You frantically look around for somewhere to run, hide, anything really, as you can hear the chef's footsteps. Your eyes rest on a shelf...but, as usual, it's at least three times taller than you. Will I be able to- Hearing the chef's now barely a room away from you, you just take off towards it, grabbing onto a random jar and quickly hoisting yourself up. Without a moment to waste, you just keep grabbing onto things, climbing higher and higher. You flinch as your foot brushes something slimy. Ew... With one final pull, you tumble onto the top of the shelf, sighing in relief as the chef's hands were too short to reach you anymore.
You smile at his desperate grunts. Serves you right. Eventually he leaves, but you wait until you can hear the ear-wenching sound of meat being cut before sighing in relief. After a while of waiting for Six, you begin to lose focus...
"Hey!" You perk up. "Oh, six!" You say, climbing down from the shelf a bit before jumping down in front of her..before tripping and falling backwards. "Ow..." you say rubbing your back before getting up to properly look at her.
Go to 22 I'm too lazy to write two separate versions of this conversation...
YOU ARE READING
please don't read
Fanfictionplease, don't read this. If you happen to come across it, I mean. I'm not trying to be dramatic or anything, this is just an old fanfic I had to publish to save space And no it's not a trolls fanfic I just wanted the cover to say 'die' :) If you're...
