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

chapter throe

Shrek had been waiting for days, waiting for a second letter from his dream girl, but that letter hadnt come yet, and he was feeling more depressed than usual. Maybe it was all a joke? "No. It couldnt have been," Shrek reassured himself, "But why would she, of all people, reach out to me, a literal ogre?"

"Maybe im dreaming," he thought a few minutes later. He pinched himself, "Ouch!" Yup, this was real.

*knock knock* "Uhm, a le-"

Shrek ran to the door so fast that guy could finish his sentence, and snatched the yellow envelope out of his hands. He stared at it for a while, thinking of what it might say, before chasing the guy out of his swamp.

Shrek slowly opened the envelope, trying not to rip it, and took out the small lined page.

Dear Shrek,

Hey again! I'm glad you got my letter :)

So, i was thinking, why don't we meet up at my house?

It's at ■■ ■■■■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■■■■■ :)

From Cryptic