The only thing that Bebehans knew, was that he was UGLY! But, he didn't know that everyone would DIE! Bebehans was not scared, he, in fact, was not even worried! He was happy. Did I tell you? He was an introvert, so no one bothered him, he didn't bother anyone else. Yet, as much as he hated to draw attention, he also hated deaths and tragedies. He never expected any deaths because of his exposed ugliness. He never knew what gave him his ugly face, it just was inherited from his mom, well, at least he thought so. "I wish I can make myself prettier" said Bebehans. Yet, he kept thinking. His first attempt was the salon, but all the ladies threw up and ran away once he saw him. His second was doing it himself, but he even threw up himself! But one day, Bebehans saw a genie lamp. He stared at the vessel curiously. He rubbed the lamp, and a genie came out. "What can I do for yo-" the genie stopped in the middle of his sentence. "Oh boy. This is gonna be tough" he said Bebehans looked puzzled. "What? What's gonna be... Oh. Darn. Oh, it's USELESS. I want to make myself prettier." The genie looked happy. "Well! You're right, indeed! Well goodday!" Bebehans reached out his hand and cupped his hands on the genie. But, it didn't work. The genie was too fast and ghost-like for him. He sat on his bed, and wept.
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The Ugly Barnacle
Short StoryA random story made, I hope you don't die of cringe. Enjoy (or don't, I don't really care)
