Jeepers gang, what the actual FRENCH TOAST?

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Venus' P.O.V.

To say I'm confused right now would be an understatement of the size of the Sun. I look over to Earth's moon and the pipsqueak for guidance only to be met with an equally as concerning expression. Earth's moon looks like he's about to burst out crying again while the pipsqueak appears to be close to one of those Earthling heart attacks or something.

It's at this very moment, perhaps no, definitely too late that I decide that I'm truly, no doubt about it, surrounded by stupid baby idiots. I inhale and exhale a deep breath preparing my voice for this truly demanding task that is to come.

I'm ready...

No matter what the cost.

Mercury's P.O.V.

I get snapped out of my brief panic by the loud voice of Venus yelling at everyone and I quote 'WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS? CAN YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR TWO MINUTES SO WE CAN SORT THIS BS UP? YOU'RE ALL ACTING LIKE  LITTLE EARTHLINGS' Unsurprisingly all his swearing works 'cause it's so rare that we rocky planets actually hear those types of words because the Sun and the gas giants always keep an eye on our language, so for a few short-lived seconds everyone is frozen in place not making a sound or even breathing some just as shellshocked as me, others such as Earth and Mars just straight up confused.

We all wait in silence until we all feel the strong gravitation pull that always means a gas giant is near.

...

Uh-oh.

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