Mr.Beast's Chocolate Factory

Albino.
By titsmaster3000.

2055. Africa, Niger.

Once upon a time, in a small tribe of natives in Niger,
there was a little boy. His name was Vincent. Like all other children, he played football with
his balls and his friends.

The parents of the other children always forbade their children to play with him, but he didn't
know why.

He had no friends to play with except mbappe and Ishowspeed. They were his best friends, together they fooled around in the village, played football, hunted together or just told each other funny jokes.

But as Vincent grew older, he realized that he was a little
different from everybody else. His parents and everyone in the village were black, but only
Vincent was white.

The people in the village despised Vincent, spit in his face, even though he was a child. All this was still viable until, one evening, the head of the village, Muhammad Ali, gathered the whole village in his tent.

It was about Vincent. They called him a child of the devil, which sounded kinda like this: U.U.A.A. and banished him with torches and spears from their
village, even his parents did so.

His only best friends, Ishowspeed and mbappe, followed him
and they fled their village with the Albino Vincent.

After 3 days they continued to walk through the hot desert and had exhausted their supplies. They broke up in the heat, dried up and starved down at the bottom of the savannah.

When they saw from afar shadowy figures going towards them. They came closer and stopped.

Ishowspeed said to Vincent: Uga, Uga. Translated: I think these
people will help us, maybe they'll have something to drink with them.

The figures turned out
to be Mr.beast and his team. They were just shooting a video of helping 1,000 African children. Mr.beast looked at Vincent and said, "Oh, a new flavour." What Vincent and his friends didn't understand.

They brought Ishowspeed, Vincent and Embappe to their camp and gave them something to drink and eat. They looked around the camp and were
surprised to find so many other children in the camp, exactly 997. They all played together
and had a lot of fun.

It was already late, and Vincent and his friends went into the tent and lit a lamp. Before they went to sleep, they talked to each other about what might happen to
them and how grateful they are. In Nigerian: U. U. A.A. Monki.

Vincent went into his sleeping bag with a big smile and immediately fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was shocked by what he saw, he wanted to shout out loudly and cry for help: U! u! A! A! But he couldn't, his mouth was stuck with a knot and he could not make a sound.

He couldn't imagine what he saw.

The Mr.Beast chocolate brand Feastables has been in existence since 2022, but have you ever wondered how these are produced in their factories? Not to mention the Beast Burgers.

Vincent was frightened when he saw himself tied up on an assembly line in a chocolate factory, but it was not the machines that produced the
chocolate, it was him and thousands of other African children tied up and tied together on assembly lines in
this huge factory.

Their bodies were fed through a pipe with a certain secretion, which leads to perfect chocolate bars being formed in the stomach and automatically shot out in rows from the asshole.

He looks to his right and sees mbappe, tied up, looking at him with a disturbed gaze.
To his left is Ishowspeed, trying to scream, but you can't hear any sound.

Overwhelmed by the situation, Vincent lost consciousness while his body continued to produce beast bars. When he woke
up again, he heard voices getting louder, it was Mr.Beast.

He did a tour through his factory for a video.

Hi my friends, in this video I'm showing you an insight into my chocolate factory, let's go. Mr.Beast passed by the streams with chained, disturbed, black children and talked further
about his product. My friends and I produced a serum in the lab that allows the production
of beast chocolate in the body, but unfortunately it only works in African children aged 8 to
12. As you can see, it's very effective. The camera shows the hundreds of poor, starving,
crying, African children, tied up on the bandages, trying to scream.

Mr.Beast went a little
further and stopped at Vincent.

And here's my latest creation, the Mr.Beast white chocolate
bars. The camera pointed to Vincent, who, in fact, compared to the other children, only
made white beast bars.

Mr.Beast took off Vincent's ball knot and asked, "How do you find it here?"

Vincent looked at Mr.Beast, who stared at him with a deep, dark abyss in his eyes, and said:

"U.U.A.A."

Translated: good.

A fat smile spread in Mr.Beast's face and he stuck the knob in Vincent's mouth again
and went on with the tour, as his body produced more Beastbars.

Days, weeks, months, years passed and they produced Feastables 24/7 without breaks. The constant production is very stressful for the body and Vincent was very fatigued and exhausted.

Until he turned to look after his friend to the right, mbappe. But he noticed that mbappe no longer produced beast chocolate until he realized that mbappe
was dead.

Vincent cried. He had only his last friend, Ishowspeed, who was also on the verge of death. A few workers took mbappes' body and put it in a shredder to make even more beast chocolate out of his body.

Vincent knew it couldn't go on like this, and if he didn't do
anything, he and Ishowspeed would die sooner or later.

Then he noticed, as if
from an old lamp, at the top of the ceiling, a glass shard fell on his assembly line.

Vincent immediately
grabs it and cuts off his bonds, the pipe and his knot. He did the same at Ishowspeed and
helped him up, as he could barely move.

He was unable to save anyone else, because most
of them were no longer responding and were half dead, and because he had no more time, because Mr.Beast's workers were constantly running around the factory.

The two hid behind a pillar and waited for a few workers to appear. When two workers on
their normal late shift went on patrol, Vincent and Ishowspeed jumped out and struck them
with the shards.

They put on the squid game clothes of the workers and took their machine guns. They left the department with their passports and finally managed to get out of the factory.