Chapter 1: Maybe I'm just alone.

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by Theweridoishere

by Theweridoishere

Y/ns pov:

No way just yesterday was my 18th birthday. Which means I finally got my soulmate mark. I kept it covered yesterday just for a surprise as I looked at my wrist I saw a purple trashcan... Are you fucking kidding me? Is this a joke?!

A .

DAMN.

PURPLE.

TRASHCAN.

I waited 18 years for a damn can.

I would have never guessed that I would get a trashcan for my soul mate mark. How foul. That's what I thought until I met my soulmate.

Wait, let me backtrack rq

It all started on a Wednesday afternoon. I was throwing out my Whopper wrapper when suddenly I came across an elderly homeless man. he was sitting on a cardboard mat and he was a little stinky. He wore a rancid old puffy jacket a moly hat and stained jeans. You could say he was festively plump! I'mma be fr this fuckers fat rolls that could feed a whole family of 15. Anyway, he had greasy skin, especially on his nose where he had massive clogged pores he smelt like cheese and viniger and he was balding. He was munching on a can of rusting beans Hesmouth looking more and more moly by the second I gagged and held my puke the second he opened that diseased mouth.

His stench was so abominable I could smell it from a mile away. His teeth were all cracked and had holes in them. When he chewed he slid the beans through the hole in his front teeth. As I passed by a piece of bean hit my eye. Yeoouch!!! he then stared directly at me for a good minute or so. I stared right back at him and waited. I knew he was most likely going to waste my time but I waited to see what he was going to say anyway. He looked at me really creepy and shouted "HOWDY". Oh uh ok. When he blinked, I heard his eyelids crunch together. He continued chewing on his expired beans and waved goodbye.

but when the old man waved goodbye, his crusty sleeve detached from his decaying skin and slid down his forearm, revealing the purple blob on his wrist. it was such a fast movement that i couldn't catch the shape but the familiar purple color made my heart drop. I knew this was my only chance to connect with my possible soulmate. I asked the stenchy, sticky, yucky, foul, vile, smelly, mucusy, squishy, squirmy, moist, raunchy, sexy man if he ever found his soulmate. his crunchy eyes cracked under the sunlight as he acknowledged me silently.

"howdy!" he responded, his voice crackling.

i frowned at the unresponsive recall, sensing that maybe he hasn't found his soul mate yet. could his soul mate be me? tehehehe?....

"Are you my soulmate????" "HOWDYYY!" he responded in a confident tone. "Omgg omgomg!!!!" His eyes started fluttering in excitement when he realized I was his potential partner.