I woke up to a bright light. I looked around. There were trees, grass, a river, anime characters, plants... Wait.... Anime characters?! I forced myself to get up. I looked at my friends. They weren't awake yet so I grabbed them by their feet and dragged them along. I needed to figure out where we were. Either I was drugged and was high or this was real. I just had to figure all of this out.
"Oh hey guys."
I recognized that voice. But how was she here? I turned around.
"Mika?"
I dropped my two friends, ran up to Mika, and hugged her.
"OH MY GOSH! HI MIKA! HOW ARE YOU?!" I yelled.
"IM GOOD. THANKS FOR ASKING!" She yelled back.
I was so glad another one of my friends were here. But I still had a few questions: Why was she here, does she have any food, and why the hell was she so animu?
"Mika, I have a few questions." I said.
"Wat?" She asked.
"One, how did you get here? Two, do you have food? Three, why are you so animu?!"
"I got here because Italy tied me up with pasta noodles and China hit me on the head with a frying pan. I don't have any food, sorry. And haven't you noticed that you are animu too?"
I shook my head. I looked at my hand. It was animu. I looked at my hair. It was animu. I took a mirror and looked at my face. If you haven't guessed... It was fucking animu! Not only that, but my eyes had turned to the color green and my hair was long and black. I put on a pair of shades, stood up, and looked proud.
"I'm so animu bitchez. We're more awesome than Prussia." I said proudly.
I then got punched in the face by Prussia.
"Ow... Ok ok. We're more awesome than Potato Girl and her potatoes." I said.
"Oh really?" She replied, "then let's have a cooking contest to see who's more awesome!"
"YOURE ON!"
"Hell yeah! JEAN YOURE ON OUR TEAM!" Asshat yelled.
Jean glanced at Asshat with a scared look on his face and ran off.
"NOOOO! COME BACK SENPAI!" She screamed.
I walked with my friends (who were suddenly awake again) to the forest to find some food. We all went different ways to find more food. I searched around for some food when I ran into someone.
"Ve~! What's a girl like you doing out here, Bella?"
I then noticed that it was Italy's 2p.
"Well, I'm just looking for some food so I can show Sasha that me and my friends are more bad ass than her." I replied.
"I could help with a that." He replied. "All you need is some pasta, some sauce, and some blood!"
"Okay! We have to find someone to sacrifice though."
Asshat then ran up to us.
"GUESS WHAT! I MET SLENDER MAN AND HE GAVE ME A PUPPY THATS CHOPPED UP INTO LITTLE PIECES! AND HE ALSO GAVE ME A BIG BAG OF HUMAN BLOOD! :D"
I looked at 2p Italy.
"Looks like we can make that spaghetti you were talking about." I said to him.
"Yay!" He replied.
We then got some other things for the food because you need some sides for the spaghetti. So I got some apples from a tree that had dead bodies surrounding it and we talked 2p England into baking cupcakes (though we decided not to try any. Who knows what ingredients he used in them.)
It was just about time for us to have our food judged. We had spaghetti with sauce and blood, some puppy meat, apple slices for the side, and a cupcake for dessert. Sasha had pork, with a potato and bread for the side, and a cookie for dessert. The judge was Kirito. Everyone there was absolutely drunk so... it was going to be fun. Kirito started with Sasha's meal first.
"It tastes good. Especially the cookie." He said.
After finishing her meal, he moved to ours.
"HOLY CRAP THIS TASTE DELICIOUS! The cupcake is a little odd but, IT ALL STILL TASTES AMAZING!" He yelled.
We won the contest that night. No one ever knew the ingredients. We all hung out quietly with everyone until someone said:
"Let's play Truth or Dare and 7 Minutes in Heaven!"
That's when it got a little crazy.

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