Burnt Rice woke up to Elon's uncontrollable sneezing, most likely due to the bright light from the window. "Oh, good morning, Bur," Elon said. "I have awakened," Burnt Rice said back. He looked down at his stomach, only to see that he was incredibly pregnant. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Burnt Rice screamed.
Elon tried to comfort Burnt Rice, which didn't work considering he was a cisgender man that was about to give birth. Burnt Rice breathed heavily, trying to prepare himself for what was about to happen.
(A/N: ok for obvious reasons I'm not writing this part so pretend i just gave an incredibly graphic depiction of a man giving birth)
Burnt Rice let out a sigh of relief. He looked at his son, and then over to Elon. "...So, what should we name him?" Elon asked. Burnt Rice looked at his freshly-baked stomach loaf and smiled. "Let's name him Mark Zuckerberg."
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Burnt Rice X Elon Musk
FanfictionA fanfic I made about a kid from my old school and elon musk (1,407 words)
