(French Fry-chan POV)
Since 5 minutes ago I'm severely depressed. I'm French Fry-chan and I miss my fellow brethren. I miss Joe, Bob, Frenchie, Umbrella, pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, and 傾斜. But here I am in a dark space with a weird smell of meat and cheese and obesity. I miss 傾斜 the most though.
Ouch. This dark space is really bumpy. I believe I see a, a uhm HAND! I've seen those when they separated me from my fellow potato siblings HELP! Oh, it's gone yay! Ouch again! My limbs are falling apart! Oh, I see a light it's bright, and white its a crescent shape and there are little bright dots, beautiful. Oh, there's a brighter light! I can see!
"Hi who are you?" I say to the round flat thing wrapped in paper or foil, not sure.
"Meekbooger," it said. Then it screams, "AHHHHHHHHHHH THE LIGHT I SEE THE LIGHT JESUS FREE ME FROM YOUR HANDS AHHHHHHHH, oh hi OH NO UR UNWRAPPING MY SKIN EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
"What the fuck."
YOU ARE READING
What's Meant to be (Ketchup x French Fries)
HumorKetchup-san has been peaking at French Fry-chan since she arrived, but so has Mohammad the Mustard Bottle. French Fry-chan also likes ketchup but she's been waiting for 3 minutes (AGES for french fries) to confess to ketchup-san but the human hasn't...
