Y/N x Pringle Man

ONE-SHOT

You are walking down the grocery aisle. A Taylor Swift song is playing, which fits your mood as your boyfriend only just broke up with you. He broke your heart into 2; you thought he was the one. But here you are, in the supermarket, doing your weekly food shopping; without a boyfriend. You look through your list and your eyes rest on 'chips'. You know that these are the only thing that would never let you down. The thinly sliced potatoes were fried to perfection and seasoned with delicacy and having the perfect crunch to them. How could you decide which chips to buy? There are so many brands. While walking over, you think about what type you want. You see something on the shelves you pass the same colour as a pringles can and you decide. The thin salty chips barely tasting of potato is what you want. Are pringles even real potatoes? You don't care. Your mind is focused on one thing and one thing only; gaining the addictive chips.

You arrive at the aisle. You search high and low across the whole aisle when finally your eyes rest on the red can. The brightly coloured tube is calling to you. It looks slightly different to the others on the shelf, then it hits you. The white oval logo has brown hair parted in the middle on top of it. It has two shiny black eyes and a large, majestic brown moustache. It has a red bow showing how much of a gentleman he is. It is the pringles logo you grew up with. The logo before they changed it to the minimalistic moustached oval. The can is calling to you; you must retrieve it. You are reaching your hand out to grab it when finally your hand grasps the can firmly. The cardboard tube fit in your hand perfectly, like it was made specifically for you. Your heart skips a beat. Is this... love? No. You cannot love an inanimate object. It's wrong. You stare lovingly at the can for a few more seconds before placing it carefully in your shopping cart.

You are now at home. In the small apartment you call home, you begin to unload your shopping. You are still thinking of the chips; you crave them. You need to put all your shopping away first. You grab all your cold things and put them in the fridge, good enough. You grab the pringles can; it feels the same as it did in the store. It's made for you. You go sit down in a plush armchair that sits in your living room. You need this. These chips will heal your broken heart. Mend the broken state your ex left you in. Why did he have to break up with you? You will never forgive Chad. You look down at the can in your hand and carefully take off the plastic lid. You grab the foil; the only barrier between you and the chips. You begin to take it off and the chips are yelling at you. They are actually yelling.

"What the fuck?" You ask yourself.

This shouldn't be happening. How are the chips yelling? What's happening?

"y/n" a husky voice asks.

"Hello?" you unsurely ask.

Where is the voice coming from? did someone break into your house? Is this a cruel prank? Whats happening? In the corner if your eye you see movement.

You look down. The logo on the can. He's... moving? How? The guy in the logo Julius is moving.

"hey doll" he says.

"Hi?" you respond starstruck.

"I'm so glad you chose me,"

"You're welcome?"

"You are beautiful."

"Thank you? that's totaly not creepy by the way."

"Now" he says in his deep voice. "Can you do something for me? For me to be in my real form? For me to be in the right body, to be my true hot self."

"Uhhhh, What the hell do you mean?" You ask shocked. "You're just a logo. Youre not supposed to talk. The fuck is happening? Am I high? I haven't had anything. Have I? Fuck, fuck, fuck, whats happening."

"Can you have your little breakdown another time?" The logo asks. "Like I want to comfort you but in my current state I can't. Is it possible for you to help me and then have your breakdown so I can actually comfort you?"

"Sure." You respond contemplating everything you've done to lead up to this moment. "I'm hallusinating so what the worst that can happen?"

"Ok, fair." The pringles guy responds. "All you need to do is rub the side of the can."

"Like a genie?" you ask.

"Exactly"

You shrug, whats the worst that could happen? You begin to rub the side of the can. One, Will this dude turn into a genie? Two, Do you get three wishes? what will they be? Three, What was that?

You look up to where the whisp of white smoke that exited the can went. A man in standing in your living room. He is wearing a sharp black suit with a red bow tie but you don't take in his looks much. You break down crying. Why are you hallusinating like this? Did your break up with Chad really effect you this much? You ffeel a comforting arm wrap around your shoulders.

"It's ok," a familiar voice says. "Let it all out darling"

Your eyes feel heavy as you begin to open them. You just had the weirdest dream ever. Your face feels oily, much more than normal. You sigh knowing that as soon as you get up you need to wash your face. You take the blankeet off of you. Thats odd. When did you grab a blanket before falling asleep on your armchair? It was then you realized it wasn't a dream.

The man was lying down on your floor. He was still in the sharp suit he was wearing previously. He had brown hair and a thick mustache. His abs were just showing through his shirt. You stared at him in wonder. He was the pringles man in human form. Everything that happenend was real. He opened his eyes and smiled at you.

"Hey" He said in a deep morning voice. "Are you doing better now?"

"I..." You struggle to get the words out. "How??"

"I was trapped when the new guy came along." He responded seemingly understanding you. "I've been trapped for ages, I am forever im your debt."

"Will you be my boyfriend?" You blurt out.

"YES" he eagerly responds.

It was that day you found the one you grew old with. You lived a happy and long life with the pringles man whose name is Julius. But hey, I guess you now know pringles aren't homophobic as you are dating Julius who is the biggest queer you've ever met.