After getting out of his onion scent trance, I looked around the town; I should buy a new dress! I headed to the tailor and began to look at all the dresses. None of these dresses/suit are good enough for Shrek. Right as I turned around to leave, a dress/suit caught my eye. It was subtly onion themed. I got it, paid, and left.
I went to the perfume shop, but they didn't sell any onion scented spray; I just decided to go home. I crawled into my bath tub full of mud and rubbed a sliced onion on myself to get that needed onion scent. I stepped out of the tub and wiped the mud off with my scrungly, mud and dirt coated towel. I put the dress on, and I rubbed more onions on myself. I left and waited outside for Shrek. I knew he'd be able to find me.
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Say You're my BAKA.
DiversosA Shrek x Reader story. Is this the start of something beautiful? I probably should've specified A LONG TIME AGO that this is, in fact, a joke.