wendy x ronald mcdonald

part one, the meeting.

Wendy x Ronald mcdonald

wendys pov

it's been years and i still can't top that red faced smiling scum bags stupid restaurant. he's been at the number one top spot in fast food all over the world since i even started my business. even with all the hip tweets ive posted on twitter roasting mcdonalds food in its entirety, i haven't even gotten a reply, no comment asking me to stop, and no email telling us to cease and assist to stop harassing them daily. until today.
so here i stand at the doors of the McDonalds headquarters, brief case in hand and one of my best outfits on. gotta look presentable when facing your biggest rival.
the large glass doors slide open and i step inside, the cool air tickling my freckled skin and blowing my bright red hair in my face. i make my way up to the front desk and ask make myself known. i can hear quiet  murmuring amidst a small group around a water a cooler, all of them every now and then passing glances at me and whispering to their buddies. i may not be the number one brand but i'm still a pretty big deal, and these people seemed quite aware.
i hear the receptionist call my name and i look up from my phone.

"wendy, mr. McDonald will see you now. hes on the top floor, office number 56".
i thank the receptionist and head through another set of doors. these ones this time leading to a hall with an elevator at the end. hitting the service button i step inside and punch my destination into the key pad. when the doors open i step through and head to then end again. the door the end of hall had a gold rim, beautiful sculpted shapes etched into its structure, some of the shapes resembling different drinks spilling into fountains and some looked more like burgers with dove wings.
i shook my head and knocked on the door
before entering the room. instantly i noticed the giant window wall in the middle of the room, seeing like most of the rooms light coming from it. second was the the large desk and office chair turned around facing the window away from me.
third was the weirdly creepy renaissance themed paintings hanging on the walls. now the paintings wouldn't be so bad if all the characters weren't replaced with pictures of the man mr. McDonald himself and all the animals painted as cows.

my attention snapped towards the chair in the centre again when a startling creek came from it. my frustration getting the best of me i opened my mouth
" after all these years why now? why now are you just asking for me? i've put so much work into what i've done and you couldn't once even send a card congratulating me?!" i snapped at him.
there was silence for a moment, no sound coming from ether of us. i made a move to open my mouth but suddenly the chair turned around, and what i saw immediately made me shut up.
in the chair there he was, but he wasn't at all what i thought he'd be. the fit, skinny, lean Ronald McDonald you see in the news and advertising wasn't the real Ronald McDonald at all. the man was heavily over weight, now there's nothing wrong with eating well but you could tell this was the kind people die from. his makeup was watery and messy all over his white, yellow, and red jumpsuit. which was, mind you, bursting at the seams. his hair was over grown and uncut.
and in his hand he held a burger box, though strangely not one of his own,,,,it was one of mine.

the site itself made me take a step back. as rude as it might sound this man looked unwell, close to death even.
my eyes were wide and my mouth was agape.

" what did you do." he asked, his voice muffled.
" what did you change? why?,,,why why why did you change?! it was perfect!!" he yelled. i looked at him then the burger in his hand. oh, that's what he meant. recently i had changed the recipe to my burger meat recipe for cost and health reasons. the different it taste was basically non existent, it would have to take an extremely refined palette to notice the difference.

by the time my train of thought had ended i had discovered the man had wheeled himself over to me, trapping me against the door where, i had too also discovered it was locked.

" change it back. change it back!!" he yelled. i took in the mans features again. had his obsession with my burgers made him like this? drivin him to the point of madness?
" i cant! it's too late!" i shouted back.

"well then i guess you can't leave then. and you won't until you turn the recipe back. "
i held my breath.
oh boy.

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