risotto pov:
I woke up from the screeches of 2 immature men. i could smell something burnt. as i made the treacherous journey through the hallway, (while stepping on many of pesci's legos, rendering me immobile every few seconds), i found out the root cause. prosciutto tried to make food and burnt it. it was a simple Mac and cheese cup. i still don't get how a grown man can fuck up this badly. formaggio started getting on the floor, begging me to make breakfast. i cannot describe how quickly i suckerpunched that little bitchboy. fucking ginger.
"pwweeeeese daddyyyyyyy," said melone. i picked him up and threw him face-first into the mud outside without breaking a sweat. he starting crying.
"my new pusheen pants.... THEY'RE RUINED!!!" cried melone.
"you thrifted them. they have tears throughout the seams through the back. they aren't new." i replied. he got them from goodwill, of all places.
"they're new to me,,,," melone pouted.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ghiaccio screamed. i was almost about to take a nasty bite out of his face like what young children do to all the foam footballs your grandma had during family gatherings. so, i threw one of them at him. im not a grandma, but its easy to distract these 'grown men' for a couple hours (or until it gets personal).
formaggio pov:
I was devastated that my boss wouldn't cook for me. what was i supposed to do? actually do something for once?? hell no!! i saw one of my cats run past me as i walked towards the open backdoor. when i realised, it was too late. linus had escaped!!! i mean, i think it was linus...
it took a while for me to find him, which was half an hour. it felt like years. no one else was helping me, even though i tried to help every time they needed something. i cried to risotto about it but he wouldn't listen, saying how i would 'mock him every time he lost something'. if i did something like that, i would remember!! right!!!!
risotto pov:
i didn't try to help formaggio get his cat. he has short term memory loss, and he always forgets that this cat always escapes. and it always comes back. and he's a dickhead trying to 'help' us look for our things. 0/10 would not recommend. don't employ gingers.
either way, after this he found his cat, unfortunately. all that time wasted. i should've made him clean the toilets.
"so, now that you're done, can you make us some breakfast?" asked ghiaccio. he always ended up convincing me. i did it 'reluctantly'.
I know this is short but this is literally like the first actual chapter and I want to give a sample at first. i don't enjoy books of stories if they immediately are long. and my attention span is too short to make a long story anyway, so don't expect anything longer than 1200 words for the moment lmao. thanks for reading tho, all ideas appreciated 🫶🫶
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wacky stories (jjba)
Fanfiction(Usually) short stories that come to my mind That will usually consist of JJBA la squadra I hate working with wattpad but i can try YES THE COVER IMAGE IS MY CAT SHE IS A LOVELY DEMON pictures aren't made/taken by me unless said otherwise, thanks 🫶
