(Backstory)
Your parents sent you out to go grocery shopping. One item in particular caught your eye, a ketchup bottle. You've loved eating ketchup ever since you were a kid. You put it on everything. Everything. You even put it on pizza you psycho. Everyone got mad at you but for good reason. You would drink the packets that's how disgusting and gross your obsession got.
(Y/N's POV)
Grocery List
* Milk ✔️
*Eggs ✔️
*Red Vinegar ✔️
*Vinegar ✔️
*Wine ✔️
*Ketchup ✔️
*Bread
*Salt and Pepper
*Water
*Baking Soda
*Bagels
*Lip balm
*Cheez-its ✔️
I got back from grocery shopping. It took around 3 hours but that's not normally how it takes me. It took me longer this time because I was searching high and low for the perfect ketchup bottle. Some workers even had to ask if I was okay, and if I had needed help, because the store was closing up soon. I found it, purchased it, and headed out to my car. A silver 2016 first-edition Hatchback. I loaded my truck and hurriedly went home to make and enjoy eating dinner with my family. "Whew, I got home finally," I said tiredly while my mom came into the room to greet me.
"Welcome home, Y/N," she said in a worried tone. "Mom? Are you okay? You sound anxious," I spew out, obviously concerned by her behavior. "I'm so glad you're home safe, what took you so long?" I had no words. How was I supposed to tell her that I had taken 2 hours of my life searching for the most perfect ketchup bottle, and had no time to get most of the other groceries on the list. "Traffic was bad," with me lying about why I was late that leads up to another question. Hesitantly she asks me, "...did you... get everything on the list...?" "..." I had no words. I didn't know how to get out of this. I tell her the truth. "Oh," she says. Oh? Is that all she said? Just... Oh?
She doesn't speak. I know what she's thinking. She walks away and locks herself in her room. I make dinner. I can't believe it's happening again. I'm speed running getting disowned. It's back. I need to... start taking my meds again.
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Why did I make this? Pure boredom? Pure incompetence? Nothing to do? No. That's all wrong. A photo of my friend with a Heinz ketchup shirt.
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Ketchup x Y/N
ActionYou sit at a table having a breakfast dinner with your family, when all of a sudden, a certain grocery item catches your eye. You try to keep it a secret until your brother finds you talking to it like a crazy person. You get your reveng- wait. Y...
