Creepy Pasta

Once upon a time, on a bright, sunny day, there lived a Jammer in a land called Jamaa. His name was Count Thestar, and he was happy-go-lucky type of jammer, always have been too.

He would always have his bright and shiny green tail armor on, to go with his green fancy top hat.

He was a tiger, and down his back he wore a green worn blanket which USED to be whole and had no tears, but after years of fun it had been worn down.

Count grinned as he made his way to his favorite restaurant, because it was nearly noon and he wanted his favorite lunch, pasta.

As he approached the door, Count noticed a note on it. "Help wanted!" It read. Count was excited, because, being good friends with the employees that work there already, he might have a chance for a new friend as well!

He opened the door, to be greeted by the smells of soup and noodles, slushies, smoothies, juice and the cocoa fountain the restaurant had in the middle of the dining area. Count smiled as he walked up to the counter.

"Hey Mr. Thestar Pasta Nose!" One of the chefs joked from the kitchen. "Hey Miss Arcticclaw Pots n pans!" Count joked back as the fox smiled, giggling as she stirred a pot of tomato soup.

"The usual, lil buddy?" A polar bear said,  picking up a pot. "You betcha, Skippy!" Count replied, smiling.

TBC. Wip