One word writing prompts: SIL

Word Thirteen: Jelly [hf]

Brought to you by my obsession with radio-sounding musics! If you can't understand/ are too lazy, the translation and code words are in the comments.

Tw: THE BRAND HERE IS FAKE OK AND SO ARE THE ADS DON'T ACTUALLY LOOK FOR THIS

Fourth? Third? Second? person pov: (Yes I still don't know the POV)

Songs I listened to:

https://youtu.be/oaISU5KmTPA?si=sVLs7xAH_DcVrBa_

https://youtu.be/74rFNvLi7NU?si=rXok2N9s4L9tfzJz

--ш--

A young woman stands before you, a pen in her hair. You clear your throat, causing her to look up at you.

"Oh, hello! Are you the new history student?"

You nod, slightly concerned for this woman's sanity. She looks very tired.

"Follow me, please. I'll take you to your first task."

You follow her into a small room filled with equally confused students, with a radio from the 1930s sitting on the desk.

"We'll play all of you a few advertisements from back in the day, about a company called Wysem advertising their jelly. Your job is to take down notes, and we'll collect them at the end. Any questions?"

Someone tenses up at the mention of the company.

A few people raise their hands.

"Great! Bye!" She leaves quickly. You sigh, settling in. The radio crackles to life, drawing everyone's attention.

--ш--

Woman: Oh no! My whole family is coming over --Thanksgiving, and I don't have a dessert for the feast I'm making t--m!

*static crackles*

Announcer: Have -- fear, Ms Jones! Wysem Jelly has the solution! It's easy to m--, and easier to eat! Everyone will love --!

Ms Jones: I haven't made jelly in a w--le, I think I'm a little --sty.

Announcer: No worries! Just open the p--er packet and pour it into a m--d, and add water! It's that simple!

Ms Jones: Oh, thank goodness! What would I ever do wit-- h-- --o--, Wysem?

--ш--

Man: Little Mary, you simply must eat! You're getting th--!

Little Mary: No, father! I won't eat unless- *static crackles*

Father: Un--ss we have your f--ourite food?

Little Mary: Oh, please tell me you--v--it, father!"

Father: Of c--rse, dear! Wysem Jelly!

*hands clap, nearly destroying the poor radio's speakers*

Little Mary: Oh, how w--der-ul!

*footsteps start, gradually get softer*

Announcer: Wysem Jelly. Your chi--d-n love it, and so do --.

*loud static crackles*

--ш--

Announcer: Are you getting t--ed of the same old taste?

Girl: Mhmm... *she sounds like the Little Mary from the last ad, but all ad voices sound the same*

Announcer: Would you like some-hing new? *static crackles*