Random Wacky Short Stories

The Man Eating Couch

Once upon a time in a very non-existent world, there was a man named Bob. Bob was locked in a dimly lit cell and was forced to make couches for the whole city.

Now, you may be asking: "Why on earth was Bob forced to make couches for the whole city?" Well my dear friends, Bob was the best couch maker in the land. If he played his cards right, he could of made a big business and sell couches for an unnecessary and complete unreasonable price, like thousands of dollars. But sadly he was not able to. So, he spent all of his lonely days making couches for his city.

But one day, the ruler of the city decided to sell these couches world wide so he could gain more money. So that meant that Bob had to make even more couches.

The more time that passed, the more lonelier he seemed to be. However, he then got an idea. What he needed was someone to talk to, to socialize with. So that's when he came up with the idea of talking couches! Yes, talking couches. This way he could have someone to talk to while he made other couches.

Somehow, he was able to get the couches talking. But then the ruler found out about this and want to sell the talking couches. So Bob had to make more couches of both talking and non-talking couches.

Bob was starting to get tired of making couches all the time. He was getting tired of being told what to do.

He looked at one of the couches he had made. He stared at it for quite awhile thinking of ways to be able to free himself from this prison.

A strange and new idea then slowly came to mind. Perhaps he still could get out of here? Perhaps he could still be free? Yes, his new idea just might work. It will work. He thought about it over again and again, and yet, he saw no flaws in it. It was the perfect plain.

Bob's couches were the things being sold around the world. Soooo, he simply had to use the couches to get out. No one would even notice until it was too late. Plus, his plain would also give him the revanage he was slowly starting to crave.

Although, as crazy as it may seem, his idea was......

.......

Man eating couches.

So, he got to work right away. He made all the couches he made into man eating couches. There was absolutely no way this could back fire!

Bob patiently waited for enough cmof his man eating couches to be out in the world. Soon enough, there were thousands of man eating couches and no one even knew that they were very much not normal couches.

Every couch in the world was quickly replaced with his man eating couches, and the couches knew this. So, the time had finally come! Time for the rise of the couches!

The apocalypse of the couches has finally begun. All at once, the couches started to eat the people. Any one sat on the couch would be instantly devoured by the couch. The man eating couches was even able to hop around a bit. So they chances down the humans and ate them. It was a free buffet for them.

After a day or two, the couches had freed Bob and it seemed that he had finally won with his man eating couch army!

He got out of the cell and squinted at the ever so bright sun. He then looked around where he stood, looking at the chaos he had brought. He was satisfied that he was able to get his revanage once and for all.

But then something dawned on him. A thought. A realization. The couches kept eating the humans. He would be left alone...again. The one thing he had tried so hard to get away from, and yet he was doomed be alone once more.

Although.....

Was he really alone? He looked to his side and saw one of his man eating couches. No, he wasn't alone. He had his couches!

Knowing that he had finally gotten his victory, he decided that he wanted to relax. Which was something he was never able to do.

Yet, there was one thing that Bob never put into consideration and it would be his greatest downfall.......

Without warning, Bob was completely devoured by his own creation, the man eating couches. The second he sat on the couch, it had fully devoured him whole.

The one downfall that Bob forgot all about, was making sure the couches did not eat him after they set him free from his cell.

Quicker than a cat that catches her prey, the humans were soon existent. The couches had wiped out the whole human race! Leaving nothing but ruins, plants, and animals left.

It seems that in the end the couches had won, not the Bob or the other humans. The man eating couches were the top of the food chain now.

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Author's note:

Well this one is definitely longer than the last one. Also don't ask how I came up with this one. I just did. Also go on right ahead and give suggestions if ye so desire. Enjoy the rest of your day! ^-^

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