The Wedding

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Within six hours they were getting married in the heaven version of Vegas. They were at a chapel.

Meanwhile Jesus put on his best robes, they were a soft silky pink, his hair pulled back into a bun, and his beard combed. He went to hid dad, God.

"Do I look good, daddy?"

His father nodded. "I'm so proud of you, sonny."

"Thanks daddy."

Chicken was in some other part, putting on goth makup, and doing some Gothic hairstyle. Chicken was ready.

The wedding stared seven seconds, chicken walking down the isle.

Jesus looked around chicken as it walked. 'Beautiful' he thought to himself.

As chicken walked up to Jesus it blushed. "Squak..." Chicken whispered.

"Thank you, dear."

Harambe came into view, he was going to marry the two together. A child in his hands, screaming the child was. "HDOGIKACJRKFKELWKGKTMAKGKWK C KDKSKGMEKKXGKWKKAGKKTSKKGKR." Said harambe, staring at chicken.

"Squak!"

Harambe looked over at Jesus. "JDLMFKSN RAWR XD, CHU."

"I do..."

"JCKDKDJDKA."

And with that they put on the rings, and kissed.

God in the front row crying, chicken's sister giving god a lap dance.

This was the start to a new and beautiful family.

//idk what I should write in the next chapter

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