The pancake fic

Charles

"Pancake pancake sitting on a bench. Why don't you just eat the sandwich"

Charles was A lonely pancake. He liked the simple things in life like eating sandwiches and looking at pictures of Gerard way. (Phhh no this character is not designed after me what are you saying)

One day Charles was sat on his favorite gold leaf bench in twentytwotylerbeanseph park. He was minding his own business an eatin a samwich Yo when suddenly some weirdly muscular yet angelic and somewhat beautiful man sat next to him. Obviously Charles offered him a bite of his avacado and cheese sandwich- it would be rude not to

The man blissfully declined. He said that he was actually on a bleach cleanse diet. (You know- the usual) "I'm Josh by the way" he said. He stuck out his gorgeously structured hand and Charles tried his pancakey best to shake it without getting syrup on it

"Hey-me an my dude bro Tyler are going to the chiropractors office to hang out- wanna come?" Josh proposed. Man- the chiropractors office did seem pretty fun Charles thought. But how would he get over his deathly fear of orange stairs?!? The chiropractors ALWAYS had orange stairs. "Um y-yeah s-sure I g-guess I can g-go" Charles stuttered. He knew this would end in a disaster.

Charles met Josh and Tyler outside the chiropractors office at approximately 4:20 am. They said they thought it would be fun to play bingo in the lobby. Charles was a pancake for band aids sake! He didn't know how to play bingo.

As soon as they reached the stairs-much to Charles despair- a tornado broke loose.

"TYLER I TOLD YOU NOT TO EAT TACO BELL" Josh yelled through the wind.

The end™

Inside clique jokes hAH