A Land of Tales and Dreams

Too Much Bubblewrap

WEEK 62

Prompt:

"Look, I'm saying I'm sorry."

"And I'm saying I don't forgive you."

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"But I said I was sorry!" she screamed.

"You think a sorry's gonna fix everything you've done?"

"No, but there's not much else I can do. If I could go back and fix it, I would."

"Well maybe you should have thought this through first, idiot!"

"But... George, I love you."

"Stop, just stop that!"

"G-George... just p-please give me one more-"

"Aurelia, leave me alone."

"Sarah was the one popping the bubblewrap, not me!"

"Why should I believe you?"

Aurelia took out her phone and played a video showing how Sarah was indeed the one popping George's precious bubblewrap art, not her. She swore she saw a tear go back into George's eyes as he sniffled.

"She knows that gave me a migraine, right?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry."

"I forgive you,"he mumbled.

"So we're friends again?"

"Of course, but I want Sarah to apologize."

"SIKE!" Sarah threw a smoke bomb and poofed. It made bubblewrap popping sounds that made George cup his head. He wanted his revenge, so he decided to call upon the Teddy Bear of Death. And so he summoned Tibbers. But Tibbers was sleeping at the moment, so he didn't pay any heed to George's summons.

"ACCIO, YOU NAUGHTY TEDDY BEAR OF DEATH!"

The brown bear grunted, but never got up.

"Magic failure," laughed Aurelia. "Never thought I'd see the day!"

George than decided to ask his old friend IT for help. IT refused. George felt betrayed by both his best friend, Tibber, and IT, so he decided to call Sarah, the most powerful witch on earth, to get his revenge. Sarah appeared, popped bubble wrap next to his ear, and vanished in a poof of soul sucking obsidian dust.

He realized Sarah was the one he actually has to fight off because of her annoying bubblewrap popping, so he tried to ask Aurelia for a truce.

"You want a what?"

"A. Truce."

She took a deep breath before replying, "Fine."

Then Rachel popped out of nowhere.

"Cupca- I mean Rachel! What are you doing here Rachel?" Aurelia's voice stumbled as she looked at her girlfriend.

"You have a girlfriend?" George asked Aurelia, his eyes wide.

"No, she's my friend who is a girl," Aurelia clarified.

"Alright. If that's what you say." George whistled.

Aurelia shot him.

"W-what? Why did you have to do—" His words hung in the air as life left his body. While his body flopped on the ground, his spirit remained visible to everyone else. Then he underwent photosynthesis. "What the—"

"Oh, I used the wrong bullet. Someone call the emergency services!" Aurelia yelled.

"No, why don't we let him die?" Rachel asked.

"I'm already dead!"

"No, you're currently turning into chlorophyll," Sarah said, rolling her eyes as she knit herself a sweater. She then took out bubblewrap and made a sweater with it, so every time she bumped into someone, it would pop.

George frantically scrambled away from her, ignoring his pain. Then, the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog in order to kick George; it hates the name George. George died: this time, for real. And the burping dragon burped again in the burpy way.

"Ew!"

The dragon went to sleep content. He really loved making others' lives miserable through his smelly burps.

Then he got shot. Sarah was holding a gun in one hand, and a nail file in the other. She then started puking, suddenly feeling sick. She realized too late that the dragon had cursed her with a painful death, so she fell on the ground and exhaled her very last breath.

Aurelia sighed at George and Sarah's bodies around her.

The janitor came in and cleaned up the mess while muttering "those damn kids" under his breath. He had a machine gun, so he shot everyone. And the whole world was dead. Except for him, so he decided maybe this is the perfect time to begin his master plan of taking over the world. But there was nothing to take over, because the world exploded. Oh well. There's always Paris, because Paris never dies according to Casablanca.

The End