Join in the journey of the emotionally unstable baguette.
NOTE: THIS SHIT OF A STORY STARTS OFF AS A JOKE BUT GETS REALLY UNFUNNY AND SAD AND SERIOUS AT THE END SO GET FUCKING REAdy
The only reason why this is still on here is because it's the first...
A/N: I have legitimately made these characters into humans in my head fml. Also, thank you for all the positive feedback lately! I'm going to try to put at least one awesome picture at the beginning of each chapter.
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Bagel and Toast slowly made their way down the street as Toast continued to try to settle her stomach, and Bagel tried not to breathe in too deeply.
Toast felt so bad about vomiting on him. She obviously wouldn't have done it if she had the ability to control vomit. Vomit is not a happy thing.
Anyways, Toast was trying to think of ways to make it up to the rather adorably attractive guy next to her (like Patrick Stump or something, but not as adorable). She could take him out to eat, but he would probably read something into it, and get pissed at her (except he totally wouldn't because he's Bagel). She could get him an XBox or something. That's what guys like, right? Or football tickets? Ugh, too much.
Toast decided to just take him to the mall to get him new clothes, so he could change. Because you really don't do anything with clothes except put them on, buy them, wear them, strip...I'm gonna stop now.
Toast really wanted to give Bagel the full experience, so she decided to take him to the mall. This plan was going along perfectly until Toast realized she never even told him.
"Hey, Bagel," she started. "I was wondering if we could go to the mall, so I could, like, buy you some new clothes," she muttered sheepishly. It's a gift that Bagel has somewhat decent ears. He doesn't listen to screamo too loudly.
"It's really okay," said Bagel. "I'll just wear something else until my clothes are-"
"Yes, except that I own no clothes of the male gender, and if you're actually going to live by yourself, you've gotta have another change of clothes."
Bagel just sighed, the universal signal of giving in.
Toast made a happy sound (without doing sexy shit, imagine that), and realized her stomach was feeling much better. This nauseousness thing really doesn't last long after you cut out its source. In this case, the much hated spinning wheel.
Toast quickly changed their direction, and before they knew it, they were in the parking lot of the mall, which was just called the mall, because I'm not feeling creative right now and just want to try to watch an anime.
Since it was the mall, and the only mall in town, there were a lot of people going to that specific mall (goddamn, that's a lot of malls). Because of this, there were cars fucking everywhere. Except cars can't fuck, so, you know. Or maybe you don't.
They spent about five minutes dodging cars and people and shit, because hey, why not? Let's just spend all of our free time trying not get murdered by pedestrians and/or drivers. Bagel almost got ran over twice, and someone elbowed Toast in the eye, causing it to rapidly bruise. Joy.
