*CRASH!*
Nelson woke with a start.
"Who-who's there?" Nelson asked, as he got out of bed.
Nelson looked around, but he saw nothing.
"Dang! This place is trashed. Do you ever pick up your bread?!" Yelled an unknown voice.
Nelson jumped.
"Who the yin are you?!" Nelson asked, still shaken.
"I'm your Fairy godmother," The voice responded.
"Fairy godmother!? Hold up, I can't see you! Reveal yourself!" Nelson demanded.
"Nah, this is way more dramatic. I come out at my own time, pop tart sweetie."
"Uh, okay. Can you at least tell me your name?" Nelson asked.
"Ye ye. It's Patrisha, baby."
Nelson and Patrisha sat in silence for a minute.
"So, why are you here?" Nelson asked.
"Me?" Patrisha asked.
"No, the bread."
"Oh, okay."
Nelson put his paw to his forehead.
This woman is more stupid than my pet roach after I dropped it at the fair.
"Eye, eye, eye," Nelson said to himself.
"Is everything okay?" Patrisha asked.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE, PATRISHA?!" Nelson yelled in irritation.
"Lordy, I'm here to grant your every wish. It seems your owner leaves you too much for conventions," Patrisha explained.
Nelson's stomach did a 360 no scope.
"Seriously?! Sweet! Can I start wishing?!"
"Yup, lay it on me," Patrisha answered, delighted at his response.
"Okay, I want a.... dabbing tutor," Nelson decided.
"A Dabbing tutor?"
"Yes, ma'me!"
"Okay, well, here it goes!"
With a flick of the wrist, there was a man. He had baggy pants and a long sleeve shirt. He also had a snap back hat and sunglasses.
"Yo, what the heck!" The man cried.
"There you go baby! A dabbing tutor!" Patrisha said proudly.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
"Can you help me with my dab?" Nelson asked.
"Where am I!!" The dabster yelled.
"You're in my apartment, and I'm Nelson."
"How did my buttious maximus get here?" The dabster asked.
"My Fairy godmother. Don't ask."
"Well, I guess I could help. You need to fork over 50 buckos my mosho," The dabster demanded.
"Oh! Patrisha! I wish for 50 buckos!"
"You got it, baby!"
Patrisha flicked her wrist.
*POOF!*
A stack of tens appeared on the floor.
"Thanks."
The Dabster took the money and then got into formation.
"Follow what I do," the dabster demanded.
"Okay!"
*whoosh*
The dabster hit the perfect dab.
*gasp*
Nelson gasped like an anime character getting stabbed.
"Okay, do what I did."
Nelson tried to hit the dab.
*whoosh!*
Nelson looked like a broken pinecone.
"Nah, Nah. Like this."
The dabster hit the dab again, but slower.
"You see me?" The dabster asked.
"Ye, ye, ye. I got this."
Nelson tried again.
*whoosh!*
The dabster threw his sunglasses at the wall.
"Yo-you hit that perfect!" The dabster exclaimed.
But then, a rainbow sonic boom shot out from all sides of Nelson.
*BANG!*
Everyone started dabbing uncontrollably.
"M-make it s-stop!" The dabster demanded.
"Okay, I wish everything thing was back to normal!" Nelson screamed, as if everyone at a slumber party was still awake after you told them 10:30.
"You got it!" Patrisha dabbed.
*POOF!*
everything was back to normal. Nobody was dabbing, and the dabster was gone.
"Thanks, Patrisha!" Nelson said.
"No problem, baby."
Everything was silent for a second before Nelson started to seize.
"So, what do you want now?"
Nelson stopped seizing and pulled out a chicken nugget from his pocket and threw it at Patrisha.
"No more! I'm done for now. Go sleep in the cubby," Nelson decided.
"Got it, sugar. Just holler."
Patrisha went in the cubby.
Nelson got up and faced the reader.
"Remember kids, dabbing is illegal, so don't do it!"
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Nelson the Cat and his DANK Adventures
Humor(COMPLETED STORY) Meet Nelson Meem. He lives in an apartment with his convention obsessed owner, Jaiden. Nelson goes on many DANK adventures from getting a meme trap off his yard, to go on a quest to find a legendary, golden, gorilla leg. He loves m...
