The last roni standing

Macadeadly

In the beginning, there was a bowl. Unbeknownst to the bowl, it would soon be home to hundreds of macaronizens.

In the place known as the freezer, teen!macaroni Starla and teen!macaroni Jenny were huddled close in the cheese package. They're budding relationship was forbiden, as they knew, because of the law. All macarnoiis had to be in different macagender relationships in order to produce macababies. being two female macaroniis, they would be shunned.

they did not care.

"Jenny," Starla started, shivering. "We might die before we get out of here. S-s o i just w-wanted you to know-"

"No." jenny shook her...whole body, cause, ya know, macaroni. "don't."

"I love you."

oh.

oh my god.

"You're so stupid." Jenny sighed. "Ugh. we're gonna die and now is when you choose to confess your love to me. you're so god damn cliche, dude, i can't with you right now."

"Shut up!" Starla growled. "A confession now is better than none at all! At least now youll die knowing i love you, you fucking nerd."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"No, but I'll kiss you!"

"oh...okay." and so they kissed. If they were human, the kiss would most likely involve tongue. but they weren't, so it was just a kind of awkward face (???) rubbing thing. Still, none the less, it was great.

"I think i can die now." Starla mumbled.

"Oh, no no. Dying is for the weak, babe. We gonna live." Jenny grabbed her macagirlfriend and started towards the opening of the bag.

"Are you crazy?! we'll never survive without the rest of the colony! We can't leave."

"Half the colony is literally fucking dead, bro, its not gonna matter. the goal is to be eaten, right? Highest level of macahonor or whatever? We're not gonna go out like that if we don't get out of here." Starla stared incredulously at her.

"You're serious."

"Macadeadly."