Ted Cruz was looking out the window of his home in Houston, Texas. His desktop on the other side of his office was playing Bring Me to Life by Evanescence. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he softly sung,
"How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb."
Ted was very emotional, as he had just lost the 2016 presidential primary election to his Republican opponent, an angry orange man named Donald Trump. He was heartbroken, after all, he had put his heart and soul into making sure he would win. Even going as far as to brutally murder a handful of people he saw walking into the election building on that fateful day wearing "Make America Great Again" merchandise from Trump's online store, not unlike how he had killed 37 people in northern California from 1968-1972 under the name 'The Zodiac Killer'. But despite his efforts, Ted had still lost.
His wife, Heidi, interrupted his emo self-pity fest and peeked her head through the door.
"Teddy," she spoke kindly, "um...someone is here to see you? It seems urgent."
Ted wiped the tears away and sighed. "Send them in."
Heidi gave him a sad smile as she moved from the doorway, allowing the guest to enter.
Ted heart dropped as the his visitor entered the room, it was the last person Ted Cruz would have expected to appear at his house, especially today. The unannounced house guest normally appeared to have a permanent scowl, but today it seemed to be slightly less of a scowl, more hopeful, more nervous. His hair looked as if someone's computer glitched while using the 'blur' tool on photoshop.
He was Ted Cruz's worst enemy.
He was Donald Trump.
Trump took a seat in the chair facing Ted Cruz's desk.
"I have a proposal to make."
AN: I have 0 regrets ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
