6: Origin of Pepe

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Pepe's pov

Its been 9 years since Jacob gave me away. I really hate it here.
Not just because my mom's not here. It's because Kermit and his family are too happy.
They sing all the time. It's fucking annoying.
I'm totally super emo now. I'm even in a band. I play a sick kazoo.
I haven't seen Jacob since that day; 9 years ago.He hasn't visited me or anything.
He doesn't call.I have no idea what happened and he won't tell me.
I'm 11 now. But like everyone says: frogs age fast.
So I'm basically a teenager.
Gerard's a little scared of me.
He told me its because I'm a teenager but I don't get it.
I saw Jacob on the news recently.
Apparently he's rich now.
He won't even share his cash with me.
Does he even remember me?
I don't know.
But when I'm old enough to move out, I'm going to find him and give him a pice my mind.
He's such a dick.
I just can't believe he just gave me away that easy.
Besides all of this depressing shit, I have a new brother.
Well he's not my real brother.
But you know what I mean.
His name is Dat Boi The Frog.
Kermit changed my name too.
From: Pepe The Ogre To: Pepe The Frog.
I guess Kermit actually adopted me.
I think Pepe The Frog sounds better anyway.
Fucking screw Jacob.
Why do I keep thinking about that bitch.
Whatever.
"PEPE!!!" Dat Boi yells up the stairs waking me out of my dream.
"What the fuck do you want?!!"
"Dad want's you! He said it's important."
"He's not my dad!!!"
"I don't care! Get yo ass down the stairs or I'm gonna tramp my trike all over your face!"
Geez nobody understands me.
I might as well go kill myself right now! But I won't. I'm too fucking hungry for that.
Imma go get some corn pops.
Man, this is irritating.
I end up falling asleep again.
I wake up ten minutes later to the sound of Dat Boi basically trashing my room. He smashes the door down with his unicycle. I didn't think he would do it. Even tho I hate his ass, I'm still pretty jealous of his unicycle. Fucking rad.
"I fucking told you to get up!!"
Dat Boi starts trampling my face with the unicycle. I get a good lick of its tire. Hotttt.
Kermit comes dashing up the stairs.
"Oh not again! Dat Boi! I told you, no trashing your brothers room!"
"He's not my brother!!!"
I manage to say, still stuck under the sexy vehicle.
"You better get all this cleaned up! And Pepe, I told you to come here. I need to talk to you."
I jump up off my bed. Throwing Dat Boi in the process.
"Wtf!!!"
I swoop down the stairs where Kermit is located.
"What do you want?!"
"Your mom called earlier."
"Did you tell her to fuck off?"
"No. I told her I'd call her back later."
"YOU ASS!! I don't want to talk to that skank! She just fucking gave me away with no remorse or knowledge of what happened. She won't even share her cash. She's fucking loaded and I never got a penny!"
"So, you gonna talk to her or what."
"I guess."
Maybe I can convince her to give me some weed money.
Kermit hands me the phone.
"Pepe?"
"Um hey?"
"Oi! My dearest meme!"
"Why did you trash me?"
"What? I didn't trash you."
"You fucking gave me away."
"It was for the better."
"No it wasn't. Couldn't you have released me to the wild?"
"No. You were two."
"So what?"
"Whatever. Ungrateful little ass. So what's up?"
"You really want to know?"
"Duh, I'm your mother."
"Well, my life sucks. Dat Boi is an ass. And I was planing on killing myself, but I decided to wait cuz I didn't eat my corn pops and I have a gig coming up."
"A gig? What for?"
"My rock band."
"Oi!"
"It's really emo. I play kazoo."
"That's great smoochy! I used to be in a super punk rock band. I played tambourine."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah it was cool."
"Hey Pepe I have to go to work. It was nice talking to you tho."
"Yeah. You too."
"Bye."
It's actually pretty nice getting to talk to Jacob. We have a lot more in common than I thought.
I hand the phone back to Kermit, finally happy for the first time in years and skip over to my corn pops before Dat Boi tramples them.

To be continued.......

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