The night was cold and dank. Bob Bryar sunk into the sofa, torn and frayed but still comfortable. He heard a 'ding' and glanced around the room. He hesitantly got up from the couch to retrieve his microwave dinner. When he returned to the couch with a paper plate of corn and rice, he sighed. Just another average day for Bob. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice that the corn had fallen off the plate and into his lap. He noticed with a start. Bob giggled. "Corn on the Bob."
(collab with doodlingdeath)
YOU ARE READING
i am bryar bob ➸ b.b
Fanfictioncorn child (this is a crack fic. read it if you want to laugh a lot.) (this is a collab with @doodlingdeath, go follow her.)
