literally haunts my dreams every night.

Call it watching too much Hell's Kitchen, or whatever you want, but Blonde Satan started out as a totally innocent dream about *sighs dreamily* Gordon Ramsay.

Yes, you heard me right. The famous almost fifty year old chef who yells and curses everyone out.

So, as I was saying before, it started out so innocently.  There was a hole in my floor, and being the overly curious being I am, I jumped in.

There he stood, in all his blonde glory. But then right before my eyes he began to sprout a Devil's tail, and horns. He also wielded a trident. He laughed and strode towards me, trident pointed as though he were going to kill me...

I think I've told this story before, so I'll skip the part where the giant pair of eyebrows comes and saves me but then kills me and...yeah.

So anyway, I meet back up with him and he is now fully Satan. The only indication that he was indeed once Ramsay is his signature blonde hair. The image in my head...it was so creepy.

It may sound funny but it's really not. He scares me to death now. Cheyenne thinks it is funny to call him the spawn of Moffat, and I am the spawn of Blonde Satan. I am always whining "No I don't wanna be the creepy devil thing's child!", but she never listens.

And that, my friends, is where blonde Satan was born.

Also I would like to clarify that the whole " I have a crush on Ramsay" thing was just a misunderstanding with my own brain. I look to him as more of an idol than I look to him in the way I thought I did.

So yeah. Sorry for not updating. I luvs you guys, and would like to thank you for all the reads on my books.

Byehhhh!

Makayla