The Artist and The Ex-King (a shrektic fanfic)

chatper two

*knock knock knock* "Hello?" said a familiar sounding voice with a british accent.

Shrek opened the door to see the smiling face of Wilbur Soot

"Oh, hello Wilbur! Come on in!"

They both went into Shrek's swamp hut and sat down for some tea

"So, any news from Fiona?"

"Nope. Still Nothing. But, i did get news from someone else.."

"Okay, tell me,"

Shrek swiftly pulled the letter out of his asscheeks and handed it to Wil

"Read this!"

Wilbur read the letter and his jaw dropped

"CRYPTIC?! LIKE CRYPTIC CULT?!" He asked sounding shocked and surprised.

"I THINK SO!" Shrek shouted back excitedly, "AND I WROTE BACK!"

"YOURE ONE LUCKY GUY MY FRIEND. FUCK FIONA, YOUVE GOT CRYPTIC FUCKING CULT NOW,"

They both continued talking about Cryptic until Wil had to leave to look after Fundy.

"Cya Wil,"

"Cya Shrek Cult-"

"Shut up!" Shrek said as he turned brown (cause green + red makes brown yknow)