That One Mitchika Fanfic

We got a car!!!! Sadly it's not a Lamborghini tho :(

6:40. It was now... 6:40. The levels of anxiety spreading through Weeby were incomprehensible. The two of them had been looking for a car for a whole 20 MINUTES! For over half their time, they had been searching for a car and they still hadn't found one! If they didn't soon, MITCH WOULD DIE! And I guess them but what about MITCH! Best boy Mitch! So, obviously, Weeby was feeling anxious. But Mitchika, being the girl boss she was, still felt confident. She absolutely knew she could girl boss her way through whatever the remnants threw at her. She defeated the swordsman and that woman. If she could defeat them, they'd be find. However, she still did feel a bit annoyed that they weren't finding any cars. So, to stop Weeby's pickiness, she did the least annoying thing she could.

"Bitch, can we get that one?," Mitchika asked in a Kizuna like voice.

"Mitchika, no, gas is leaking out of that one...," Weeby responded, getting pissed off. She thought they'd get along! Actually no, she thought at the very least she wouldn't basically have to deal with a child. After all, they were both going to save best boy Mitch. But no! They were at each other's throats. Mitchika literally refused to be rational. At this rate, they'd get killed and not save Mitch! So yeah, she was a bit annoyed to say the very least. And Mitchika's constant asking of "OMG can we like, get that car UwU?" was not helping in the slightest.

"Well what about that one?," Mitchika then pointed at a car that had an extremely huge dent on the right side and left side.

"Mitchika, I don't even think that's drivable. Actually, I think it would be a miracle if we just were able to open the door."

"Can we go on that one?," Mitchika asked, now pointing to a car literally on fucking fire.

"I-," Weeby began, about to absolutely lose her shit but she stayed calm. "Just a few more days, then you never have to interact with her again besides for family meet ups," Weeby whispered under her breath.

"Bitch, if you want to tell me something, don't mumble," Mitchika retorted while waking like the bad ass bitch she was.

"Sigh... sorry Mitchika. What I meant to say is that we can't drive that one since it's on fire. If we did, we'd die."

"Wow Bitch, you're pretty picky aren't you? Why don't we drive that one."

"I AM NOT A BITCH! Okay... all the wheels are popped."

"Well why don't we just look for more wheels? Duh," Mitchika responded with her big brain.

"Wow Mitchika, that was a great idea! Let's see we have... 18 minutes now?"

"Man, you're soooooooo picky," Mitchika responded, rolling her eyes.

"And you're stu- irrational. If we want to save husbando Mitch, we have to find a good car," Weeby snapped.

"Why don't we just do that like tomorrow?"

"Honestly, I think we should at this point. We're not going to find one so we may as well hide in a random store. My plan was just to find one but at the rate we're going at, a remnant will kill us first," Weeby responded in defeat. She needed to rest. Not even physically. Just emotionally. The amount of shit she has been put through today would exhaust anyone.

"What about that car?," Mitchika changed the subject, then point at a car that was perfect. Weeby didn't look though and just put her face in her hands.

"I'm not even going to look at it. What flaws does it have? Is it heavily damaged, on fire, lost wheels, literally not a car?," Weeby said, dreading looking up

"Gosh Bitch, stop over reacting and look at the car. Duh," Mitchika responded, growing annoyed that Weeby was underestimating her genius brain. Weeby really was like everyone else.