The Illigal Tacos (A Donald Trump x Shrek fic)

Shrump Anthem

I was only nine years old when it happened. I had realized my undividable love for him. I had all of the merchandise, the movies, the posters. Maybe I was even a merchandise hoarder. Every night, before I doze off to sleep, I pray to him, thanking him for the life I've been given.

"Shrek is love," I say, "Shrek is life."

My father had overheard my devoted praise for Shrek.

"What a faggot you are, I thought I had raised you well enough, taught you how not to like man whores. Apparently you're a stubborn faggot, what a mess." My father said with rage.

"You're just jealous, because I love him, more than I could ever love you! You little cunt!" I shouted

My father slaps me, his large hand leaving a bruise across my lip. He sends me back off to bed. Tears stream out of my eyes, the warm tears stinging my face as they roll over my bruised, bloody lip. I lay down in my bed, I am really cold, and I miss him.

All of the sudden, I hear a noise outside. I sit up in bed just as he crashed through the window. I feel a warmth moving towards me, it's him. The sight of him fills me with joy, I can no longer feel the pain in my lip. All that matters is Shrek.

"This is my swamp." He says as he throws me on the floor.

I land on my back. My back and arms hurt. This was not the Shrek I remember from my favorite movie, this is not the Shrek I have chosen to love. I ignore the pain, I ignore it because I love Shrek. I see his Oger hand quickly accelerating towards my chest. The impact of his fist knocks me out, I lie there on the ground, unconscious. I would do anything for him.

Shrek is love, Shrek is life. Amen.