Y/n is a therapist, and by that I mean they roam around alleyways at like 12 am interrogating people about their problems until they get paid to go away or until they accidentally make the other person a CEO or a multi-millionaire. One day, y/n goes to their 5th alleyway that night. They see a literal bomb man.
"Hi I'm John Quiñones and this is What Would You Do—" Oh wait bomb boy is— well it looks like he just ripped out his vocal chords and the vocal chords of... I don't know, an orphan?
Y/n decides to walk closer to him. Because they are quirky and have no sense of danger, I guess.
Everything turned out alright, I suppose. The guy's name was Whitty, and instead of throwing a rock in your eye as usual, he bought you lemonade. Which was nice, at first you thought it was because he liked lemonade, but he probably doesn't drink, I'm not sure either. That was your favorite therapy session so far. Not only did you get free lemonade, you got a friend!
THE END
"A"/N: I know these parts are unprofessional but shhhhh. Anyways I made this when I was bored just 2 minutes during class lol
Tell me which fnf character should I write about next.
Incase you actually wanted the 😫💦💦 read my bio. Also this is satire thank you very much buddy.
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Short StoryY/n goes around alleyways at 12 am, as you do. One fine morning, two in the morning, to be exact, they run into Whitty, lemonade ensues. NOT SATIRE ;3 "S w e e t"- quotev.com/BerryJuice15268 "(I like it) Just a bit." My 7-year-old sister
