Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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Frank, the charismatic sausage who had once been the voice of hope in the grocery store, had always believed he understood his purpose. Like all the food items in the supermarket, he had been indoctrinated to believe that his ultimate goal was to be chosen by a human, taken to the Great Beyond, and live out the rest of his days in bliss. But after uncovering the horrifying truth about what really happened to food, Frank's entire belief system was shattered.
No longer able to cling to the comforting lies he'd once believed, Frank was thrust into a deep existential crisis. Who was he, really? What was his purpose now that the Great Beyond had been exposed as a brutal slaughterhouse? These questions gnawed at him, leaving him feeling lost and adrift.
As the days passed, Frank wandered through the now-chaotic supermarket, avoiding the other food items as much as possible. He couldn't bring himself to face them, not when he had no answers to offer, no new purpose to give. He'd led them to the truth, but what now? What did that truth mean for their lives?
It was during one of these aimless wanderings that Frank encountered Y/n, a human who had managed to survive the initial uprising of the food items. Unlike the other humans, who had either been killed or fled, Y/n had chosen to stay behind, finding a strange kinship with the food who had gained sentience.
Y/n had been observing Frank for days, seeing how he struggled with the weight of the truth he'd uncovered. She approached him cautiously, sensing the turmoil within him.
"Hey, Frank," Y/n said softly as she found him sitting alone in the canned goods aisle, staring blankly at the rows of soup cans. "How are you holding up?"
Frank looked up at her, his expression a mixture of weariness and confusion. "I don't know, Y/n. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do now. Everything I believed in, everything I thought was real, it's all just... gone. I'm just a damn sausage. What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
Y/n sat down beside him, her gaze steady and compassionate. "You're more than just a sausage, Frank. You're someone who had the courage to seek the truth, even when it was terrifying. That takes guts. But I get it—now that you've found the truth, it's like, what's next? Who are you supposed to be now?"
Frank sighed, running a hand over his smooth, sausage casing. "Exactly. I've spent my whole life believing I was meant for something special, that I had this great purpose. But now... I just feel empty. Like, what's the point of any of this?"
Y/n nodded, understanding his struggle all too well. "You know, when you strip away all the lies and the bullshit, you're left with the raw reality of who you are. And that can be scary as hell. But it's also a chance to really find yourself, to figure out who you are beyond what society tells you you're supposed to be."
Frank looked at her, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. "And how do I do that? How do I figure out who I am?"
"Well," Y/n said, leaning back against the shelf behind her, "you start by asking yourself the hard questions. Who are you, Frank? Not who you were told to be, but who you really are, deep down. What do you care about? What drives you? What kind of life do you want to live now that you know the truth?"
Frank was silent for a long moment, the weight of her words settling over him. Who was he, really? He'd always thought he knew, but now he wasn't so sure. He'd been so focused on the Great Beyond, on fulfilling his supposed purpose, that he'd never really stopped to think about what he wanted, who he wanted to be.
"I guess... I care about doing the right thing," Frank said slowly, as if the words were forming in his mind for the first time. "I care about helping others, about making sure no one else has to go through what we went through, believing in a lie. But... I also want to live my own life. I want to find out what makes me happy, what makes me feel alive."
Y/n smiled at him, a warm, encouraging smile. "That's a start, Frank. You've got a good heart, and you care about people—or, well, food, I guess. But you're also allowed to be selfish sometimes, to think about your own happiness. Finding that balance between who you are and who you want to be, that's the journey. It's not easy, but it's worth it."
Frank nodded, her words resonating with him. He had always been so focused on the collective good, on rallying the other food items and uncovering the truth, that he had forgotten to think about his own needs, his own desires. Maybe it was time to start thinking about what he wanted out of life, what kind of future he wanted to build for himself in this new, uncertain world.
As the days turned into weeks, Frank began to explore this new path of self-discovery. He spent time with Y/n, talking about his fears, his hopes, and his dreams. They discussed everything from the nature of existence to the societal ideals that had shaped their lives, both in the human world and in the food world. Through these conversations, Frank began to see that his journey wasn't just about survival—it was about finding his own identity, about carving out a space for himself in a world that had been turned upside down.
He started to challenge the roles that had been imposed on him, both by the human world and by the food world. He questioned the expectations placed on him, the idea that he had to be a leader, a savior, simply because he was the one who had uncovered the truth. He realized that he didn't have to fit into anyone else's mold; he could create his own path, define his own purpose.
And as he did, Frank began to change. He became more confident, more sure of himself. He started making decisions that were true to his own desires, rather than what others expected of him. He found a sense of peace, of fulfillment, that he had never known before.
Through it all, Y/n was there, guiding him, supporting him, helping him navigate the complexities of his new identity. She helped him see that he didn't have to be defined by his past or by the expectations of others. He could be whoever he wanted to be, as long as he stayed true to himself.
In the end, Frank's journey of self-discovery wasn't just about finding out who he was; it was about becoming who he wanted to be. He realized that his purpose wasn't something that had been predetermined by others—it was something he could create for himself, something he could shape with his own hands.
And as Frank continued on his journey, he knew that he wasn't alone. With Y/n by his side, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, secure in the knowledge that he was more than just a sausage. He was Frank—an individual with his own identity, his own dreams, and his own purpose. And that was enough.
