Book of Fanfics

Grace x MC Zhang

Yes Grace, I know you secretly have a crush on the Pen Pineapple Apple Pen guy. Russian confederates have confirmed my prediction... they have seen your camera roll and it's not good.

Also, before you start reading this, in the case that the Russians are still hacking your pdd, make sure you delete all the leopard print scarves in your eBay shopping cart. Yes, I know your ways my friend. Anyway, without further ado, let's see how Grace and Zhang's relationship began.

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Grace Fishermonger was a bright, wise child. Upon receiving a musical scholarship for Massacre Selective High for the Unruly, she was granted the privilege to go on tour to China; along with the rest of the school, to perform a piano solo of the Death Waltz, because she evidently had five hands.

She wore a silver holographic Fez, with a long black dress. Grace looked stunning. She took a deep breath, and walked on to the stage, a genuine, gorgeous smile on her face.

After taking a bow, she ventures to the shiny black stool, and sits down. Hovering her hands above the keys, she smiles to the audience before playing. As she was about to begin her 5-handed performance, she sees a bright leopard print pattern amongst the crowd. Looking up from the animal print scarf, clear glass spectacles and a goatee appear.

'Jinkies!' She says under her breath. 'That's MC Zhang!'

Grace, who had an interesting taste in music, had been a fan of MC Zhang's ever since he released his hit single mid 2016, and has been trying to find his Instagram page - for what seems to her like centuries.

Fishermonger can't control herself. She needs to go and see MC Zhang, before it's too late. She retracts her arms, and walks towards the front of the stage.

Whispers began circulating throughout the theatre as Grace stepped to the very edge of the stage. She then thrust herself towards the audience, and landed gracefully in front of Zhang. As she looked up at the leopard-adorned artist, her eyes filled with adoration.

Grace then lunged towards Zhang, and pulled him into a strangling embrace. 'Nǐ zuò shénme tā mā de?' he said.

*Translation: What the f**k are you doing?*

Grace, who was in a dramatic state, was then taken outside by authorities and questioned in the theatre's detention centre.

She was sentenced to 69 long, terrible years in prison, and could only be visited by one person - MC Zhang.

Zhang would come and see her four times a week, and brought cronuts and coffee to control her mental state. This brought Grace great happiness, and she began to feel more than adoration for this internet star - it grew into a love.

Little did she know, Zhang was also beginning to feel the same about her. He loved hearing her play Magic Piano, and watched her master photographs of the padded cell walls. This all was secret in their hearts, until now.

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Zhang came to see Grace in her cell once more, for he was getting old and weak, and could not support himself on his own two feet now. It was the last time he was able to see her.

He walked in, and sat in the minuscule silver dinted stool that stood in the corner of the room, and took a deep breath. 'Ēndiǎn, wǒ ài nǐ. Qǐng zuòwéi wǒ de bǐ de bōluó'

*Translation: Grace, I love you. Please be the pineapple to my pen.'

Grace fell on her dry, wrinkly knees in tears. Age had not hindered her love for Zhang. She walked up to MC Zhang, and hugged him with all the strength she had left. 'Finally, I have found the perfect pen. A pineapple pen.'

She then died in his arms, and Zhang tragically passed away three days later.

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Jinkies

Well that was a lot more emotional than I expected

Btw a Fez is a red Turkish hat (commonly seen made out of felt) for all ya'll who didn't know. Just a bit of culture class for ye.