Winterberg Brain Rot

The Betrayal

Karl felt a piece of sweat rolling down his cheek. He looked at Ethan with pleading eyes. Silently begging him not to do this. This whole ordeal was not only life or death but would determine their whole relationship. Everything would fall apart if Ethan decided to make this move.

Chris, Ethan, Rose, Mia, and Karl all sat at the table in anticipation of Ethan's decision. What he does could affect them all.

"I know what I have to do, but I don't know if I have the strength to do it." He said, looking straight into Karl's eyes.

"Ethan, please. You don't have to do this. Please think of Rose. Think of everything you have to lose. Ethan, please." Karl begged. Ethan could only give Karl sad eyes as he placed the drawn four down and stated, happily, his rightful Uno. "GOD DAMN IT ETHAN I TRUSTED YOU. I FUCKEN TRUSTED YOU. You were my entire world... I thought what we had was special." Karl stood up and shouted, dramatic tears falling from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Karl. I did what had to be done. " He said, everyone around watching them like a movie. Even little five-year-old Rose had popcorn, sharing some with Chris and Mia.

"Truly, a better love story than Twilight," Chris said. Rose and Mia nodding in agreement. They watched the two banter, somehow yelling about whether the glass was half full or half empty. These two were odd ones, that's for sure.

A week later, Ethan's taste buds were nothing but cigars and limes. Karl was still mad about the deep betrayal that night. It hit him hard, but this was just petty. No matter. Two could play that game.

Karl was in the basement working on whatever when the sudden taste of something clearly uneditable hit him. It was so bad that it almost made him throw up this morning's breakfast.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT." Ethan could be heard from the kitchen. He'd laugh if he wasn't emptying his stomach in the trash.

A bit later, Ethan tasted oil.

"Sorry Buttercup. I spilled some in my mouth." He could hear from the intercom on the wall. They had them all over the house, so they didn't have to yell. He gagged again, almost throwing up again that day.

It was all sorts of things. Bitter. Sour. overly sweat. Playdough. Deodorant. Muddy water. What was with Karl and non-edible things?

I wasn't until Rose had enough. She would not sit by and watch her papa eat worms rolled in HER playdough and drizzled with mustard. She would not stand for it. This is where she draws the line.

So that's where Ethan and Karl found themselves. Sitting on the couch with a visibly upset Rosemary. Chris and Mia standing off to the side, eating popcorn.

"Truly, better drama than Riverdale," Chris said, as Mia nodded along to his statement.

When she was done, she left with the mustard-infested playdough, a distressed set of fathers, and two amazed adults with empty popcorn.

"You're going to buy her new playdough. I hope you know that. And you two, are you going to eat all my popcorn? I saw you help yourselves to three bowls." Ethan said, getting up, pointing his finger. Soon, following Rose to make her feel better about her lost play dough.