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(⌐◥▶ε◀◤) - From a Very Sarcastic Strudel
(ง⚆Д⚆)ง - Also from a Very Fabulous Mine Turtle Ducky
~~3rd P.O.V. (No one)~~
Mom had come back from the store with her usual items of food in one bag, and a few bottles of liquor in the other. This time however, she bought a box of toaster Strudels as a snack for her and Rose. Apple flavored Toaster Strudels, to be specific. She took out said box of Toaster Strudels, placing it onto the counter as she plugged in the toaster. Inside of the box were 6 different sized Strudels, although the difference was barely noticeable. She reached inside a cabinet, pulling out two plates. The younger Lalonde, Rose, walked into the kitchen, only to notice the box of the apple flavored snacks.
" Mom, was it really necessary to buy these? You know I'm not that big of a fan for apples. " Rose stated, grabbing the box and opening it.
Mom only let out a laugh, taking the box from the other and pulling out a Strudel. " Aww, c'mon Rosey, I wanted to change it up a little bit. Y'know, like try something new for a change. " If you paid close attention, you would notice the Strudel in Mom's hand struggling and squirming for freedom.
~~Dave's P.O.V.~~
Well this sucks. You were just sleeping peacefully next to your 5 annoying-as-fuck brothers, enjoying a nice dream of freedom from this wretched box. I mean, sure, you know you can't run or walk, nor can you grab anything since you're literally a Toaster Strudel, but c'mon, a guy can dream, right?
Anything is better than being stuffed into a box with siblings who are constantly fighting, but- Jesus what the fuck is that bright light. Okay, now you are kind of regretting wishing for that whole 'let me out of this box' thing. You somehow look to your right, seeing an oversized hand grabbing your brother.
'But Which brother? You never told us what their names were, either', is probably what you're thinking. So I'll tell you. The biggest one is Darwin, who we usually nickname as 'D'. The second biggest is Derrick, who we usually just call 'Bro'. Literally, just Bro. These two are tied for the middle, and they are named Hal and Dirk. We can tell the difference between them because Hal is always a sarcastic asshole, but we still love him. Sort of. Dirk is..well, you can't really describe him, but he can hypocritical strudel that overthinks things at times. You all know he means good will, though. Which is exactly why you love him. Love as in Bro love, and 'I want that Strudel booty' love. The last and youngest Strudel is David, [[ Couldn't think of another name for Davesprite. Rest in trash me. ]] and your brothers sometimes get you two confused, since your name is Dave.
Back to the moment at hand, -Get it, because there is a hand grabbing my bro?- [[ I'm not sorry. ]], there is currently an oversized hand grabbing your strudel bro, Dirk. You would let out a yelp, but you do not have a mouth. You somehow yelp anyways.
~~Mom's P.O.V~~
You hear what sounds like tiny incoherent screaming, but what the hell, its probably just your stomach. You lift the toaster strudel that is currently in your hand and pop it into the toaster, pressing down the button and watching it sink. Burn it. Burn it reaaaal good. You hear more 'rumbles' coming from your stomach. " Man, my stomach is really aching for some strudel right now. Like seriously, I'm so hungry for a snack that I could eat Maplehoof. "
~~Rose's P.O.V~~
You roll your Lavender eyes at her comment. Must she always be so dramatic about things like this? Yes, the answer to that question is yes. You glance at the toaster, noticing how long that poor strudel was in there. Its probably burnt to a crisp now. You walk over, pressing the button once more and grabbing the strudel. Yep, its burnt. " Mom, you burnt it. " She isn't even listening. She is too busy grabbing another strudel from the box. Damn, its small. Not that small, but smaller than the burnt one in your hand. You grab a plate, sitting down at the dining table with your burnt strudel.
~~Dave's P.O.V~~
You would bite the woman that is holding you, but you don't have a mouth. Whoopdie-fuckin-do. She puts you on a plate and takes you to the same table the girl is at with your bro. He's on a plate, and he doesn't look amused. An awkward silence surrounds you all, before the girl lifts your brother up to her mouth. Fuck, this situation has turned completely fucking pear shaped. " So mom, how was your day today? " The girl attempts to start a conversation, before she takes a bite from your brother's head. You would scream, but once again, you don't have a mouth. So you just scream anyways for your brother, before the woman lifts you up to her lips. Shit. Her mouth opens and then her teeth close down on your head. You hear a slow crunching noise, and then it all turns silent.
~~Rose's P.O.V~~
This Strudel isn't that bad actually. You notice your mom nomming on her own strudel for a bit, before she replies to your earlier question. " Ehh, my day was fine. Could've been better, but I ain't complaining. " She pauses, swallowing, and then speaking once more. " I actually kinda like these Strudels. They taste nice, and mine's spicy. I'll buy more when I go back to the store. " You nod, before eating the last bite of your Strudel. Nom.
~~End~~
