Dan was sitting alone in the kitchen. Thinkinh about YouTube, thinking about his old school memories. And afterwards, he saw something, something different from the others.
He looked at the pickle jar. But here is the weird thing, pickle jar looked at him back.
"Why are you staring?" Dan said frustrated.
"You did first." pickle said.
"Wait, does pickles talk?"
"Maybe they do, maybe they don't. But here I am, a pickle, talking to you. Let me help you."
"About what?"
"Dan, I know your problems. I know what bothers you. I know what you need."
"Then, what do I need?" Dan said with a smirk on.
"You need me."
Dan couldn't stand and he opened the jar. The pickle went to Dan's shoulders.
"First of all, you need a massage.
"..."
"Is it nice, Dan-pai?"
"..."
"I know it is."
"..."
"Dan?"
"..."
"Say something?"
"..."
"Oh my god, he is dead!"
"..."
Then, Phil came.
"Thanks God, our plan worked." he said and looked at the pickle.
"I'm so happy, we can be together forever, love." pickle said to Phil.
"I knew that if we want to be together, a pickle and a human, we must kill everybody who will hate this relationship between a pickle and a human."
"But Phil-pai, he loved me, he wouldn't hate this pickle-human relationship, he is a human and I'm a pickle but he liked me!"
"Oh my sweet pickle, yes, he wouldn't hate this relationship because it's human-pickle relationship. He would hate that because..."
"..."
"...he loves me."
~(thanks god) THE END~
That was the best and worst thing I've ever write SORRY NOT SORRY. This is just for fun I'm not mentally ill thank you.
