Date Night

Part 3 - FINAL

Stelle awoke to the caramelldansen ringtone of her phone. She must've fallen asleep while waiting for Eliza's dinner with Rocky to be over. What was taking them so long anyways?

"Hello?" she grogged, putting the phone up to her ear.

"STELLE HELLP, ROCKY FRUM PAW PATROL WAS ACCTUALLY A DEMON WHO WANTS 2 VORE ME!,!,! PLS STELLE HELP HES GUNNA EAT M-"

Stelle was already out of the car. She raced towards the Taco Bell doors, with her trusty water gun that supposedly kills people because this has to be PG-13 under her arms. She had to get there quick, not really because she was concerned about her girlfriend's wellbeing but because she might miss her chance to kill Rocky from Paw Patrol! That wretched little creature had been the source of all of her suffering over the last few hours and Stelle was thirsty for blood.

Stelle threw the entrance doors open, revealing to her eyes what Rocky had become. She aimed her pistol at the beast's head and.... BANG! A direct hit!

"THAT'S what you get for ruining date night!" Stelle shouted as she spat and Fornite-danced on Demon Rocky's corpse.

Eliza ran from the other side of the restaurant floor to wrap Stelle in a hug, "STELLE!! I'm so sorry I let him wrec our date night! Pls forgive me (>_<)! If I cud do it all over again, eye never would've entered that dumb raffle!!"

"Maybe we could still have date night."

"Without the Sonic curry? :(((" Eliza pouted, "it's not really date night if ur poop isn't blue afterwards."

Stelle smiled smugly and pulled her hand out of her front hoodie pocket to reveal a sealed Ziploc bag full of a blue chunky liquid.

"BABE!!!! u shouldn't have!" Eliza growled.

And so date night was back on! The young couple enjoyed the serene liminal ambience of an empty Taco Bell at 2:00AM as they sat slurping their blue curry and cutely munching on Demon Rocky the mongrel's now decaying carcass.

love wins ❤️