Once upon a time, there was a place where fruits and vegetables could live in harmony; The kitchen.
But soon enough, that time age was ruined, as the chattering fruits decided they wanted to disqualify the vegetables from the, "Cool group." Until one day where all those outcast-ed vegetables would soon die off, disintegrating, or have he humans eating away at them. The fruits had their own secret weapon, rotting. Which meant them humans would usually just tend to stray away from them most days.
On a fine day, the fruits looked around them, keeping track of who was still alive today. The lead mango, Marcy, called out each food group in order. "Oranges?!" She squeaked, earning a defiant 'Yes' from the bunch of orange things. "Apples?" A small, strained, voice came from the left. Well, his pack must have been ate during the weekend.
Marcy continued to go through each fruit and vegetable, smirking a mango-y smirk when most of the vegetables didn't reply. Except. For one little fighter, a tomato, of which, who was outcast-ed due to the fact of being similar to most vegetables. Samuel by name, and quite odd looking compared to the rest of us, fabulous looking fruits. He simply gave a simple grunt, the words making out to be - "Here." How enticing? Yeah. He looked bright red, a big mouth, and small eyes.
Ugly.
Samuel shrugged, getting rejected by the fruits to chat, having to make conversation with himself. Again. "Maybe I should just leave..." And that was exactly what he did, to be precised. Sam left at dawn, heading out on a journey somewhere.
Anywhere but here.
He didn't stop, for 10 minutes, giving up and laying on the wooden floor, staring up into vast nothingness. He saw a person looking back at him, similar in looks and EVERYTHING. Samual stood up in a rush, scrambling to his small, red, scrawny feet. The tomato looking back at him was VERY good looking if I do say so myself.
Samual just stared, and the tomato stared right back. He had decided to name her, "Angeliquina." It was a beautiful name for a beautiful tomato.
Sam came everyday to stare at his true love, not saying anything, afraid he might scare her off.
One day when Samual come to check up on her, he found a surprise. His one true love, was scattered in pieces on the floor, staring back up at him. Sam leaned down, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' as he watched the person staring back at him, mimicking his moves.
What is this witchcraft?!
He stretched out his hand to feel for his love, meeting the cold surface of a broken mirror piece. Samuel's heart was, and is broken. His one friend. Lover. And other existing tomato. Was himself? Wa-?
"NO! NO! -" He bent down on his knobby vibrant knees, holding his rather large head in his rather tiny hands. But Samuel just sat there, staring back at his reflection in the mirror, wondering what to be from her on out.
A voice resounded about, and Sam got out of his crying position to turn around, expecting to see one of the fruits.
But nobody was there. How strange..
BIGGEST.
REVEL.
SINCE.
DARTH VADERS.
"I am your father."
So that's it, story over and done! I would like to thank Blaine for giving me the idea for this story!! But yeah. :3
