WHAT THE FUCK?!" Shrek roared intensely as he saw his wife sleeping with a tiny man. But not just any tiny man, It was Lord Farquaad. "Wait! I can explain-'' Fiona cried. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?!" He interrupted, pointing at Farquaad. "Oh, I am dead," he replied. "But even the dead have the ability to sleep around with the living"." "Why would you do this?" He yelled at Fiona. "Because... Well because you're terrible in bed!" She responded angrily. "And besides, sleeping with other men is exciting." "How long has this been going on?" Shrek asked, agitated. "Around 3 or 4 years" she replied. His jaw dropped. That was nearly their children's births. His heart shattered.
But he stayed stern. "Get. Out." He muttered. "W-what?" She laughed aggressively. "Get out! "You're no longer allowed to be in this house" He breathed "We're getting a divorce."
Fiona starred in shock then stubbornness. "Well, I'm not going down without a fight." she spat "This may be a home to you, but to me it's a house. A house that I'm staying in." Those words killed Shrek's relationship with Fiona as the Ogress strutted out of the swamp with Farquaad in toe. Donkey ran toward Shrek as he witnessed what just unfolded. And Shrek's heart snapped like a twig.
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The fault in Our Swamp (Shrek X Donkey)
FanficTW Strong language Shrek, a victim of depression and currently suffering an all time low under his wife. Donkey, miserable without his children or late wife. There are no happily ever afters. At least not without a hint of spice.
